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.
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