Jungkook—

I hadn't talked to Taehyung in Days.

He had tried to get ahold of me but I ignored it.

This was for the best.

It'll be easier for him if I stop this now before it gets even harder to do so.

I didn't want that and so this was the best that I got.

My phone going off pulled me from my thoughts.

Amswer mu csll. Hurru. -T.

My brows furrowed in confusion at the text.

Everything was spelt wrong which wasn't like Taehyung.

My phone ringing makes me jump.

The name flashed across the screen was simply.

T.

My blood ran cold as I watched it ring.

I was scared to answer it.

What if it was a prank? But what if something was really wrong?

Shaking the thought, I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I ask, my voice low.

"Please. Help me."

The voice was forced and breathless.

"Taehyung? What happened? What's going on?" I ask, panic rising in my chest.

"Jungkook, please. I can't move." Taehyung says, his voice cracking, the sound of garggling in his throat.

"Where are you?" I ask but I get no reply on the other end.

"For fucks sake Taehyung, where are you?!" I ask in complete panic mode.

"My hou-."

But before he can finish I'm already running out the front door.

Panic and adrenaline was coursing through my veins.

I have to get to Taehyung.

...

When I arrived at Taehyung's House I saw the front door wide open.

I hurried out of the car and ran inside.

My eyes widened as I saw Taehyung in a ball on the ground, his face covered in blood.

"Oh god, what happened?!" I ask as I rush to his side.

"You came." Taehyung says, flashing a slight smile, showing the blood coating his teeth.

"Come on." I say as I bend down to help him up.

He hissed out as I tried to sit him up.

When I got him upright it looked even worse.

His nose and his forehead were bleeding and his lip was busted.

"Fuck Taehyung, what happened to you?" I ask, feeling nothing but sheer fear.

"My father." He manages out.

His father really did this to him?

I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

"Hold on, let me get the first aid kit." I say and hurry towards the bathroom.

I grab the kit, proxide, and a wet cloth.

After retreving it I kneel down beside him again and pull up the wet cloth.

As soon as it touched his skin, he flinched.

My heart sank as he pulled back from me.

"I'm sorry." He says quickly as he leans forward.

I swallow and slowly start to clean the blood off of his face.

"Tell me what happened." I say, looking into his eyes to see nothing but pain and emptiness.

"My deadbeat Dad did what he always does. He got drunk and came demanding money. When I refused him, he beat me up." Taehyung says, making a face as he tried to speak through the pain.

"I'm so sorry." I say.

I didn't imagine it was this bad.

"It's not your fault. Thank you for coming, it means a lot." Taehyung says as he grabs ahold of my hand.

I stare down at it before swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Let me help you up. You should change." I say.

Taehyung nods and let's me help him up.

After a lot of enduring pain, we made it to his room.

I walk him over to the bed and sit him down.

I then go to pick out clothes.

"Here, put these on." I say.

Taehyung looks at me before lifting his arms over his head.

"I need help." He says as he makes a pained face.

I stare down at him, taken back.

He really wanted me to change his clothes for him.

Although I didn't exactly want to, I knew he was hurt so I did anyway.

I slowly lifted the shirt off of him, leaving his chest exposed, revealing bruises forming.

I reach out for the other shirt but he grabs ahold of my wrist and rugs me forward.

He pulled me with so much strength that I flew forward, right into him.

"Taehyung What are you-"

"Do you feel that?" He asks as he takes my hand and places it right over his heart.

I stopped moving as I felt his heartbeat on my palm.

"I love you." Taehyung says, his voice raspy and pained.

I stared into his eyes as he stared into mine.

My heart ached at his words.

"Please, put this on. I'll clean up the blood in the living room." I say as I quickly pull away and hurry towards the door.

I couldn't do this.

I can't be around him when he says things like that.

It hurt too much.

Taehyung is in love with me and as shitty of a person as it makes me, I'm still in love with Jimin.

It won't change.

Even if Jimin doesn't love me back, I move on.

It's still Jimin, it's always going to be jimin.

...

When I go back into the bedroom I see Taehyung half asleep on the bed.

When he sees me he scoots over and pats the bed.

"I shouldn't." I say through my teeth.

He looks at me with sad eyes.

"Please, just for tonight." He says, his voice defeated.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch him.

"Okay, just for tonight." I say as I walk over to the bed and lay down beside him.

I wasn't expecting what he says next.

"Please, hold me." He says, his voice weak.

I didn't deny him.

Instead, I move closer to him and wrap my arms around him.

There was one thing I knew for sure, he was hurting, and badly.

The room was silent for a moment before Taehyung began to shake in my arms.

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook. I'm sorry I can't be the man you want." Taehyung says, his voice hoarse.

His words struck right at my heart.

"I'm sorry I'm not Jimin." He says, his voice broken.

This was a side of Taehyung I had never seen before.

He was so..defeated.

My heart was breaking for him.

He had been through so much and now I was part of the reason he was hurting.

I let out a breath as I softly brush my fingers through his hair.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay." I say softly.

Both of us knew that was far from the truth.

As I laid there, the only thing that could be heard in the room being the sound of Taehyung's crying, I began to cry too.

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