Jungkook–

"What's his problem?" Jimin asks as he watches Taehyung's car race away.

"He's just in a bad mood." I say which probably wasn't a lie now.

I know I hurt Taehyung and I didn't mean to but it just happened.

I couldn't go back with him and do what he wanted because it wouldn't feel right.

There's no way I could have sex with Taehyung like that and be in love with Jimin still.

It wasn't fair to Taehyung.

Although I felt horrible, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Where did you two go anyway? And haven't you been out a lot lately? Have you been with T?" Jimin asks, his eyebrows wiggling.

"We just hung out, it wasn't a big deal." I say.

"You didn't answer my question, were you hanging out with T also?" Jimin pushes.

I was trying to think of ways to get out of answering this but I had nothing.

"Well?"

Just as I go to lie, the evil witch speaks.

"Who cares what he does in his free time. His sex life shouldn't concern you." Rei says as she wraps her arm around Jimin's.

"Let's go." She says and starts pulling him back into his house.

"I'll text you later!" Jimin calls out and then I'm alone.

Sighing, I finally head inside.

I got straight up to my room and fall face first into my bed.

Today had started off so good and ended so badly.

Then to top off this whole Taehyung thing, my graduation is in a week and a half.

I have to have this huge party and I have to invite Taehyung.

How the hell was I supposed to explain who he was to me?

Would he get hurt if I said he was just a friend in front of everyone?

I sigh and roll over to face the ceiling.

I pull out my phone and scroll to Taehyung's contact.

Calling and apologizing seemed like the best option right now.

I didn't want Taehyung to be upset with me and now he was.

Without thinking, I hit call.

It just rings and rings and rings.

I was honestly shocked when it went to voicemail.

He wasn't even taking my calls.

So the next thing to do is text him.

I'm sorry. -JK.

I stare down at the text but when I receive nothing back, I toss my phone to the other side of the bed.

My stomach felt nauseous.

I felt guilty.

This was my fault and I knew it.

I know that Taehyung is in love with me and I'm only hurting him.

The only thing I can do to stop from hurting him is to leave him.

If I cut myself from his life he'll be better off.

Right?

Sighing, I turn over and bury my face into the pillow.

He's better off without me anyway.

....

Taehyung—
I stared down at the text Jungkook had sent me.

It was taking everything I had not to reply.

Yes, I was upset, but I didn't want him to think I hated him or something.

In fact, I could never hate him.

Never, no matter what.

I sigh and click my phone off.

Turning over in my bed, I stare at the blank wall.

Why couldn't I have met Jungkook before Jimin did?

If I had, would he have fallen for me instead?

I wish I knew the answers to these questions, and yet, I did.

Deep down, I already had the answers.

I had them and I didn't want them.

...

A couple days had passed and I hadn't heard from Jungkook at all.

I had given in and texted him but he never responded.

Now I was stuck thinking the absolute worst.

Did he hate me now?

Had he really given up on me?

Was I always a lost cause?

Part of me was tempted to go to Jungkook's house to talk to him but I knew I couldn't.

Really, I couldn't.

I was too afraid to hear the real reason as to why he was avoiding me suddenly.

I hated this.

Without having Jungkook around for days I felt as if all of the life had been sucked out of me.

Nothing made me happy.

I only want Jungkook.

Sighing, I stand up and walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I'm doing so, I hear a knock at my door.

I was hoping for it to be Jungkook but I knew that wasn't realistic.

When I opened the front door my eyes widened.

I couldn't seem to speak as the person stared back at me.

"Dad, What are you doing here?"

...

"Hello, son." My father says as he pushes his way into my front door.

"Why are you here?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"I can't come to see my favorite son?" He slurs, the smell of alcohol potent on his breath.

"You don't come to me for reasons like that. What is it this time? drug money? Alcohol? Or did you just come to remind me how much of a piece of shit you are?" I spit.

His smile slowly falls as he grips at the bottle in his hand.

"Who do you think you're taking to, boy?" He snarls.

I scoff.

"Get out of my house."

"Or what?" My father asks, a daring looking within his bloodshot eyes.

"Or I'll kill you myself." I threaten, my voice low and serious.

He doesn't seem fazed by my words though.

He simply smiles and takes a step towards me.

Instinctively, I step backwards.

"Come on, Taehyung, give your father money before you regret it." He says, his face so close to mine I could feel his hot breath.

I shivered in disgust as I pushed him away, only to be punched in the face.

"What the fuck?!" I yell and punch back.

My fist connects with his face and just as I go to hit again, he swings his bottle, hitting me right upside the head.

Luckily, he stumbled and the bottle didn't hit with enough force to break.

Yet I knew I'd definitely feel that tomorrow.

Once he realizes he didn't break the glass he swings again, this time with so much force that I flew to the ground.

Just as I went to stand, he kicked me right in the lower abdomen, causing me to cry out.

"You were always a horrible son. Never listened to anyone and that's why your mother left! It's your fault, it always will be!" He yells and kicks me again. 

I remember being kicked and stepped on multiple times but at one point, I just felt numb.

My body would be sore all over and I had given up.

I deserved this.

Jungkook hates me anyway so what am I even living for at this point?

I laid there and let him beat me.

It's not like this was the first time.

"Fuck you." He spits before hurrying out the front door.

Once he was gone I tried to move but hissed in pain as I doubled over, coughing up blood.

My bones ached and my everything was on fire.

I couldn't move.

Hissing, I try to reach for my phone.

I knew I shouldn't do this but I had no choice.

I need Jungkook.

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