Y/n pov

"Turns out we weren't really a 'happy family'" i air quote. "Atleast they wanted me to feel like we were one. It was fine kookie.. it really was. Until one day..

that day."

A soft whimper escapes my mouth. Jungkook's hand protectively wraps around my body, pulling me closer to his body. Placing my cheek against his chest, I allow the single tear drop to trickle down my cheek.

"You remember the one time my mom insisted yours to let me stay over at your place? I got so excited that I was going to stay with you. We were going to have a sleepover. With your bunnies and my bears. We even made a pillow fort and put our toys to sleep in it"

Fingers gliding through my hair, he frequently places soft kisses on my head, trying to soothe out whatever i was feeling.

"After dinner, i made a huge mess of my dress and kept protesting against not wearing your pjs, so your dad had to drive me home, pick up my clothes so that i could change and i would've come back again."

"But you didn't.." he says slowly with a hint of sadness in it. I nod and try not to break down during this part the conversation.

But that clearly doesn't seems to be the case.

Here after, my voice starts to crack, tears out of my control and i was a sobbing mess right in front of this beautiful man. Plus i'm an ugly crier.

But none of that mattered anymore.

I had to get it out of my chest. I needed to.

"I- I insisted Mr Jeon on staying in the car so that they wouldn't spend much time chattering around. I didn't want to keep you waiting for long."

"Wait one sec. You remember me y/n?" he blurts out of nowhere. Oh yeah.. he doesn't know that i do remember him now. Pulling back, the sight of his eyes widened and his lips pouting comes to surface. Giving him a smile, i shyly nod and continue to wrap around his body and get back to my previous position.

"And he did listen to me. B-but when i reached upstairs, the door was already halfway open.."

~Flashback~

I excitedly jumped around the staircase, skipping two steps at a time so that i could reach my room faster. Kookie's waiting for me.

His bunnies are too.

"-so you're just going to fuck around knowing you have an eight year old dammit!"

Peeping a little through the halfway opened door, i scan around our living room. It's messed up. Everything is messed up.

What is happening?

Where are omma and appa?

Why is everything like this?

Why is omma shouting so much?

Who is she talking to?

A sudden glass shattering sound flinches me and i start crying, panic settling into me.. i want my mom and dad.

Running inside the living room while being careful not to step on any glass pieces, the screams of my mom get louder and louder.

"D-dont- please dont"

"Where did you get it! Put it down!"

"Honey we can talk this out-"

Before she could continue, her eyes darted to my vulnerable tiny figure standing near the doorframe. "Y-y/n! Baby what are you doing here?"

The amount of fright in her voice was clearly visible. And that made me cry even more. I've never seen her crying or shouting at my dad in such a way. Just as i took my first step towards her, "n-no! B-baby, can you please get some water for me?" "Fucking no, y/n sit beside your mother, right now." my dad voice raises. He looks wobbly and his hand was extended towards my mom holding something in his hand.

"Daddy what are you doing to mommy?" my innocent mind doesn't ring a bell. "You look funny, why can't u stand properly?" I giggle watching him. "W-we were playing a game baby. I'm tired, can you please get me some water now?" she repeats again.

She did seem to be tired. She was sweating so much i think they were running around the house. Hah. And they tell me to keep my toys away to keep the floor neat. Have they seen what they did to our living room?

Excitedly i clap my hands, "appa omma let's play this game together when i come back from kookie's hous-"

"SHUT UP!!"

He pulls the trigger facing somewhere upwards and it doesn't take long for me to start crying again. Running towards my mom, she opens her hands wide, taking me in, protecting me in her embrace while i continue to sob in her chest for my father's sudden change in attitude.

"Sober up your fucking ass you have a daughter for fuck's sake" my mom shouts at my father only to make him even more furious than he already was. Gathering whatever guts i had left in me, i turned to catch a glimpse of my father. He was now pointing the gun towards my mom. Giving us a smile—almost devilish, i finally start realising that in no way is this just a game.

I was genuinely scared by looking at him now.

Loud banging at the main door interrupts what my dad was doing, agitating him, making him furious than he already was.

He looked like a psychopath.

"Y/n? Are you in there?" a very faint sound came from somewhere near the main door.

MR JEON!

The crying which had stopped for just a snippet of time now returned back knowing that kookie's dad was right outside our house.

If what i am thinking right now is true, i can't keep kookie's dad in danger. I can't let kookie go through what i am going through right now. The amount of feeling of me being scared had increased substantially.

I might have closed the main door while coming in. Thank god.

"Who the fuck is that" he shouts at my mother. "Is he that little minion friend you keep talking to?" he continues. "I swear i'll kill him"

I flinch at his sentences. "NO!" I shout out. "T-that is kookie's father, appa. D-dont do anything to him, h-he is very n-nice" i manage to form a sentence between the cries. The grip my mother had around me increased, and she couldn't keep up with the image she put up infront of me. She was scared too.

Tears wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes. "STOP FUCKING TALKING BACK TO YOUR FATHER LEE Y/N"

Aiming the gun towards us again— which had lowered when Mr Jeon grabbed all of our attention, i protectively stand up trying to cover my mother behind me. "Appa" i whine with tears not in my control anymore.

~present~

"A-and then, he pulled the trigger at us, k-kookie. H-he fucking pulled the trigger. My mother had pushed me away just before the bullet reached her, piercing through her chest— blood splattering all over her face and mine.

The floor was now a pool of my mother's blood. And there she was lying on the ground, looking at me.

S-she— her were eyes open.. so i- i thought she was a-alive. I cupped her cheeks telling her to talk to me, asking her why she wasn't responding to me anymore.

When my hand somehow reached below her nose, she wasn't breathing anymore.

And her face which was holding up because i was holding her, lifelessly fell to the other side when i pulled back— while her eyes were still open."

It was too much, i lost control while telling him everything. Letting out whatever i kept buried in me, not wanting to keep it anymore. I finally let it out. Sobbing on his chest, in his embrace— a tight one, clenching fists at his jacket and shirt together.

~flashback~

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY OMMA" i shout on top of my lungs, followed by a series of questions until i had trouble breathing.

All this while, he had a smile on his face.

A smug.. sinister smile— something which you see from the villains or ghosts in scary movies. Approaching towards me, i protest against him when he swiftly takes me in his arms, sitting against his favourite resting chair— placing me on his lap. "L-leave me alone" i cry at him. Beg him.

The smug smile he had only became wider and wider as he continued, "do you like what you see baby?"

Wiggling to get out of his lap, i do not stop protesting, nor were the cries, leaving my mouth, came to an end.

The grip around my body by now had started to hurt. "Appa i-its hurting" i whine. "Appa needs punishment, right baby?" he says making me look at him confusedly.

My heart skipped two beats when the gun he still had a hold of, was now pointed to his forehead.

I cried.

Whined.

Begged.

Screamed, until i wasn't screaming anymore.

My father.. had just.. shot himself, while my mother was lying dead on the floor.

I witnessed each and every thing.

With my own eyes.

Right in front of me.

My mother died trying to protect me.

And..

My father shot himself in his forehead while i was sitting right on his lap.