Change is possible// Jungkook FF✔️✔️ (rewriting again)

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{COMPLETED}(Edited)

Y/N's P.O.V (DREAM) 7 years old

I stood by the door, trying to hear the conversation of the adults that were trying to talk about me behind my back.

I heard something break as someone must have pushed it down.

"Don't you dare give me that! You know what you're supposed to do but you didn't," The older one said to the younger one as the younger one put his head down in disgrace.

He begged for forgiveness. "I'm sorry! She was too fast for me. I couldn't keep up."

The older one laughed, not believing what he said. "She is a child. I trained you to be the best."

I peeked to see what was happening.
I didn't want to make any sound or if I did, I knew I would be done for.

The younger sighed, nodding. He knew that he was trained well but didn't use what he was trained. He just wanted power. That's all he cared about. To be like his mother but the older man didn't want him to be the same as her unless he showed everything he got.

"I know. I won't fail you next time, father," The younger one spoke out as he lowered his head to the ground.

He suddenly raised his head up, seeing his father staring at him with a blank expression on his face. "I told you to kill her not stand here," He yelled at his son, slapping him on the face not caring what he was saying to him.

The son turned his head over to his father, looking at him with an unpleasing glare.
"Yes, father. I will kill her."

The father nodded, understanding what he spoke about.

The son turned to his heels, walking towards me.

I got out from my hiding spot, trying to see if I could go anywhere. But it was just empty. The hallway didn't have any hiding places.

My little heart pounded in my chest, nervous to where to go.

I heard footsteps knowing it was him. I didn't want him to find him. I didn't want him to.

My breathing was getting heavier by the second.

I had no clue what to do. I couldn't just stand there or run. I was stuck.

My eyes looked down, nervous.

Until I felt someone grab my wrist, pulling me away. I tried to fight back but the person kept their tight grip on me.

My heart was beating a thousand miles per second. It felt like I was going to die any second.

Finally the person stops pulling me until we are in a room. The room was dark and I was about to scream.

But the person puts their hand on my mouth, putting me into a hug and making me be quiet.

"Be quiet. He won't come in here unless you make sound," He spoke out in my ear.

I finally calmed down, knowing who it was. Mark, my protector.

"Thank you," I spoke out as he hugged me, trying to make sure I was okay.

He smiled, looking down at me. "Anytime, Y/N. You know I will always make sure he won't touch you."

I knew. I believe it.

The guy finally passed us as we sat in the dark room.

I mouthed once again, "Thank you." Wanting him to know that I appreciated the help.

He nods, understanding.

And with that, he vanished.

My eyes opened up as I woke up from the dream I just had.

I breathed out.

Mark really has been there for me when I was younger. Before I was adopted.

Still my heart pounded, worried what was about to happen.

I sat up, walking to my bathroom.

I got ready for the day whatever it would bring.

I went downstairs, seeing Mark on the phone.

I stopped in my tracks, hiding wanting to hear the conversation. "Yeah, she got another call. She is not safe, Jungkook. I will tell Lisa about it later. Okay, I need to go," And with that he hung up the call, sighing as he sat down on the couch waiting on me.

I walked up to him as he saw I was there already.

He stood up, not asking questions and walked to the front door as I followed him. We both walked out of the house, going to his car.

He started the car up, taking me to school like he normally does.

Just the silence made me question somethings.

Did he know I was spying on him?

Does it really matter if I was?

My thoughts faded as I saw something in the road, "Mark! Watch it!"

He heard me and moved out of the way of it.
I sighed.

We almost died back there.

I looked around to see if it was still there but there was nothing.

Mark continued to drive me to school as I spoke. "What was that?"

He shrugged, not having a clue what it was.
He focused on the road, trying to figure out what it was. But he couldn't decide what it was. "Don't worry about it," He said as I took in his words.

I listened to him. I should just not worry about it.

We finally rolled up to school.

I got my stuff out of Mark's car and said, "Bye, I love you."

He smiled at me, feeling my words. "Be safe!"

I nodded and walked in the school that I had a past with.