"I always knew the death
of this relation would be the
death of my life."
— M. Ali

Jungkook POV

My head was stuffy and my stomach was full. Hobi brought me to the cafe this morning and bought me all the raspberry ice teas I wanted, the one in my hand was already half empty.

I remember showing him some books I liked and he nodded along to everything I spewed. He told me about the studio and how Jimin told the instructors I had been out sick but would be back soon. Thankfully I wasn't going to lose my job.

It was already dark when Hobi dropped me back off at my apartment. "Are you sure you don't want me to wait until Yoongi gets back?" he asked standing at my door.

I quickly shook my head and took a sip of the tea in my hands. "No, I'll text him and just take a shower while I wait."

He smiled and nodded an okay before saying goodbye and leaving back towards his car.

My heart was pumping and my hands were shaking. Tonight was the night, the only chance I'd have to free myself without Yoongi breathing down my neck and monitoring my every movements.

I ran into my closest and dug for my sweatpants in the bottom of the bin. The little lump in the pocket made me feel better and I pulled out the small amount of contents that I had left.

I stared at the little baggies and felt the hesitation in my mind. Part of me felt like putting it back, I might need it later. But the other part won, he won me over.

My backpack was on my shoulder with the weight of debt and drugs seemingly making ever step harder as I made my way down the sidewalk and to the tracks again. It was a quick deal but I got the cash I needed and was walking fast down to the alley.

I barely ran, but I was quickly out of breath and sweat was dripping down to the small of my back. This was a bad idea, everything about this screamed at me to turn around and go back home and pretend to be asleep so Yoongi wouldn't scold me in the morning.

Soon the smoke was pouring out the door and I saw the familiar scene of empty bottle and barely dressed girls on the couches. I didn't want to see him, or hear his voice, but it was like he knew. I looked up and his eyes were already staring at mine with that same smirk, "Jungkook." Jae drawled out.

Whoever was around his arm left as he pushed them away to walk over to me. The grip I had on my backpack tightened and I stood frozen in my spot. I screamed in my head to move or do anything besides standing like a statue.

Jae was infront of me soon after, his fingertips ghosting down my chest and loosely slipping around the strap of my backpack. I yanked my shoulder back and held his gaze steadily.

The twitch of a muscle in his jaw was seen and I wanted nothing more than the floor to open up and make me disappear. But any sign of weakness and I'd be dead. With any kind of send Jae should tell how best down I already looked, the pale skin and dark bags under my eyes were evident enough. "I'm just here to deliver." I said, walking past him.

I could feel my blood pounding in my ears as I opened the door to the back office and dropped the bag of cash on the table. It was suppose to be a speedy exit, leave the money and never come back here. But Jae had other plans.

"Hey what's wrong?" his hands touched my waist from behind me and I couldn't help but flinch. I wasn't doing this again.

"Don't touch me, Jae." I shook him off and put my backpack on again, "I'm out."

His jaw clenched again I ignored the heaving of his chest as I walked past and stumbled my way out to the alley. I still couldn't feel like so could breath properly after all that smoke clouded my head and adrenaline flooded my veins.

"Where are you leaving in such a hurry?" it was a strangers voice, and another unfamiliar chuckle rang out in the night. It was dark but they were dressed in all black and the smell of alcohol wafted off them in waves.

It was best to keep your mouth shut, so that's what I did. I shifted my the straps on my shoulders and brushed past them.

It was the hand on my shoulder that struck a cord in my mind and my hands clenched into fists. If I wasn't so weak after barely eating and sleeping I may have been able to punch the guy, and not have been shoved against the wall hard enough to make my teeth clatter. I winced in pain bit glared at the two guys and their sneers, "Get the fuck off me." I spit.

"The fuck you just say?" the other one shot back with an equally amount of bad breath in my face.

I should have shut up earlier, because whatever smart ass remark that left my mouth next was replied with a swift punch to my cheekbone. The pain erupted in my eye socket and a headache exploded in my temples. There was an attempt to fight back, my weak throws met with a shove back against the wall and a hand around my throat.

He walked out from the door and into the alley, arms around his chest as he glanced in my direction. Jae just stood there before walking back inside and leaving me to feel the blood drip down my lips.

It could have been a few minutes or even hours later when I suddenly realized I was left alone. My cheek was pressed against the cold cement and I couldn't tell if it was tears or blood in my eyes and cheeks.

Everything hurt when I pushed myself off the ground, one hand on the wall to steady myself while the other hugged my stomach.

I dragged myself down the alley and managed to make my way down the sidewalk and back towards the city. I knew where I wanted to go, and I knew he would be disappointed in me.

But I kept walking, and I managed to make it up the stairs. Taking my phone out of my pocket hurt a lot more than I expected, my raw knuckles scraping against the texture of my jeans made me wince in pain.

"Taehyung?" I croaked out once he surprisingly answered my call. I was already staring at his door so I'm not sure what my plan was if he didn't answer.

There was a pause and I think I held my breath the entire time until he spoke, "Jungkook what's wrong? Where are you?"

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, a small smile spreading on my face. It was so nice to hear his deep voice again. I wanted to speak but only a dry cough came out, resulting in another wince of pain. "Unlock your door please."

I knew it was nice to hear his voice again, but I don't think anything was better than seeing his face once he yanked open that door.

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one more step to happy taekook!!
hit that little star pls