⚠️WARNING⚠️
ok so there is talk of abuse and such. it doesn't go into detail but i thought i should do a warning just in case
stay healthy my lovelies, and remember it's ok to talk to someone! ❤️

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"Kookie, you're crushing the shit out of me."

"Shush, just let it happen. I missed you."

Taehyung chuckles deeply as he lets Jungkook cuddle him to death. He admits, he missed his best friend, too, but not enough to kill him.

Taehyung hated being in that hospital for so long. He hated that his dad put him there. He hated for putting Jungkook through a lot of pain.

He knows that Jungkook worried every second about him. That worried Taehyung, for he thought all the worrying would stress his friend out. A stressed Jungkook is not fun in Taehyung's book.

But, Taehyung is back now. Sure, he has to wear a boot for 2 weeks, but he's fine.

"I really missed you, Kookie." Taehyung murmured against his friend's head, kissing it.

"I missed you, too. So much."

It was quiet for the next hour or so, the two friends basking in each other's company. Suddenly, Taehyung's phone rang. He didn't recognize the number, so he decided not to answer it, and set it down.

Then, it rang again.

"What the hell?" Taehyung mumbled and answered it, "Hello?"

Taehyung's facial expression went from content to fear, and anxiousness in a matter of seconds. This dramatic change caused Jungkook to sit up, worry etched onto his features.

He waited until Taehyung hung up the phone and asked, "Who was that? What's going on?"

Taehyung sighed as his eyes became watery. He quickly rubbed at them so his friend wouldn't see, but that helped none.

"Why are you crying, Taetae? Tell me what's up." Jungkook said softly, cupping Taehyung's cheeks.

"M-my dad... s-someone called and r-reported to CPS... Kookie, my dad- fuck, h-he's in custody r-right now! I have to go!" Taehyung sprung out of bed, and quickly shoved his feet into his shoes.

Jungkook got up and did the same. He started following his best friend out, sticking his arms through a sweater.

"Where are you going, Kookie? Stay here." Taehyung stopped him in the middle of the staircase.

Jungkook frowned. "Stay here? Hell no. I'm not letting you deal with this alone."

"But, Jungkook-"

"No. Don't 'but Jungkook' me. Have I ever let you deal with something alone when it had to do with your dad?"

Taehyung shook his head.

"And I am not starting today. Let's go."

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The two boys reached the station and all but ran in. Taehyung stated his name and what he was there for. The employee led them down the hall and to a room. It seemed comfy; there was a couch and two love seats surrounding a small round coffee table.

"Please wait here." the employee said, and left. The two boys took a seat on the couch, leaving no space between them.

Jungkook grabbed his friend's hand, knowing how much contact needs during times like this.

"Thank you... for coming with me. It means a lot."

"Anything for you, Tae. You know I love you."

"You're so gay."

"You're gayer than me, but somehow still bi."

"Hey, I just prefer dick more than pus-"

"Okay! That's enough! Shut up!"

The two laughed for a bit until the door opened. A lady in a pants suit entered with a clipboard in hand. She smiled at the boys, and sat in one of the love seats. She set her clipboard down, ready to introduce herself.

"Hello, boys. I'm detective Ruiz, it's very nice to meet you." She stuck her hand out and the boys hesitated a bit, but shook it.

"I'm Kim Taehyung, and this is Jungkook. What's going on? Why can't I see my dad?"

Although Taehyung and his dad have... issues, he still loves the man for giving him a home, food to eat, and clothes on his back. It's not like his dad doesn't take care of Taehyung, he just takes his anger out on his son.

The detective sighed and folded her hands. "Taehyung, I have some questions for you, if you don't mind."

Jungkook felt his best friend tense up, and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. It didn't lessen Taehyung's tension, but it helped more than Jungkook knows.

Taehyung cleared his throat, "Uh, sure, I guess."

The lady smiled and got a little more comfortable.

"So, Taehyung, do you live with only your father?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"It could be a possibility."

"What do you mean?"

Taehyung shrugged. "My dad... he cheated on my mom a lot, so it might be possible. No one has dropped a baby off at our doorstep yet, so." He chuckled nervously to ease the pain.

Jungkook held his hand tighter and Taehyung couldn't be more grateful for a best friend like him.

Detective Ruiz continued with light questions. Eventually she began asking deeper questions, trying to understand what exactly happens in the Kim household.

"Alright, we're almost done. Just a few more. These are a bit deeper, so just answer them to the best of your ability. Remember, you can tell me anything. Everything is confidential."

Taehyung looked at his best friend, who nodded in encouragement, and sighed. "Okay, go on."

"Alright. Taehyung, when did your dad start abusing you?"

Taehyung thought for a moment and bit his lip. "The day my mom left. They were arguing about me and my dad... he- he slapped her. It was the first time he ever laid hands on her. She grabbed her purse and left. Left my dad. Left her stuff. And left... left m-me."

A few tears slipped out of his eyes and Jungkook wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Taehyung cried quietly into his hands. The detective handed Jungkook a box of tissues, and he helped Taehyung clean his face.

Detective Ruiz was about to ask another, but Taehyung interrupted her.

"She left me... w-without so much as a goodbye. She d-didn't even look m-my way, like she didn't care. Like our time together didn't matter. All the memories we made didn't matter. She loved me, I knew it. I love her, too. Even though she left I still love her to this day," Taehyung takes a deep breath, blows his nose, and continues.

"My dad always told me she left because of me; that I was the problem. He said it every time he hit me, or kicked me. But, as I got older, I realized it was him. He's the problem. He can barely do anything. He doesn't cook, clean or anything. He goes to work then gets drunk off his ass. He barely pays the bills on time," Taehyung pauses.

"I'm sensing a but here." Ruiz says softly. She has stopped taking notes, knowing that a kid like Taehyung needs someone to listen to him.

Taehyung chuckles quietly, and nods. "But, I love him. I don't know if he loves me, but that's okay. He may be an abusive asshole, but he takes care of me. He feeds me — well, he gives me money to either order out or buy groceries. Anyway, he's keeping a roof over our heads. I'm sure if he didn't somewhat care, we would've been homeless long ago. Besides, he hasn't kicked me out yet. I don't think he's going to either. Who else is going to buy him beer and cook him dinner? You know, one night I heard him crying. It was a couple of years ago, but it's still fresh in my memory. It was about an hour after he beat me. I had woke up thirsty and I passed by his room. I wasn't sure I was hearing right, because since when did Kim Taejin cry? Then, I realized he was talking. He only said one thing the whole ten minutes I was listening. 'I'm sorry, Taehyung.' That was it. That's how I know he still cares a little. I haven't heard him cry since then, but I still hold onto it. He doesn't deserve to go to jail. He cares, he just can't show it. Give him therapy or community service or something! Just- please don't take him away."

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aaaaaand imma end it there bc i'm tired and don't feel like typing anymore. plus i dropped my phone on my face while writing this so i'm a little frustrated. anyway hope you enjoyed!