Third Person's P.O.V :-

Jungkook was twisting and turning in his bed,  fighting his way through a nightmare.

Sweat was breaking down on his forehead while his face was set in a frown, trashing around on the bed in a haphazard manner until he couldn't bare it anymore, he snapped his eyes open.

"Another...night-nightmare..." Jungkook managed to utter out as he took rapid breaths and covered his vision with his right elbow.

He wished he had someone to hold onto.

Nightmares were an usual part of his life or he should just say that his whole entire life had been a nightmare up until a few months ago.

Jungkook wasn't a coward, he didn't consider himself to be the one who'd get scared easily.

He wasn't afraid of ghosts or spirits, what he was afraid of though was being alone while he was at his lowest.

He needed someone to catch him, someone to pick up all of his broken pieces and put them all back to their previous places.

Broken pieces which were once healthy and functional, they were damaged one by one with each passing childhood traumatic events taking place in his life.

As far as Jungkook could recall, he had always been poor, living in a shabby looking apartment with his parents while having the least amount to none healthy living conditions.

He remembered having rats and cockroaches running all over their one small room which was their bedroom, kitchen, living room all at once, the only expansion was the little bathroom which barely had the floor space to have two adults stand together.

Money was a luxury that they didn't see much of, with Jungkook's mother being a hard worker, working her utmost best to support the family and Jungkook's dad being a drug addicted gambler, that is.

Jungkook could still recall those frequent events where his dad would beat up his mother only to snatch away the majority of her paycheck leaving her crying on the floor like a pathetic mess.

Jungkook had no idea why but his mother always tried to convince him that their family was loving and caring.

Maybe she wanted to provide a healthy environment for a growing child but it was already too late.

Jungkook might have been a kid back then but even he knew a loving family didn't hit each other.

However his mother loved him to bits unlike his father who considered him a burden.

He knew how warm and comforting his mother was, she would always flash a charming smile whenever their eyes would meet and give him a few wons to go buy candys for himself.

To be honest, the time he spent with his mother were the only happy memories he could recall.

Food on the other hand was another luxury that he didn't see much of or he should say that their house only ever had enough to only feed his small tummy.

His mother never said it out loud but Jungkook knew deep down in his heart that his mother was starving herself so that he could have enough food to eat.

Day by day he watched her health falling slowly yet steadily, soon enough Jungkook could tell that his mother was malnourished.

His mother was brave though, she managed keep Jungkook hopeful about the future, about a day when he'd have enough money and food to be happy.

But she never included herself in his hopeful future, maybe she knew that she wouldn't survive for much long.

It didn't take long before she was bedridden and unable to do anything, just a skinny shell of his mother decaying day by day, dying from starvation.

The money flow had stopped and it created a huge dent on Jungkook's father's gambling and drug habits.

Maybe that was when life had truly went downhill for Jungkook.

That day when a nine years old Jungkook's father dragged him away from his mother and into the red light area of the city.

There he was forced to sell drugs, deliver weapons and black money from one place to another, escort prostitutes to love hotels and then sit there guarding in case police arrived, on some cases he even faced sexual harassment from the people in that area.

But the money was good and Jungkook wanted to keep on working if it meant he could gather enough money to cure his mother.

Six years spent in misery, earning money in any way possible, just enough to continue his education and run little medical expenses for his mother and feed into his father's gambling & drug addictions.

His mother used to hug him close to herself after he came back from the red light area, exhausted to the core and perhaps a little bit frightened.

Broken yet he was happy, at least he had his mother for comfort.

However good things didn't last for much long in Jungkook's life because one day he came back home to face disaster.

Jungkook was nineteen when he returned home only to see his father standing in the middle of the room, huffing from anger and the unmoving body of his mother lying beside his feet.

His father had choked her till she couldn't move anymore simply because she refused to give him the money that Jungkook was saving for college admission.

His father killed his mother.

When his father finally spotted him, he had grabbed Jungkook by the collar and dragged him out of the house to go over to the red light area again so that Jungkook could earn some money by doing some little illegal gig again.

Unfortunately, no gigs were available, Jungkook's father was cursing out loud while Jungkook stood beside him like a living corpse, still severally stunned by the events he witnessed at home.

Seeing no other option to get money Jungkook's father handed him over to one of the shady people, who was a provider of gay prostitutes in that area.

That night Jungkook was drugged and sent to one of the room.

Next morning when he woke up, he could barely remember anything, his mind and body ached with pain, he was covered in hickeys and he couldn't feel anything downwards from his hips.

When he finally realized what actually happened to him, he cried tears of blood.

When he reached home his mother's dead body was no where in sight, knowing his father, he probably buried it somewhere in the dead of the night.

And just like that Jungkook lost his mother.

He couldn't even be there for her in her last moments.

He didn't realize it back then but his mind was already broken beyond repair.

But life never stopped, he had to keep doing the illegal gigs to provide for his father's drug addiction, day by day he felt his empathy, logic and emotions slowly leaving him.

Just an empty shell of a human being working away in the red light area for a bit of cash.

Who knew if he failed to earn money, his father might kill him off this time.

That didn't sound too displeasing to Jungkook at that point.

It wasn't until he was twenty three years with no university degrees, totally indulged in the illegal works that he realized how bad his life actually was.

That day, for the first time, he had gotten caught by the police, the gig failed, no money was paid.

Jungkook thought that maybe it was his fate to rot in jail for the next ten years but somehow he was released from custody and told that he was free to go.

Apparently one of the red light area people was very friendly with the police and pulled some strings to get Jungkook out of there.

Jungkook thought that for once in his life he got lucky but, oh boy, was he wrong.

The person who had pulled the strings to get him out, when he saw Jungkook getting dragged away by the police, was none other than the same person who had used him as a gay prostitute all those years ago.

He wanted Jungkook to permanently work as one of his prostitutes and apparently he had paid a huge chunk of money to Jungkook's father in advance for that.

Jungkook refused to believe that he was sold out just like that.

He had no idea he had any emotion left inside of him but in that moment all he felt was fear.

He ran his way back home, demanding an explanation from his father, although, all he received as an answer was a punch in the gut as his father threw some money on his face asking him to buy some cocaine for him on his way back home after he was done spreading his legs for middle aged secretly gay married men.

In that moment, Jungkook knew.

He knew that he needed to run away.

He promised himself that he'd do anything as long as it meant staying away from his father.

With the amount of money he had with himself he only managed get on the other side of the Seoul which was the place for the rich and aristocrats.

All his money was gone due to haphazard travelling decisions, he hadn't eaten anything since the previous day, the sun was almost gone from the horizon and he was bruised all over, looking like a delinquent.

He knew he wouldn't last for much long in his condition but faintly recalled going to school with this one person who said that Jungkook was always welcomed in his house.

That house was addressed to be in that area somewhere, Jungkook had no idea if he had changed address in the last few years, he just wanted to throw a last try before he collapsed from starvation and sleep deprivation and ultimately gave up on his life.

And that was how he found himself in front of Park Jimin's house.

The door opened as soon as he rung the bell but he lost consciousness before he could determine if he had arrived on the right place at all.

The next time when he opened his eyes, he was placed on a comfortable bed in a warm room with a wet towel resting on his forehead and someone sleeping by his side while half sitting on the floor and half leaning on the nightstand.

In the first few moments Jungkook thought it was actually his mother, warm and comforting, taking care of him.

But then his vision cleared and he saw his unknown man by his side.

He was in this unknown man's house, on his bed, he had no idea what this man's intentions were.

Alarms started to off in Jungkook's brain as he pushed that man away from his side and scrambled away to the furthest corner possible.

And that was his first encounter with Park Taehyung, Park Jimin's husband.

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A/n :- This was just a chapter which tried to explain what made Jungkook the way that he is in the present in this book.

Next chapter will proceed with the storyline.
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Also I'd like to apologize for disappearing without any notice again, actually I have turned into an anime obsessed freak so I've been doing a lot of binge watching in quarantine, I hope you all can forgive me this time
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