Jungkook's Pov

Jimin and I work on the poster, already being halfway done. We both had agreed that I would stay away from the paint and everything. I had washed my hands and arms of any blue paint, but my once white shirt is still blue.

I hear beeping coming from my pocket. I pull it out and see that my father is calling. He bought me one of those stupid lady bug phones that can only call the police and whatever other one phone number you put into it. I truly am thankful that he got me a phone, at the least, but it still sucks that I have to walk around school with a freaking ladybug sticking out of my pocket...

"Hello?" I bring the phone to my ear. Jimin stays silent.

"Get home. Now. Where are you anyways? Are you with that Jinij boy? I swear-"

"It's Jimin." I corrected him. He growls.

"Don't interrupt me, boy. I swear when you get home..." I gulp.

"Are you alright?" Jimin asks. I shrug and bring the phone away from my ear. I cover the speaking part with my hand so he can't overhear our conversation.

"I'm fine... He's just mad. It's scary, I guess."

"You can spend the night here if you want?" He offers. I shake my head.

"I don't want to be a burden."

"But-"

"I'll be home soon," I say into the phone. Jimin sighs with a worried look. I smile reassuringly.

"It'll be okay," I mouth. He hesitates, but nods.

"Alright. When you get back, you are in so much trouble for not coming home after school. So much trouble, boy." I gulp and hang up the phone. I look at Jimin.

"I should probably start packing my stuff up. I need to get home before I anger him more." Jimin nods.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" He asks. I nod and smile.

"I'll be fine. Trust me, I know how to defend myself."

"That's not what I'm worried about... I just have a bad feeling, I guess." He says. I give him a hug.

"I'll be okay. Don't worry about someone like me." I say.

"Someone like you?" He asks. I shrug.

"Don't worry about somebody that's not worth worrying about." I walk out the door without another word.

~

"Dad?" I call out. He comes around the corner and I freeze. He had a woman with him.

"Who's this?" I ask as politely as I can. He smiles in a fake manner.

"This is Jessica. My girlfriend." My jaw drops.

"What?" I ask. Jessica's eyebrows furrow.

"Is something wrong, Jungkook?" She asks. She puts a hand on my shoulder out of comfort. I bet she doesn't know a thing.

"You're... Not my mum. You can't replace her! I'm not ready for that. I'm sorry if I seem rude, but it's my own opinion and feelings."

"That's alright," Jessica smiles. She does seem nice, but she can't replace Mum. "I'm not trying to replace your mother. I swear it. I'm sorry to hear about it, though." I look away. I shake her hand off of my shoulder and step back. By this time, Father is fuming. He hides it pretty well, but I can still see it in his eyes.

"I-" I am cut off by Father.

"Jessica, I think you should leave." He escorts her out while I stand there, practically shaking in fear. I really shouldn't have said that. Who knows what he is going to do to me now... He slams the door and runs up to me, glaring at me. He slaps me across the face.

"How dare you say that to her?!"

"She is my mother! I can defend her! If I think that you are moving on too fast from Mum, then I am going to say something! I don't care what you do to me! I can say what I want!" He kicks me in the stomach. I groan in pain. He picks me up by the collar and slams me against the wall.

"Give up yet?" He asks teasingly. I glare at him. I cough, due to the lack of air in my lungs.

"No."

"This will be fun."