A/n: Some mature language and disturbing themes are present. Read at your own risk. An extra long chapter. So, take a deep breath before starting :)  

~ And Yesterday, I Tried To Pray But I Didn't Know What To Say ~

* AUTHOR'S POV *

* Flashback continues *

Jungkook stared at the huge worn-out warehouse, with rust eating away at the hinges of the door. 

It loomed like a giant in front of him which could devour him whole. 

He gulped and walked towards it, each step resounding through the cold chilly atmosphere. 

He spotted a delivery van parked in front of the gate and a man unloading shipments on the ground while another guy monitored him closely. 

He went over to the duo and asked,"Um...I'm here to collect a package?" 

The guy who was monitoring, looked Jungkook up and down and biting his lip ring said,"You don't look like you belong here, m'boy. But Alex did say that a lil birdie would be stopping by. J! Leave this shit, and take out lil birdie to the back room for the you-know-what." and he gave him a look which only the guy named J could understand. 

"Follow me.", J grunted as he walked around the entire building to reach a small door at the back. 

He opened the door and said,"Wait here. Don't try any tricks, or I'll smash your head with my boots.", he said as he entered the dimly lit room. 

Jungkook could barely see the contents of the room. 

Not that he wanted to anyway...

He wanted to finish this quickly and get over with it. 

"Here.", J said as he pushed the parcel forcefully into his hand, making Jungkook stagger back slightly. 

J then grabbed Jungkook by the collar and threatened him,"If you try to run to the kinky dink police of this town, don't be scared when I make your life a living hell. We know everything about your Appa and I'm sure your sister would be a great fuck. How would you like to hear her screams echo in your ears when we take turns at her? If you don't want that, you better do your job well, motherfucker!" and he threw Jungkook to the ground and then kicked him in the face. 

"Fucking son of a fucking traitor.", he spat out as he walked off. 

Blood oozed out from Jungkook's lower lip as he tried not to let his anger get the best of him. 

He had to keep his Noona safe...

These people were vile and cruel and he knew that if they decided to hunt them down, there was no stopping them. 

He stood up, swaying a little on his feet due to the impact of the injury, his chest heaving due to his irregular breaths.

With his goal in mind, he made way towards the exit of the warehouse. 

"Someone fucked up your face, pretty boy!", the guy who was monitoring, called out as Jungkook passed by. 

"I did the honours, Nike.", J said as he kept unloading the boxes. 

Jungkook didn't pay attention to them as he walked off. 

Don't turn back, don't turn back, don't turn back...

He knew that if he retorted, they would hurt him even more. 

He kept on walking till he reached Haeundae Beach, the sand crunching beneath his shoes. 

He walked towards the sea, tempted to throw the parcel into the waters and migrating to some far off place, perhaps the States. 

But the very next second he discarded those thoughts. 

He wouldn't give a damn if it was only him involved in this mess. 

But where his Noona and his parents were concerned...

The matter took a different turn...

"So, you came, huh?", a silky youngish voice spoke from behind. 

He turned around so fast, that he was afraid that he might suffer from whiplash. 

A silhouette of a young boy was seen standing there with only his eyes visible. 

"W-Who're you!? Are you here to take the parcel?", he asked apprehensively. 

The boy let out a chuckle and said,"Not really. I'm here to watch the waves. I come here every night." 

Jungkook looked slightly scared. 

Who was this guy and why was he talking to him!? 

"Don't be scared of me. I know what goes down here every night. You're not the first one.", he said with a light chuckle, probably understanding Jungkook's hesitancy. 

You're not the first one...

Those words echoed in his mind. 

How many people had suffered the same predicament as he!? 

"Well, here they come...", he warned before walking off and disappearing into the darkness. 

"Wait...", Jungkook mumbled. 

He wanted to ask him more questions, but the boy had already left. 

He looked in the opposite direction to see a group of people approaching in his direction, all wearing similar type of leather jackets and biker boots. Some perhaps even had tattoos. But it was hard to tell in the dark. 

"Good to see you're not chicken like your fucking Appa.", the leader of the pack said gruffly. 

"Here's the delivery. Now, give me back my dad.", Jungkook said with wise restraint over his voice. 

"Not so soon, m'boy. Why don't you take a seat? See what happens to people who go against us.", the man said as he signalled his men to grab Jungkook. 

Two burly men grabbed Jungkook by his arms, hoisting him up in the air while he dropped the package on the ground. 

"Let go of me! I did what you asked me to do!", Jungkook screamed as he kicked his legs in the air, trashing in the arms of his two restrainers. 

"Shut the fuck up, you lil fucker! Your voice is fucking annoying!", the leader said as he punched Jungkook in the gut. 

Jungkook gasped at the impact and threw up blood. 

"That ought to keep you quiet, you lil bastard.", one of the men said while others chuckled at his plight. 

No remorse...

No guilt...

"Do you see, Jeon. This is what happens when you double-cross us, you fucking pussy.", he said as he kicked Jungkook's father repeatedly in the stomach. 

"S-Stop! Please don't hurt my dad.", Jungkook said in a strained voice. 

But, they seemed not to care as they took turns in kicking him on every part of his body. 

He had become a human soccer ball...

After they had enough of their so-called 'game', the leader spoke again. 

"I'm bored with this. Let's finish it for once and all.", he said maliciously as he looked at Jungkook with a spine-chilling grin as he pointed his gun at Jungkook's father who lay face down. 

He laughed as he fired two shots at his exposed back, not giving a care. 

"NO! DON'T!!", Jungkook screamed, not caring whether he'd be the next one to face the same fate. 

"Your Appa's gone, boy. Now it's your turn, bastard. Unless, you pledge your loyalty to us.", he said as he fixed him with a piercing stare. 

"I will never submit to you! You...you...killed my dad...", Jungkook said as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

What was he going to tell his Noona...

The leader's features darkened as he hit Jungkook's cheek with the back of the gun. 

A rude gash formed as blood trickled down his cheek and seeped into his uniform, staining it red. 

"Very well. Since you've made your decision, let's silence your fucking mouth forever. Sweet dreams, asshole.", the leader said in a quiet tone as he pointed the gun at Jungkook's head, finger ready to pull the trigger. 

He closed his eyes, knowing that it'll be over in a few seconds. 

Sorry Noona...

I failed you...

"Stop! Don't kill the boy.", a harsh voice spoke. 

The leader stopped as he lowered his gun. 

"B-But sir! He's a witness.", the leader reasoned. 

"I said don't kill him. Do you want to go against us?", the boy said in a dangerously silky tone. 

The leader cowered in fear as he shook his head violently. 

"N-Never sir! After what Boss has done for us...", he trailed off, his voice shaky. 

Jungkook opened his eyes to see the same young boy standing in front of him. 

"Tch. What a waste of good genes.", he said as he placed a slender finger on his cut and pressed it hard enough for Jungkook to let out a small whimper. 

"Let him go. I'll speak to the Boss. And if he decides to run his mouth, then we'll silence him.", he said with a cruel laughing, echoing into the night. 

Jungkook felt his hands being released and he was dropped to the ground. 

"You're fucking dead if you talk about this shit.", the leader said with a kick on Jungkook's face as the mobsters moved out of sight. 

He closed his eyes trying to remain conscious. 

"An ambulance is needed at the Haeundae Beach. Two injured victims of the Blood Riders have been abandoned here.", the boy heard the boy speak to a person on the other side. 

"W-Why did you save me?", Jungkook managed to ask finally. 

"You don't deserve to die at the hands of those ne'er-do-wells. And your Appa is probably alive. His breathing is a bit shallow.", he said as he knelt down beside Jungkook's dad.

"What am I to you? Why do you care?", he asked in a strained voice. 

"Don't ask questions. They'll lead you to more trouble. Leave Busan. They'll not rest until they finish your entire family. No one can hold grudges better than them. And haven't you heard the common saying? A Traitor's Blood Is Theirs To Take.", the boy said with a dark aura around him. 

"W-Who are you?", Jungkook asked with a gasp. 

"They call me Little Prince. But you can call me Y.", he said as he left the place. 

A few seconds later he heard the sirens and the paramedics arrived and took them to the hospital. 

Jungkook didn't have any memory of all that happened after, as he fell into a dreamless sleep, listening to the heartbeat of his father. 

- TIME SKIP - 

Jungkook opened his eyes to see a white ceiling staring back at him. 

He turned his head to the side to see that he was hooked on to a heart monitor and a drip IV. 

"Mr. Jeon. You're awake I see. I'll be alerting the doctor.", the nurse said as she rushed out of his room. 

He looked down to see himself dressed in a pale white hospital gown. 

Well, at least he was not in his blood-soaked clothes. 

"How do you feel Mr. Jeon? Do you feel any discomfort in your body?", the doctor asked as the nurse checked his vitals. 

"I'm fine. Where's my dad?", he asked as he tried to sit up. 

"Please lie down, Mr. Jeon. Your dad is currently in another room.", the doctor said. 

"Is he alright?", Jungkook asked biting his lip. 

"Well...I think it's better if your family breaks the news to you. You may come in, Mrs. Jeon.", the doctor said with a downcast expression. 

What was going on...

He saw his mom and Noona enter the room, both wearing solemn, distant expressions on their faces. 

"I'll give you three some privacy.", the doctor said as he and the nurse left the room. 

They both took a seat beside him, not uttering a single word this whole time. 

"What's the matter, you two!? Will someone explain!?", Jungkook said desperately. 

The uncertainty was eating him up from within...

"It's Daesong. The bullets have paralysed the lower part of his body.", his mother said in a monotonous, feelingless manner. 

"T-The doctor said that he'll never be able to walk again. He used some fancy term like Para...Para...", Jieun struggled with the term. 

"Paraplegia, Jieun! It's Paraplegia! Why can't your dumb self remember a simple term like this!?", her mother said scornfully. 

"Sorry, Eomma.", Jieun said in a small voice. 

"Don't call me Eomma. You make me feel embarrassed.", his mother said as she scowled at her. 

"Mom. What are we going to do?", Jungkook asked. 

"Move from here, of course! The landlady has already given us the notice. We move to Seoul by the end of this week. And this time, I'll get a job. Your useless father is a burden now. And until you both grow up, someone has to earn.", his mother said angrily. 

"B-But you have no qualifications.", Jungkook said with a frown.

"You forget, Jungkook. I'm a woman.", she said with a cruel smile. 

Jungkook felt like throwing up at that moment. 

Even Jieun felt so. 

How could their mother have such courtesan-like and uncouth thoughts!? 

How could she be so vile...

"I'm leaving now. Jieun! Take care of your brother.", she said as she walked off. 

"Noona...", Jungkook said as he looked at her. 

"Kook...", she said as she let her hot tears fall on her lap. 

"Is there something more I should know?", he asked, fearing her answer. 

"T-The doctor...said...that...you...suffer...from...Bronchial Cancer. S-Something c-called BAC.", Jieun said as she sniffled loudly. 

Jungkook's eyes widened at the news. 

Cancer...

"It's curable, but it needs extensive care and treatment. I-I want you to live, Kook. I will get a part time job and save up.", Jieun said as she took his hand and squeezed it affectionately. 

Jungkook smiled up at her. 

Maybe that's why always he had those coughing fits and was weak...

Jungkook felt slightly drowsy and felt his eyelids drooping a few times. 

"Sleep, Kook. I'll come back tomorrow. I'll save you from this. We'll fight this together.", she whispered. 

Jungkook fell asleep, a small smile gracing his lips due to the words he got to hear from his Noona. 

She meant the world to him...

* End of Flashback * 

* JUNGKOOK'S POV *

"So, that's my story.", I said with a deep sigh and a sad smile. 

I dared to look at Taehyung who was already staring back at me. 

"I-I'm sorry it's so sad! I-It's like a stupid dra-.", I began in a high pitched voice, when he hugged me. 

Literally hugged me. 

"W-What a-are y-you d-doing!?", I said in a voice unlike my own. 

"Hugging you, of course.", Taehyung's muffled voice came as he hid his face in my shirt. 

He was crying...

"It's fine. My story's not that sad anyway.", I said as we broke apart. 

Well, he pulled back as I didn't hug him back. 

Not that I didn't want to. 

I was afraid that I might make it even more awkward...

"Say that once more and I'll smack you.", he deadpanned. 

I chuckled at his threat. 

"I'm fine now. I had been given the green signal last year. And today, I came to visit my dad. He must've stopped eating again. He does that sometimes.", I said with a smile and a shrug. 

"You better be ok, JK because I need you around for a long time. And if you ever need any help, me and my hyungs will help you out.", he promised as he cracked a smile too. 

I blushed and averted my eyes from his face. 

This was my second time seeing his genuine smile...

He was not really who I had thought him to be...

"I'll hold you on that.", I said with a smirk. 

"You better.", he said with a serious expression before bursting out laughing. 

He had a deep rich laugh...

Honey-like and sweet...

I joined him, not knowing the reason. 

It felt good to let all that out...

Perhaps this is what I was carrying on my shoulders all along...

We both sat there for quite a while, talking about random things not of great importance. 

It was good to converse normally with a person...

I leaned slightly on the table from keeping my eyes from closing. 

I wanted to talk to you more...

Your voice filled me with warmth...

Like sunshine after rain...

Like fire on a cold night...

Dad...

I think I found my warmth...

A/n: I'm tired af. Like freaking 2700 words! This is seriously my longest chapter ever! Anyway, the fluff at the end tho T-T

P.S: STREAM BUTTER HOTTER REMIX! IT'S SO DANG GOOD! LIKE THE CHAOTIC NATURE OF THE MV IS WHAT WAS NEEDED Y'ALL :)

- Logging off for now...

-💕Moonie💕