BTS Imagines

Jeon Jungkook

Another day was nearly over and I was more than glad about it. Ever since my mother had passed away I was living on my own with my father. He wasn't able to deal with the situation as calmly as I was, unfortunately.

I was hurt as well, but I didn't show it. Every time I was around other people I just turned into a stone-like person, not showing any feelings towards anyone, ever. It has been like this for nearly three months already.

Since my mother died, my father started drinking to deal with everything. I hadn't seen him sober in days but sometimes I was able to hear him cry in the middle of the night. It broke my heart to see him like that but I didn't know how to help him.

He never let his guard down in front of me, instead, he got pretty aggressive due to the alcohol. Sometimes he really scared me off so I tried to avoid him as much as I could. Although I had to take care of him and follow his orders whenever he wanted me to.

We both always were at home. I was freed from work to take care of my father and he got fired from his job. So pretty much everything was put onto me. I was the one holding the family together, making sure we were able to survive, not my parents.

I always had some support from our neighbors, since they knew what situation we were in but they had to move out some weeks ago. So the house next to ours was empty and I felt more alone than ever. But just this morning I thought I saw some people carrying things into the house.

I wasn't sure if someone was actually moving in or if they just had to renovate the house. As the hours passed I was finally able to leave my father alone and get some rest since he fell asleep on the sofa. I quickly made sure that he was alright and went upstairs into my room.

Quietly I closed the door behind me and walked over to the window. Through it, I was able to see the house next to ours and surprisingly the room opposite mine was still illuminated. I looked at it for a while until a boy appeared at the window.

He looked like he was about my age and to be honest, he was pretty good looking, even from a distance like that. Not realizing that I was staring at him, I flinched as he spotted me and smiled. He waved at me which I awkwardly returned before I quickly walked away from the window.

Tiredly I went into the bathroom and washed up. As I laid down in my bed it didn't take me long to fall asleep, since my whole body was completely exhausted. I woke up the next morning because of some loud noise, coming from downstairs.

Quickly I got changed and walked downstairs to see what had happened. Just a few seconds later I found the cause of it. My father again. It was the first time I actually saw him cry. He was sitting on the sofa, completely huddled, and he had thrown an empty bottle at the wall, probably out of despair and pain.

Instantly I cleaned up the broken glass which was all over the floor and tried my best not to hurt myself, although I did cut my hands. I didn't really care about the blood that was slowly dripping out of the cuts and focused more on cleaning up.

My father stopped crying as he realized that I was in the room with him and kept quiet, just like I did.
"Go, make me breakfast, will you?", he suddenly spoke up and I nodded.
"Sure, what do you want for breakfast?", I asked obediently.
"Anything. Just go and make me something. And hurry up", he said and I walked into the kitchen.

Right before I was able to wipe the blood away from my hands with a handkerchief, the doorbell rang. I sighed and walked to the front door. As I opened it, the boy I saw yesterday was standing right in front of me.