Jungkook's is having a complete breakdown.

Mental.

Emotion.

Psychological.

Not exactly being able to pinpoint which one it is to be exact, maybe all the breakdowns at once.

His shaking body presses against the corner of the room, blobs of enormous tears caressing down his cheeks, passing his chattering teeth to tap the wooden floorboard below him.

Something about the way the muffled whimpers escaped his shuttering lips and the way his hands hugs his legs to his chest resembles a small child, hiding away from the mean monster that's trying to find him.

However this monster has already found him, and it's behind the computer screen, where his eyes won't move away from.

Second by second a new photo passed by, stabbing an agonizing memory to strike Jungkook's head as those words kept appearing bright red passed every photo.

B.A.M.B.I.

P.R.E.C.I.O.U.S.

M.I.N.E

O.N.L.Y.

M.I.N.E!

Jungkook cups his ears with his hands, screaming against his knees as the vivid memories storms into his head.

Flashback~

His hands carefully plays with the snow white locks between his fingers, smiling softly to the soft voice humming softly underneath their breath and the tatted hand caressing his waist, playfully poking on his ticklish sides.

"Stop," Jungkook squeals, jolting to the ticklish spot, "You know I'm sensitive."

Woosung blinks at the ceiling, still humming underneath his breath as he rolls to his side, moving his head around carelessly, "This is where I want to be,"

Great, he's back to singing.

"Babe-"

"Where it is so sweet," And the older drapes himself completely over Jungkook's naked body, "And heavenly."

"Are you serious-"

"I'm giving you all my, giving you all my," And the older paused, smiling brightly and nuzzles their foreheads, "Giving you all my love."

"WOOSUNG!" Jungkook shouts as he feels his sides suddenly being poked, squealing into giggles as the other continues to hum under his breath with the most beautiful smile on his face.

Beautiful in general. He could be frowning, sighing or laughing like a maniac and Jungkook would still believed he's utter beautiful.

The young ravenette is starting to love the moments like these with Woosung; after a long day of being with Jiyong and practicing his self defenses, being with Woosung during the midnight hours are always his favorites.

They usually talk about their day, or go off on practicing, sneak sudden kiss, sometimes even just lay there without talking or doing anything.

Yet they know these moments mean a lot to either of them, and they like it.

Tonight, however, was the night Woosung took his virginity. It was completely consensual, Jungkook made sure that the seventeen year old knew that he was ready for this step and vice versa.

And he didn't regret it.

Of course he's still young, he could've waited until someone did come around that was good for his life but Woosung is good for him. Even with the tattoos, ugly smoking habits and occasional drinking - maybe a bit crazy, he always made sure Jungkook was safe and taught him many things to assure that.

Throughout this relationship, in which is about to make its year mark soon, Jungkook has never felt more happier and alive in his life.

"I need an official pet name for you," Woosung says in a slight daze tone, bringing Jungkook to his chest, "What about kitten?"

"Ew."

"Yeah you're right it's too baby," He murmurs with his soft hand grazing Jungkook's arm, "Maybe my peasant?"

Jungkook grimaces and cranes his head up, an eyebrow perked, "I'm not your peasant."

Woosung stares at Jungkook's face a moment longer, slowly caressing his skin, "Bambi," He whispers, eyes softening to Jungkook's light blush on his cheeks, "My precious," and he leans to his face, pecking his lips, "My little shit, just mine."

Jungkook's grin wide leg shyly, climbing over the male and giggling softly, "Just one!"

Woosung narrows his eyes and breaks a wide smile, "Do you prefer my little psychopath?"

"Uh.... No-"

"Then all those three it is," He beams and yanks Jungkook down, molding their lips back together, "My precious, Bambi, little shit. Sounds about right, hm?"

Jungkook at this point didn't care, he just felt happy being in his arms at this moment to even argue.

This is where he wants to be too.

End flashback~

Jungkook peers his teary eyes open, sobbing against his knees as endless photos of Woosung flashes the computer, upon with photos of the two back during those years when they were together.

Photos he thought he deleted from the face of this world.

Who is doing this?

W-Why are they sticking so fucking low! Fuck, why Woosung!

The door to his office suddenly tilts open, revealing agent Wonho with a familiar silhouette behind him. The agent didn't even have time to peer into the room to see what's going on because Yeosang instant spotted the state Jungkook was in. He pushes the agent back and slams the door shut with the lock.

And that's when Jungkook sobs loudly, arms reaching out to his son, "I-It won't s-stop!"

Yeosang instantly goes to him but stops in front of the computer, noticing what is on the screen before shoving the whole desktop to the ground. He pulls out a knife and begins to stab it viciously, creating multiple hole punctures on it as the screen finally falls black.

Jungkook is still crying, his breath hitching hard against his throat to pain of those memories he tried hard to forget. Sending an email to that user was the worst thing he could've done, now they're always haunting him.

First the information got erased.

The other day his computer kept malfunctioning with words and the numerical language phrases.

Then he got more emails with those names all over again, from the same user.

And now.... This.

All in relation to Woosung.

When he saw the first picture, he instantly tried to turn off the computer but it was no use. It didn't work. He began to panic after more photos and videos appeared the screen that he called Yeosang in the midst of his panic.

He's the only one that can understand.

The small male glares at the computer screen and turns to Jungkook, his lips falling to a deep frown as he rushing to his father and hugs him tightly, "It's okay dad, it's gone."

Jungkook cries heavily against Yeosang's chest, gripping tight onto his sweater, "N-No, it's not!" He sobs and looks up at his son, "W-Why are they doing this to me? Why u-use Woosung? WHY FUCK ME OVER LIKE THIS!"

Yeosang continued to hold his father as he throws a tantrum, holding back his own tears with closed eyes as Jungkook screams and yelps against his chest, crying out to pressure he's been holding inside for years.

For his first love.

Who is not living in this world anymore.

Only making Jungkook wish he was with him so he won't have to suffer in this life anymore.

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A/N:
And here comes the downhill :)

Get ready lovelies!

I PURPLE YOU! <33