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Jeon Jungkook was six years old and playing hide and seek with his father. It was nine in the evening, past his bedtime, and his Mother was asking him to put his pyjamas on and go to bed but he had just spotted a pair of shoes, that he knew to be his Fathers, peeking out from under the curtains. He ignored his Mothers calls and approached the curtain with a small smile on his face, thinking triumphantly in his head that he had caught his Father as he pulled away the curtain only for a broom with a hat on it to fall forward.
Triumphant feelings gone, he continued his search, looking in every room, under every piece of furniture and in any space his Father could be hiding in. By now, his Mother had given up on trying to get him to go to bed as she knew her Son was stubborn and his Father would put him to bed once their little game was over. As Jungkook opened the door to his Fathers study, instead of being greeted with his Fathers warm smile, he found himself standing in the middle of a once pristine room, surrounded by broken glass, stray documents and upturned furniture.
“Dad!” the six year old yelled out, “Dad!” as he tried again he heard the sounds of his Fathers approach before the door swung open and a look of horror crossed Dr. Jeon Richard’s face. He called for his wife as he pulled out a desk drawer and opened a secret compartment to reveal important documents that he frantically flicked through before a slight look of relief was shown on his face, it was quickly crushed as he looked back over at his son, he knew what he had to do.
Jeon Mary came into the room after hearing her husband call her name, she took one look around, saw her son and quickly picked him up to take him away from the scene. Mary and Richard shared a look and they both knew what this meant and what they had to do. Jungkook was carried into the lounge-room and sat down in front on the TV with strict instructions of not to go anywhere.
He watched as his Father made countless phone calls and booked flight tickets on his laptop while his Mother raced around and packed suitcases with everything they could take with them, as they wouldn’t be returning.
Jungkook was carried through the rain with haste and by now he was confused and scared. His Mother buckled him in the backseat while his Father packed their luggage into the boot of the car. His parents quickly jumped into the front seats and started the car, racing out of the driveway and down the street, away from their once peaceful home.
The confused child asked many questions but none were answered, he only stopped when they pulled into a familiar driveway and he was once again left to watch as he was carried through the rain up to his Aunt and Uncles house by his Father who was only carrying a briefcase and as his Mother only collected the luggage that belonged to Jungkook, a single bag.
Within 10 minutes he was peeking around a corner at his Mother and Father talking in hushed whispers to his Aunt and Uncle, all with solemn expressions until his Aunt spotted him and gave him a smile, to others it would have appeared as comforting but to Jungkook who was frightened and perplexed it did very little.
He came out of his hiding place when they all stood and his Father approached him. “You’re gonna stay with your Aunt May and Uncle Ben for a little while” Richard explained to his son, “I wanna go with you” Jungkook argued. His Father didn’t reply, just kissed his forehead and tried not to cry.
Jungkook looked at his Mother as she listed his likes and dislikes to his Aunt and stroked his hair before his Father had to pull her away, she was starting to cry.
“Dad” Jungkook started, he didn’t know what he wanted to say, just that he didn’t want them to leave.
“Be good” His Father closed the door and walked away, got in his car with his wife and drove away.
Goodbyes had been quick and the promise of the stay only being for a little while was broken.
9 Years later, on his 15th Birthday, he is in permanent custody of his Aunt and Uncle, living in Busan, South Korea.