Taehyung was used to his dad being a dick.

After almost thirteen years of having to put up with and four of those years having to do it alone, he was used to him.

But he could never get used to the painful and degrading things he yells.

He never could get used to how he would put his hands on him like he was a stranger on the streets and not his own son.

How can someone bring someone else into the world but treat them like shit?

Taehyung's dad's fist connects firmly him his jaw sending him stumbling backwards.

   "Stand up! Stop being a little bitch!" He screamed.

Taehyung did his best to stand up only to be pushed back so harshly that he loses his balance and hits the floor.

Taehyung's father undoes his belt watching as Taehyung helplessly tries to get away.

   "You're not my son." He says taking the belt off and wrapping it around his fist. "I'd never raise such a shiftless piece of shit."

Taehyung doesn't see the belt but he feels it immediately when it stings his skin.

   "Appa please~"

   "No!" His dad yells kicking Taehyung harshly. "You're not my son! You're nothing but a worthless whore! That's all you're good for isn't! Fucking around in other people's beds you faggot!"

Taehyung holds himself tightly but he can't avoid his father's hard blows.

   "Please stop." Taehyung cries but it's useless.

His father's foot swiftly connects with Taehyung's mouth and he instantly feels the blood pool there.

His dad finally stops.

He always stops when the blood starts.

   "It's your fault." His father says grabbing Taehyung forcefully by the hair making him looking into his lifeless eyes. "You drove your mother crazy and now she's gone. And now you're driving me crazy too."

Taehyung falls to the ground when his father releases him, not having the energy to do anything but lie there as his father continues his rant.

His dad disappears up the stairs after a while leaving Taehyung in a pool of his own blood and broken glass.

Taehyung pulls himself up with every ounce of strength he has, which is hardly any.

The tears he feels like crying don't come out as looks around and sees the mess.

His father has torn the pictures from the frames around the house and torn them again. Taehyung doesn't think he can tape them together again.

Taehyung's entire body feels numb as he drags himself out of the house.

He pulls out his phone to call Hoseok.

The screen is cracked but he doesn't care.

It's not late, only seven o'clock, so hopefully Hobi can save him like he usually does.

   "Hey Tae now isn't really a good time. My parents are having company over and they've already scolded me twice for using my phone." Hoseok answers.

Taehyung clears his throat. "I'm sorry Hobi. I-I'll c-call you later."

  "What's wrong Tae?" Hoseok asks.

  "It's o-okay I'm fine." Taehyung says feeling himself starting to break down.

   "Are you sure?" Hoseok asks.

Taehyung shakes his head even though Hoseok can't see him. "I'm okay."

   "Tae~"

Taehyung ends the call before he just sits on his steps crying to himself.

After all this time Taehyung thought he had no more tears to cry but he somehow still broke down in tears.

--

Jungkook sat in his room playing endless hours of videos games, to the point where his eyes felt fried in their sockets, when his phone rang. 

   "Yellow." He answered without checking who it was.

   "Jungkook!" Hoseok says on the other end.

   "Hey Hobi? What's up?" Jungkook asks eyes still focused on the screen.

   "I need you to do me a huge huge huge favor. It's a really huge favor and I probably shouldn't even be asking you this but I need you to do this for me and I promise I'll owe you for the rest of my life." Hoseok says.

   "Hyung. If you wanted me to suck your dick all you had to do was just ask." Jungkook jokes.

   "This isn't a joke Jungkook would you please focus." Hoseok says.

   "Alright I'm listening." Jungkook says taking off his headset and putting the phone to his ear.

   "I need you to go get Taehyung." Hoseok says.

   "From where?" Jungkook asks already standing to leave.

   "His house. His dad~. I think it's~. Oh my goodness~. Just please go get him. And please go as fast as you can." Hoseok says.

   "His dad did something to him?" Jungkook asks suddenly moving at lightening speed.

   "Yes. Now please. I'll pay you back I swear." Hoseok says.

   "You don't have to pay me back~. Mom I'm taking the car it's an emergency!" Jungkook says leaving the house.

   "Please hurry Jungkook." Hoseok says.

  "I'm hurrying. Don't worry hyung. I'll take care of him."

Jungkook takes the directions to Taehyung's house and the distance seems greater than the first time.

The car barely comes to a complete stop before Jungkook is getting out of it.

--

Taehyung sits on his steps his body weak and heavy as his oversized jacket engulfs him.

Taehyung has never felt more emotionally and physically detached and the sad part is that he knows the worst is yet to come.

The worst is when his father wakes up hungover and somehow still angry.

How can someone have so much anger inside of them?

   "Taehyung?"

Taehyung jumps at the sound of his own name.

   "Tae?"

Taehyung doesn't know why but his first instinct is to get as far away as possible.

   "It's me Taehyung." Jungkook's voice says. "Jungkook?"

Taehyung continues to cower~. What is Jungkook doing here?

   "It's okay Tae. I'm not gonna hurt you." Jungkook says.

Jungkook's hand touches Taehyung's shoulder and he jumps away looking up at him.

Jungkook gasps quietly at the state he's in.

   "Can I touch you?" Jungkook asks cautiously reaching his hand out.

Taehyung doesn't moving away as Jungkook's hand caresses his face.

Taehyung is almost taken aback by Jungkook's tender touch.

Why is he being so gentle when he didn't deserve it. He deserved everything he got tonight. But not this. Not Jungkook's soft fingers coming in contact with his scarred and ruined skin.

   "Let's get outta here." Jungkook says gently helping Taehyung to his feet. "I got you. It's okay."

Taehyung can hardly stand on his own but Jungkook doesn't mind holding him, not at all.

Taehyung doesn't fight against the tears that still stream down his face.

Jungkook puts Taehyung in the back letting him curl up across the seats.

   "I'm gonna take care of you, okay?" Jungkook says quietly as he starts the car. "You don't have to worry about a thing. I promise."

Jungkook continues to whisper sweet nothings the entire trip back across town.

Taehyung cries softly to himself.

But not because he was sad, or in pain, but just simply because Jungkook, a boy who barely knew anything about him was helping him when he had no reason to do so.

He was grateful.

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