Jungkook followed Taehyung home, now that his father was temporarily out of the picture.

"That bastard."

Jungkook watched as Taehyung made his way home, hands in pockets and head lowered.

The boy had wrapped a scarf tightly around his neck, he snuggled into the scarf cutely.

He sighed watching the boy he liked, look so down and alone.

Jungkook wanted to protect Taehyung from everyone.

From himself.

Taehyung made Jungkook feel things he never knew he was capable of feeling.

Likeness towards a male.

Jungkook's family was extremely homophobic, so he did the only thing he knew how to do to.

Tear Taehyung apart, to make himself feel better.

Although it just made him feel worse because Taehyung never deserved any of it.

"What the fuck am I doing."

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Taehyung walked home, the cool breeze flowing through his hair as he sighed snuggling into his scarf.

Taehyung somehow felt at peace, he felt as though someone was watching over him.

Protecting him.

Taehyung stood at the front of his house, sighing as he walked into it.

His mother was slouched on the couch, a tired look on her face, her exterior was expensive, her hair was newly dyed her heels were still six inch.

Taehyung gasped slightly he hadn't seen his mother for a solid month.

"Taehyung."

Taehyung inhaled sharply, his breath hitched and his palms became sweaty as he stared at his mother.

"What."

"Help me out, would you?"

Taehyung wanted to cry, for a moment he had thought his mother had come back for him, but it was always for the money.

Of course, it was for money, the woman couldn't live without her drugs or designer bags.

Taehyung reached for his wallet, pulling out a few worthy dollars as he chucked them at his mother. It was all worthless to him anyway, paper.

He glared at her, venom spiked within his gaze.

"Now please get out of the house, you've got what you wanted."

Taehyung felt his eyes sting sharply as he trudged up the stairs, blinking back the tears.

Why did he bother?

He entered his room, throwing his backpack on the floor he jumped onto his bed.

Taehyung sighed softly, he sat up his back against the wall as he cuddled his knees to his chest.

He wanted to love, to be loved, cherished.

That's all Taehyung wanted.