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"Tae c'mon get up."

"Taehyung."

"Baby wake up please."

Jungkook sighed for the umpteenth time. They have reached taehyung's house and the boy was just sleeping during the whole ride and still wasn't opening his eyes. Jungkook had been trying to wake up him but all in vain as the boy would just whine and pout and then again sleep.

As he was still trying to shake him, he noticed a man getting out of his house with a lady who was probably seeing him off. Then the man sat in a car and drove away.

'Maybe it was his father and that woman is his step mother.'

Jungkook mumbled to himself. It was already 5:30pm. Jungkook raked a hand through his hair. He was leaning towards tae's seat. He glanced again at Tae and sighed. He caressed his cheeks and then leaned back in his seat.

Suddenly he got a call. He immediately picked it up.

'Hey hyung.'

'Hola. Where are you Jungkook?'

'Oh um... hyung I'm on my way to my penthouse.'

He lied as he knew he was the one who asked suga hyung to meet him and still hadn't reached there.

'Don't go there. Meet me at my place.'

'Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes.'

'Good.'

Jungkook nodded and cut the line. He looked at his side and noticed Taehyung cutely sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

He smiled.

"Finally you woke up. Seriously I was going to pick up you and drop you at your house."

"What! Jungkook don't you ever do that, my mom is gonna kill me if she saw me with you."

Jungkook frowned.

"She's no one to say anything."

"She's my -"

"C'mon Tae just by calling her that it won't change the reality and her attitude towards you."

Taehyung stayed quiet for a few minutes before reaching for his bag pack at the back seat and after giving jungkook a warm hug which the other returned by showing his bunny smile, he left the car.

Currently he was standing at the front door, he knew what was coming for him. Taking a deep breath he nervously opened the door and walked inside.

He looked around and didn't find anyone taking it as a clue to rush towards his room. Just as he climbed the first stair, a harsh voice stopped him.

He turned around and looked at the owner of the voice. There she was standing with her arms crossed.

"Where were you!!?"

She yelled making him flinch.

"I-i was with a friend."

He lied. She grasped his hand dragging him to the kitchen.

"M-mom what are you-"

He was cut off when his mother poured burning hot water on his hand. He shrieked in pain.

"Your father fought with me today just because of you! why won't just leave and let us live happily!?"

She pushed him down and left the kitchen yelling.

Taehyung dropped to his knees and was shaking terribly. His hand was hurting because of the burning pain and tears were streaming down his face. With shaking body and trembling hands he reached for the first aid kit and took out an ointment. Still wincing in pain he walked towards his room.

it was just another hysterical episodes of her.

He was still crying but now silently. He slowly applied the ointment on his hand. He cried more realising that the burnt hand is the right hand. How was he supposed to copy notes and write assignments for the upcoming exams.

He sniffled. For the first time in his life he wants to yell about how much he hates her.

"Kookie is right. She doesn't deserve to be respected at all."

He wiped his tears. He sometimes felt angry not at Nara but at his step mother. When she won't say anything to Nara even if she comes back home after 11:00pm or at midnight. But just because he came two hours late he got punishment.

It's cruel.

He went to bathroom and changed into his sleepwear. He decided to just sleep rather than crying. Taehyung got up and turned off the lights after locking his bedroom door and got in the covers.

And closed his eyes. Only closing his eyes prevented him to see the true colours of this world.

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"What you want to drink?"

"Hyung... just water is fine."

"You came late Jeon."

"Ah...my car ran out of gas."

Yoongi chuckled.

"I'll start believing these excuses when I'll run out of brain cells."

Jungkook laughed. Yoongi took a seat next to him.

"Hyung.... I think I'm ready now."

"Hm, that's great. Me and Namjoon are already working on it. We'll increase our pace now."

"That's good. I'll get that file too."

"Just be careful jeon. That maniac can hurt you."

"He won't."

Jungkook smiled and clenched his teeth.

'He don't know me yet.'

"Other than that how's it going between you and Taehyung."

"I'm lucky to have him hyung. He's a literal angel. Although his parents are pissing me off but he says it's nothing big."

"let him handle that on his own unless he asks you for any help. And don't let your relationship be official or public yet."

"Uh... It's just you all who know about me and Tae. Don't worry I won't disclose it in front of others."

"Good. You are taking a lot of stress lately. Let's have some fun tomorrow."

Yoongi spoke leaning back on the couch.

"Who can say no to you."

Jungkook chuckled.

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On the other Taehyung was again having nightmares. He was soaked in sweat. Tossing around but wasn't able to open his eyes.

"How could you!!? You jerk!."

His mom yelled. Seven years old Taehyung was peeking through the small gap of his room's door. The little boy was woken up by the loud yells and arguments of his father.

"You have a wife and a child still whoring around with other women!!?"

"Look it's-"

"Shut up you bastard. That freaking women is your mistress?!! She has a daughter with you! How long you thought you could hide it from me!!!"

"Get the hell out of this house if you got any problem."

His mother scoffed.

"Well don't worry I also don't want to live with a liar and a cheater."

"Shut up before I-"

The man raised his hand but stopped himself.

"You think the truth is too bitter right? I feel disgusted by you."

The woman spat and walked towards her room after pushing him aside.

"No mommy don't go."

Taehyung sniffled but his father heard him and immediately locked his room. He constantly yelled and banged at the door but nobody opened it.

"Mommy-"

He got up with a jerk. Sweat pouring down his face and eyes brimming with tears. He realised that it was just a dream and she won't come back ever.

Wiping away his tears he again covered himself with the blanket. And silently cried the rest of the night. As usual.

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