"Jae- honey, wake up." The nurse gently tapped on the boy's limp arm. Taehyung watched with wide, observant eyes. He sighed out; content as Jae flickered his delicate eyes open, the color, absorbing every color except a warm, brown color. Taehyung seemed mesmerized by how lively they looked. The sun beat on them through the window, causing them to be a much lighter shade than usual, like an illusion.

Taehyung reached out a hand to touch him, but the nurse slapped his hand away. Taehyung quickly retracted it down to his side, the sting on his skin felt so familiar, like he was recalling something from such a long time ago.

"You ungrateful freak!" Taehyung's mother yelled with a burning passion. She hit him again. It wasn't the first time Taehyung's mother did this, sometimes he got so frustrating that his mother seemed to snap from her patience.

Taehyung coward in fear, covering his red face with his bleeding hands. He sobbed into his palms, curling them into his face, creating scratches. He raked them down his face in hate of himself, of his whole being.

"Do you think I want to be a freak?! It's the only way to escape from the hell I have to go through, the shit I get from you!" Tip Taehyung learmed that day, don't ever talk back.

Slap.

Taehyung let out another angered sob, his eyes shutting tight as he felt a kick to his side. He curled up in terrible pain, but he earned a surge of confidence. Just, hit back.

So, he did.

Taehyung looked at his retracted hand, the red tint already appearing to his skin. He felt an onrush of fear crawl into his body, into his nerves. He gasped and threw a hand over his mouth. He backed away from the nurse, away from Jungkook, away from Kookie, who he had just dropped onto the cold tile. He started a simple shaking motion, something that always calmed him down, but he became uneasy, letting out an embarrassing sob.

This caught Jungkook's attention, so he turned around slowly, seeing the red-eyed boy, his eyes widened.

"Tae- are you okay?" He walked over to the boy, but before he could say anything, Taehyung lunged at him and invited him into a tight embrace. His fingers curled into Jungkook's hoodie, sobs muffled by a stiff frame. The fabric already becoming wet with tears.

"Taehyung? Taehyung, why are you crying?" He asked the little, returning the hug, but not so tight.

"S-she sl-lapped me!" He practically yelled out due to his incoherent sobbing that turned into messy hiccups, a bit of drool and snot involved in the mix, not going into too much detail with that.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve, the outfit he did not suit anymore from his actions, was still clinging to his body, but now he used it as a tissue.

"Who slapped you?" Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow.

Taehyung pouted, his bottom lip jutting out as his long finger pointed to the nurse who looked like she did nothing wrong.

"It was just a warning hit. If he touched or messed with Jae, he could have messed up his IVs or unplugged something, I don't know. He was not being careful." The nurse explained, "It was a light tap, nothing more. I never intended to hurt the boy."

Jungkook nodded slowly, but only a few words that Taehyung said made his blood boil.

"I-it didn't hurt.. Its just, my m-momma used to hit me l-like that, used to yell at me for everything I did, u-used to kick me and hurt me. I was j-just scared, is all."

Jungkook widened his eyes, turning to the nurse, his eyes piercing into hers.

"You better apologize right fucking now."