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Taehyung pushed Jungkook out and slammed the door shut in his face, locking it from inside. He let out a breath and pressed his hands to the door, leaning his forehead against the hard wood.

He heard Jungkook calling out to him from the other side, knocking loudly on the door, asking him to open it. He was crying. Taehyung could tell he was crying.

"I'm calling the police Tae.." Jungkook sniffled, his voice muffled through the door.

Taehyung let out a low breath, his hand clutching the door knob, eyes closed, "You left your phone in my room I think."

Jungkook let out a sob, smacking his palm against the door in frustration, "Taehyung, I swear to God that- that if you don't open the door... I will- I will never talk to you again." He let out in a defeated voice, rattling the door knob. Taehyung sighed, banging his head against the door in annoyance.

"Fine. Fine, don't talk to me but I'm not letting you in. Not when- when my Dad is around." Taehyung called back. Jungkook banged the door loudly with his fists, sobbing lightly, "Tae, please. Please open the door. You don't have to go through this. Please!"

"Go home Jungkook." Taehyung said softly, not sure if Jungkook heard him through the door because Jaesun walked up to him from behind and placed his hand on his shoulder, causing him to whimper out in fear.

"Are you done?" Jaesun snarked in a low, raspy voice. Taehyung felt his knees go weaker, holding onto the door for support, "No." He whispered, wanting to push Jaesun away and run out to Jungkook.

He regretted his words immediately when Jaesun gripped his neck from behind and slammed him into the door, pinning him down, "No?"

Taehyung let out a mewl, clawing at his father's arm desperately, "I-I mean- I mean yeah-yeah I'm-I'm done." He stammered, squirming to get out of his grasp.

He let out another whimper when Jaesun grabbed his hands harshly and twisted them behind his back, tightening his hold around his collar, "Aren't you getting a little too bold these days? Speaking back to me, raising you voice. Your filthy little boyfriend taught you that?"

"He- he is not my-" Taehyung began but Jaesun kicked him in the leg, making him yelp in pain, dragging his nails down the wooden frame of the door.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Jaesun growled, pulling Taehyung's head back by his hair and then shoving it back into the door. Taehyung let out a small sound, shaking his head, literally quivering in fear.

Jaesun gripped his hair again, making him crane his neck back to look at him, "Aren't you engaged? Aren't you getting married in, like, five fucking months? And you are cheating on your fiancé with a fucking guy?"

"Jia- Jia doesn't want to get married. She knows- she doesn't mind- she knows about Jungkook." Taehyung let out, gulping dryly. Jaesun let out a dry chuckle, "Well, guess who does mind."

He pushed Taehyung backwards. Taehyung looked at him in fear, backing away into the wall. Jaesun glared at him, eyes red and darkened, disgust dripping from his face.

"Do you know who does mind?" Jaesun yelled. Taehyung shook his head helplessly, trying to back away further into the wall, hands on his sides, trying to find a way out.

Jaesun looked around and picked up the glass ash-tray off the table and threw it at Taehyung, "I do!" He shouted. Taehyung whimpered out, covering his head with his hands as the glass shattering on the wall close to him.

Jaesun picked up a glass center peice off the table and threw it at him too, "Your mother does! I told you this before and I will say it again. I have no sons who are fags." Jaesun barked, seething with rage.

Taehyung was crouched down on the floor, his face in his hands, "I'm not. D-Dad I'm not a fag- I'm not gay, p-please." Taehyung pleaded, trying to crawl away.

Jaesun dragged him up and pushed him backwards into the dining table behind him, "Yeah?" He said, jaw clenched, "It didn't look like it when you were confessing your love for that guy while fucking him." He gritted, nails digging into Taehyung's skin.

"I didn't- I don't love him- what- I don't-"

Jaesun elbowed his back harshly, making the boy cry out in pain, arching his back, "Dad- Dad, stop please. It hurts."

"I thought you were smarter than that Taehyung. I thought you were smarter than your brother." Jaesun grumbled, pressing Taehyung's face into the table, "Guess I was wrong."

"P-please I'm sorry. Dad- I'm so sorry." Taehyung said, clawing at his father's arm again. Jaesun kicked his shin and Taehyung let out a strangled sound, "S-stop it. Please stop it, I'm not gay." Taehyung mumbled weakly as Jaesun pushed him back again.

"I thought you would have learned something from the day I threw your brother out." Jaesun gritted, shoving his palms in Taehyung's chest.

"I thought you would have learned something from all the times I told you not to do shit with boys." He said as Taehyung dragged himself backwards, looking scared.

"I thought you would do what I tell you to do and not speak back to me." Jaesun said lowly, stepping towards Taehyung. Taehyung took another step back shakily.

"But no. No, you didn't. You didn't learn a single fucking thing. You turned out to be the same disgusting peice of shit as your brother." Jaesun snickered, walking closer.

Taehyung stumbled back, tripping over and falling down on the couch, "He was n-not a disgusting piece of shit. Don't call him that. He was your son too." Taehyung said, trying to get up.

Jaesun looked at him and grabbed his collar, holding him down "I don't have mental cases as my sons." He hissed Taehyung looked at him and let out a scoff.

"Yejun Hyung was not a mental case." He said, teeth gritted, trying to push Jaesun away, "He was not. Stop referring to him as one." Taehyung snapped.

Jaesun quirked an eyebrow and then punched him in the face.

"Stop telling me what to do. He was a mental case and so are you. A disgusting little queer. Pathetic faggots." He yelled. Taehyung brought a hand to his jaw and then glared up at Jaesun.

He looked at his father, someone who once had been a handsome, charming young man with gentle eyes and a warm smile. But that was long ago. So long that even the picture of him in Taehyung's wallet was crumpling now.

Now he was just a psycho with a wrinkled up face and beady, dead eyes. No hint of smile or warmth on his face. Taehyung loathed him. He hated everything about him, from his gruff voice to his balding hair, everything.

Taehyung felt something stirring inside him as he looked at Jaesun and then pushed him away harshly.

"I am not gay. Aren't you listening?" Taehyung shouted, sprawled over the couch, panting heavily, "I'm trying to tell you that again and again but you are just busy beating the shit out of me. Listen to me for fucks sake."

Jaesun looked a bit taken aback for a second but the god awful mixture of the smirk and frown returned to his face after a second, "You are not? So the guy who you slept with- did he make you do it furcefully?" He asked in a flat voice.

Taehyung looked up at him, confused, "Huh?"

"Did he force you?" Jaesun repeated. Taehyung titled his head to the side, brows furrowed, "What?"

"Well if he forced you, it's not really your fault. If you were pressured into doing something, I can't really beat you up for that." Jaesun said, putting his hands in his pockets.

Taehyung snickered, "You beat me up for each and every single thing, even if it's not my fault. What are you even trying to say?"

"I am asking you to confirm that they boy forced you. Then I'll know you are not gay, you are not like your brother. I'll even file a police complaint against him for sexually assaulting my son and raping him." Jaesun said.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung let out, looking confused as hell.

"Just say yes and I'll let you go." Jaesun said. Taehyung blinked at him, "I- will you-will you really let me go?" He asked. Jaesun nodded, stepping back from him.

"I'll let you go. I won't hit you. Ever. Just give me the confirmation that you are straight." He said, shrugging. Taehyung didn't say anything, thinking.

"What are you thinking of? Just say yes and tell me you are straight, it's all about that. Then we can go back to how we were before. You want that right? You want us to treat to like we did before. You want us to take care of you, take you out, give you everything. Taehyung you want that, I know you do." Jaesun said, looking at Taehyung.

"No." Taehyung whispered softly.

Jaesun looked at him, tilting his head to the side, "What was that?"

"No." Taehyung voiced louder, standing up from the couch. He looked up at Jaesun, feeling anger taking over him, feeling hatred pulse inside him for the man he called his dad.

"No I don't want that. No Jungkook didn't force me into anything. I did it because I wanted to. And no, no its not at all about being straight. Fuck that." Taehyung gritted, looking down at his feet.

"That makes you a fag now doesn't it?" Jaesun said, eyes dark.

Taehyung shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle as he looked up and met Jaesun's eyes, "It doesn't. I dont know and I don't care. I don't give a fuck if I'm straight or not anymore." Taehyung snickered, stepping back.

Jaesun stepped towards him, "Taehyung, you and your brother are both-"

"Shut up." Taehyung growled, "Shut the fuck up. Don't say anything about my brother. Whatever he was, he was better than you. You are sick. You are so fucking sick 'Dad'." Taehyung spat, glaring up at Jaesun.

"Don't you dare-" Jaesun began, grabbing Taehyung's arm.

Taehyung pushed him away.

"Don't tell me what to do." He said, shaking his head, "I can do whatever I want. I can talk to you however I want. I can be whoever I want. You have no right to order me around." He whispered.

Jaesun scoffed, "I think I do. I'm your father-"

"You are. Not. My. Father." Taehyung growled, walking back, "He died when I was five. So did my mom. You are a monster and I fucking hate you." Taehyung said, breathing heavily.

Jaesun didn't say anything, just watched him walking away.

Taehyung turned around to go up to his room, then paused and then turned back around, "Oh one more thing." He let out.

He took of the silver ring from his finger and threw it at Jaesun, "I am not getting married. I'm not doing anything you asked me to do." Taehyung said.

"You love your business more than your own sons right? Fine, live without them. Don't even bother throwing me out because I'm gladly going myself. Tell mom I won't be back and I don't want to see either of you ever again."

Jaesun snickered, looking amused, "Where will you go? You have nothing. You will just end up roaming on the streets." He laughed.

Taehyung looked at him blankly, "At least I'll be happier away from you. I will get a job, I will get an apartment. I'll find Yejun Hyung-"

"You will find Yejun?" Jaesun laughed harder. Taehyung blinked, "Y-yeah, I'll look for him everywhere I can and- and I'll find him."

Jaesun chuckled, "I know where he is."

Taehyung stared at him, "Y-you do?"

"Of course I do. I am still his father biologically. I found out where he was a week after he left. Do you want me to tell you?" He asked, smirking. Taehyung looked at him but didn't say anything.

Jaesun clicked his tongue, "Well listen, when you go out of the house, take left and drive for fifteen minutes. Then take the right and drive for thirty more minutes. It's that simple. You will find him there, hopefully." Jaesun said, laughing.

Taehyung let out a breath that he had been holding, a small gasp leaving his lips. He felt his heart tug at his 'father's' words and gritted his teeth, walked up to him and punched him in the face.

Taehyung punched Jaesun in the face, something he had been wanting to do for as long as he could remember. He felt his head spinning around as Jaesun grunted at the blow, glaring up at him.

Taehyung pushed him backwards, shaking with rage, or hatred, or both maybe, "I hate you."

"I would call you a shitty father right now, but you don't even deserve to be called a father. You are just a crazy psychopath, that's what you are. I hate you so fucking much." Taehyung shouted and then turned around, rushing up to his room.

He slammed the door shut behind him and fell down on the bed, burying his face in the pillows, finding increasingly hard to breath, incoherent buzzing inside his brain.

Jaesun's words kept echoing in his mind.

Take left and drive for fifteen minutes. Then take the right and drive for thirty more minutes. You will find him there, hopefully.

Taehyung felt bile rise in his stomach, a bitter feeling in the back of his throat as he laid down, eyes closed, wanting to cry, wanting to break down and let everything go because-

The fucking cemetery, that's where he had told him to go.

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Jungkook fiddled with the straps of his bags, looking around the hallway worriedly. Taehyung wasn't in school yet and Jungkook was really, really freaking out.

He huffed out, pacing across some lockers quickly while tugging at the hem of his shirt. Then turned on his heels and peeked at the main gate, letting out another huff of annoyance and continued pacing across.

"Jungkook are you okay?" Jimin asked, giving him a weird look.

Jungkook nodded carelessly and turned to look at the main entrance again. Jimin shrugged and continued talking to Mark about some football championship that was being held in a month or something.

Jungkook sighed loudly, tapping his foot against the marbled floor. Taehyung wasn't here yet and Jungkook was getting more and more anxious by the second. And Jimin and Mark were annoying him.

"Can you guys, like, shut up?" He snapped at them. They looked at him weirdly, "What? We are just talking." Mark said. Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Your voice is annoying me." He mumbled.

"Seriously Jungkook, is something wrong?" Jimin asked again. Jungkook ignored him, spotting Taehyung in a distance. He had his hair messed up, hands in his pockets and head bowed low, walkign through the people idly.

"Watch it." Someone snapped as Taehyung bumped into them. He didn't reply, didn't even look back and kept walking, bumping into a few more people.

"Hey, are you blind or something?" Someone said, shoving Taehyung backwards. Taehyung looked up blankly. The guy stiffened, "Oh it's you. I'm- I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. He is sorry for bumping into you." Jungkook said quickly rushing up to him and taking his arm. The guy hurried off and Jungkook pulled Taehyung to the side of the hallway.

"What happened? Is everything okay? You don't look good." Jungkook asked and Taehyung pulled his arm away from him, "I'm fine. Nothing happened."

"Did your- did your Dad say something? Did he hit you?" Jungkook asked, looking at Taehyung. Taehyung moved away from him, "Nothing happened. I don't want to talk about it." He said.

Jungkook blinked at him, "O-okay. But please tell me he didn't hit you-"

"I said I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone." Taehyung snapped. Jungkook clicked his tongue, "I thought we established something yesterday. Why do you keep doing this? I just want to know if you are okay."

Taehyung looked at him, "No. No I am not okay." He gritted, putting his hands up into fists. "And it's all your fault. Everything is your fault." Taehyung snapped lowly.

Jungkook blinked at him, "What?"

"If you hadn't stayed with me yesterday, if you hadn't been so fucking desperate Jungkook, everything would have been fine but your needy little ass couldn't just stay away." Taehyung snickered, "Who the fuck told you to stay over at my place?"

Jungkook frowned, "I- I dropped you off at the night of the party b-but you told me to stay-"

"I was drunk." Taehyung snapped, "I didn't know what I was saying."

Jungkook looked at him, feeling small, "I'm- I'm sorry. Tell me what happened when I left." Taehyung clenched his jaw in annoyance, looking around.

"Jungkook I lost everything because of you. Every single thing that I had. If you had the decency to use your brain for once, I would be okay. I lost my parents, my house, everything. Is that not enough for you? Now, go ahead and tell me you had something to do with my brother too."

Jungkook blinked at him, "W-what? Tae, you- you always wanted to get away from your-"

"Not like this." Taehyung let out, "They were still my parents. Why the hell can you not think before doing anything. What the fuck am i going to do now?" Taehyung snapped.

Jungkook looked at him, "You-you can stay with me-"

Taehyung snickered, "No thanks. I'd rather be alone than stay with a fag like you." He spat angrily, moving away from Jungkook. Jungkook paused, eyes going wide, "O-oh."

Taehyung turned around, walking away from him but Jungkook ran after him, "Tae, wait. I know you didn't mean it. You are just upset, we can talk somewhere else if you want-" He pleaded, tugging at his bag and then-

A loud slap echoed across the hallway.

The chatter in the hall died down slowly as everyone paused to look. There were a few murmurs as people saw what happened, everyone looking a bit shocked.

Jungkook's eyes were big and glassy, mouth hanging slightly open as he slowly reached out and touched his stinging, red cheek with his fingers softly.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, feeling tears fill up in his eyes. Taehyung was frozen, looking between his bright red palm and Jungkook with wide, horrified eyes.

Jungkook looked down, a slight gasp leaving his lips as some of the tears dripped down onto his cheeks. He cupped his hand over his cheek, sniffing lightly.

"Oh my god." Mika let out as she quickly ran up to Jungkook. Jia follow her and both made their way to Jungkook, placing their hands on his back.

"Are you okay?" Jia asked softly as she rubbed Jungkook's back. Jungkook looked down at his shoes blankly. Taehyung gulped and took a step towards him, "J-Jungkook-"

It happened within a second. Mika pulled Jungkook back from him defensively, Jia placed her hand out in front of him and Taehyung felt himself being dragged backwards by his shirt and getting slammed into the locker.

"Can you not keep your mouth shut?" Jimin yelled as he shoved Taehyung into the lockers. Taehyung didn't reply. He kept staring at Jungkook.

"Did you really just call him a fag and slap him in front of everyone?" Jimin shouted, shaking Taehyung by his collar. Taehyung looked at him, bewildered, "I-"

"Shut up!" Jimin growled, slamming his palm into Taehyung's chest and making him thump against the locker, "You are fucking pathetic Kim. Just shut the fuck up."

Taehyung looked back at Jungkook, seeing Mika making him drink some water as Jia rubbed his back, saying something to him. Taehyung tried to walk up to him, "Jung-koo-"

Jimin grabbed his shirt again and pulled him back, "You better stay the fuck away from Jungkook now, do you get that? I don't want to see you anywhere near him or else I will fucking kill you." He growled before letting Taehyung go.

Taehyung saw Jimin walk up to Jungkook and say something to him. Jungkook nodded and wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. Taehyung saw as Jimin led Jungkook away from him.

He saw as Jungkook asked Jimin to stop and then turned to look at Taehyung in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook whispered, eyes glistening with tears, cheek red as he gave Taehyung one last look and then turned around walking away with Jimin. Mika looked at Taehyung, screwed her water bottle shut and walked away after them while shaking her head.

Taehyung looked at Jia.

"I can't believe you actually did that." Jia scoffed, looking ...disappointed. She looked so fucking disappointed. Taehyung shook his head helplessly, "Jia. I didn't mean to- I don't know why-"

"Jimin is right. You should stay away from Jungkook. He deserves so much better than you Taehyung, so much." Jia said softly, sighing to herself.

"No please- not you too-" Taehyung let out, stepping foward. Jia gave him a sad look, "You are pathetic, really. I- don't even talk to me. Don't come to me when Jungkook doesn't want to do anything with you because you deserve it." With that, she turned around walking away.

Taehyung leaned againat the locker and looked around. Everyone immediately turned back to doing whatever they had been doing. Taehyung let out a breath, not knowing what to do.

Really? One day? One fucking day is all he get to be with Jungkook, to be happy and then he messes things up? Couldn't he have controlled his anger? Couldn't he have let it out by talking to Jungkook? By crying?

Everyone is right maybe, his Dad, Jimin, Jia.

Maybe he really is pathetic.

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