Jungkook had finished classes for the day and walked to his car. He grudgingly sat down in the car.

"young sir, your mother requested to bring you home immediately after your classes." the driver said.

"what? Why?"

"I don't know sir. Maybe you should ask her when we arrive."

"bitch." he mumbled.

"sir?"

"nothing. Just drive."

"yes sir." the driver responded, turning on the engine.

An unwavering frown was plastered on Jungkook's face for the minutes which he sat in the car. He stepped out if the car as soon as the driver arrived in the driveway, stomping his way into the house.

"hello Jungkook." his mother said giving him a smile. The fake smile she always wears. He rolled his eyes.

"why do you want me here?"

"I just wanted to have dinner with my family. Is that too much to ask?" she asked fluttering her eyelashes but not in a flirty manner.

"this is not a family! We are just related by blood nothing else! Just a group of people bound together by blood!" he argued.

"be careful Jungkook. You don't want your father knowing that you raised your voice at me, do you?" his mother said placing her hand on her hips. He stomped his way to his room and threw himself on the bed.

"fucking family and all this shit. This is not a family." he mumbled into his pillow.

Jungkook didn't have the best relationship with his parents, most especially his mother.

He hates his mother. His mother was a 'slut' as he liked to call her. She kept flirting with men. Bringing them home and-

Ugh. He didn't want to think about such annoying people.

Why did he hate his father? When Jungkook discovered about the 'things' his mother did and tried to report to his father, they had a heated argument and his father didn't believe him, hitting him for the first time in his life. So that's it.

He faced the ceiling. It was time to think about better things than people who just made him angry.

Like his friends in America.

Like music.

Like partying.

Like the cute one in school.

What? What am I thinking?

But it was a good thing. Kim Taehyung. He was a good thing and he was going to get closer to him.

A few hours later, Jungkook was being called downstairs for dinner. He grumbled, zipping up his hoodie and sluggishly walking down the stairs.

He walked up to the dinning table and sat down on his seat.

"I didn't teach you to be disrespectful Jungkook did I?" his mother asked sweetly. That fake sweetness. He rolled his eyes. She was already annoying him and he just arrived.

"good evening." he greeted through gritted teeth.

"uh huh, go ahead."

"d-dad." the word left a bitter taste in his mouth. It made him feel like throwing up. The tension in the room was so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife.

He picked his cutlery and started eating the food which had been dished out for him.

"Jungkook." his father said. He looked up from his food which he had been looking at.

"your mom told me about your disrespect earlier this afternoon."

"she was being her bitchy self and I was just-" his mother gasped.

"do not talk about your mother that way!"

"isn't it true? She is a bitch and loves to manipulate-"

He shut his mouth as his mother's hand landed on his cheek. This was how family dinners always ended. There was always an argument. Even about the smallest of things.

He took a deep breath and glared at his mother. He began walking out of the dinning area, out of the house.

His father sat himself on his chair and ran his fingers through his hair, flinching slightly as Jungkook slammed the front door.

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Why was his headache still here? He had already taken pain medications. He got up from his bed and walked downstairs.

He opened the medicine cabinet that was in the kitchen and searched for the medicines.

"appa! Are we out of aspirin?!" Taehyung asked.

"you took the last ones. Don't you remember?!" his father replied from his room.

"right. I'll be going to the pharmacy to get some!" his head was hurting badly. And him talking to his father from downstairs? That wasn't helping his headache at all.

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Hi!

Its me again!

Thank you for 100+ reads on my latest trash.

I'm grateful.

Very very grateful.

So some readers to Taehyung's headache be like:

Readers: leave him alone headache!

Headache: no his head is comfortable.

Readers: I'm coming for you!

*smash!*

*bam!*

Headache: I'm still not leaving.

Readers: Ugh!!!

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Bai!

'peace out💟