34| pain of a 14-years-old

jimin and jungkook arrived at jin and namjoon's dorm, where everyone was gathered. "we packed your things too." jin said.

both males smiled and thanked them.

"we have three cars, but we probably just need two, right?" namjoon said and the boys nodded. "three in each car?"

"yes."

yoongi looked at jungkook worriedly and swung his arm around the male's shoulder. "hey, i'm sorry that i left taehyung alone."

jungkook shook his head, smiling. "don't blame yourself, i'm sorry for shouting at you."

"so we're ready?" hoseok and jungkook took a deep breath. "seems so."

"wife? what do you mean?" taehyung asked confused.

"well, kid, i need money. and i suddenly remembered, i have a son. so why not marry him off to a wealthier family, so that i can live in peace? then i searched for someone and showed them photos of jungkook. finny hoe easily they agreed to marry their daughter off to him." the man supported his words with annoying hand moves, which let taehyung feel like throwing up.

taehyung looked at the man with a mixture of disgust, confusion and disbelief. "you're disgusting."

the man scoffed. "i'm not the one who fucks with a boy."

taehyung glared at him. "i love jungkook and we can do whatever we want!"

the man got closer. "you say that... but is that true? the last time i remember you're being held in this room and jungkook's getting married against his will-

"he won't fucking marry her!"

the man let a low growl out. he took taehyung's phone from his pocket and opened the camera. "c'mon taehyungie, say cheese." the man kicked against taehyung's leg, making the boy fall onto his knees. taehyung glared at him. "what do you-"

a kick on the stomach cut him off though and he let a shallow breath out, falling to the ground in pain. "y-you fucking asshole!"

the man chuckled, holding the camera closer to taehyung's face. "oh jungkookie, if i were you i would hurry up. taehyung do you have anything to say?" the man smirked.

taehyung reached his arm out to grab the phone, but earned another kick agaisnt his stomach. "nah ah, i changed my mind."

he ended the video and quickly sent it to jungkook, smiling pleased at the on the floor cowering boy.

he just went out and closed the door and taehyung could finally let tears out that have been starting to form earlier. is this how jungkook had to live?

soft cries left his lips, imagining how hard life had been for his boyfriend, who only was a kid at that time. taehyung could imagine what jungkook had gone through, but he never got to experience it himself.

and what he got was only one bite of what jungkook had been living through and this thoughts makes taehyung so sad. how can someone treat his own son like this... how can someone treat a person as lovely as jungkook like that?

taehyung bites the sobs back and a small smile formed on his lips. jungkook is so strong.

the pain slowly eased and taehyung got up again, walking back to the closet, where he pulled that box out. "this was jungkook's room, right?" he asked himself.

he took the box and sat on the bed and studied the insides. it were letters, written by a kid in pain, that had no one but himself to talk to.

a soft smile formed on taehyung's lips when he looked at the back of the envelopes, that said: sender: jeon jungkook, receiver: mommy.

there were a lot of those envelopes. too many.

taehyung was thinking about not opening them, since he can't invade jungkook's privacy, but then again, he wanted to know how 14 years old jungkook saw the world.

he pulled a letter out.

1th september 2016

hello mommy,
today's my birthday. i am 14 now! i thought appa would buy me a present, but i just had to cook. it's fine, he doesn't need to buy me a present. i don't want it.
i wish you were here, you always bought me the best presents and baked the best cakes. i miss your apple pie.
i didn't know that appa would change so much. he beat me again yesterday, i have a few wounds, but it doesn't hurt, so don't worry. i'm glad you don't have to live with him anymore.
i love you

your jungkookie

18th february 2016

mom, i can't do it anymore. it hurts, i can barely move my leg. the only thing i can do is writing you and hoping it will be over.
maybe i should run away? but he would catch me... i'm scared.
mommy if i ever got to meet you again, please promise me that we'll be happy together. without appa. i don't like him.
please be safe wherever you are.
i love you

bye, jungkook

9th march 2016

hello mommy,
i've got an a in my maths test! i was so happy when i received it, but everyone laughed at me.
am i that ugly? they keep saying that all the time. i look like an alien, right? the blue and purple spots on my body let them think that right?
why must i be so ugly? can't i be handsome, like eunwoo? everyone likes him.
you always said i am pretty, thank you. you were the only one.
i love you

jungkook

taehyung had read a lot, glistening tears rolling down his red cheeks. "oh bun.."

"i'll make sure you'll never be this hurt again." he mumbled to himself. reading that jungkook had experienced such cruel things only breaks his heart even more and strengthens the wrath he feels towards that disgusting man.

taehyung balled his fists in anger.

jungkook sat in the car together with jimin and hoseok, who was driving, when he received a message from taehyung's phone. his blood run cold when he saw it's a video.

"h-he sent a video." he stuttered and hoseok and jimin immediately put their attention on the ravenette's phone screen, hoseok multitasking by also paying attention to the street at the same time.

jungkook clicked on play and what he saw made him feel like someone is tying his lungs together.

there he is, his baby, the love of his life. the boy who never judged jungkook, only showed him how much he means to him. the boy who made jungkook fall in love through simply talking over a phone. the boy who never failed to cheer him up, to make him feel special. taehyung, the boy jungkook loves more than he loves anyone and anything else- but right in front of his eyes, in this phone screen, seeing him breaks his heart.

"t-tae.." he whispered, an uncomfortable feeling brightening inside of him. he suddenly felt so weak, seeing taehyung in pain, helpless and then the fact his own father is the cause.

jimin snatched the phone from jungkook's hand when he saw the younger's eyes were filling with tears. jungkook reached over to get it back, but hoseok slapped his hands away.

"listen kook, you need to stay strong kay? taehyung doesn't want you to cry!" jimin snapped. jungkook ripped the phone away from jimin and clutched it in his hand, taking a deep breath.

everything's gonna be fine.
you'll save taehyung
you'll get to hold him again

"i... i am scared." jungkook admitted and jimin and hoseok looked at him with sad eyes. "it's okay, kook. we're all scared for taehyung- but it'll be fine." hoseok tried to reassure.

jeongguk nodded and thanked them both. "we're almost there, can you maybe figure out where taehyung is in the video?" jimin asked, jeongguk nodded, watching the video again, trying to hold tears back, while trying to look past taehyung.

he recognized the place almost immediately. "m-my old room." he whispered.

they soon arrived at jimin's old house. his parents were really sweet, greeting the boys with warm hugs and smiles.

jungkook didn't stay though, took namjoon's car and drove towards his old home.

he stopped the car in front of the house, gulping when remembering what had occurred between this walls.

with a heavy heart and trembling hands he walks to the door, ringing and then waiting for someone to open the door.

he felt anger rise up, when he met his father in front of him. if it weren't for taehyung, he'd already punched the hell outta him. yet there was also something else that kept stopping him from hitting the man.

"jungkook, my son you're finally here. let me introduce you to yuna and her parents, mr and mrs shin."