Black Heart

9

Jungkook woke up breathing hard. He sat up as he chest rose and fell. He gripped his chain tightly as he looked around. He covered his eyes with his hand as his eyes shook rapidly. The images of his mother's bloody body being taken away still haunts him. Doesn't matter how many bodies he sees. None of them will ever affect him like seeing his mother's did. Sure Hera did her best to hide her son's eyes from the horrible sight, but he still saw. He still saw his mother covered in blood as her hand hung limp onto the side of the gurney.

Jungkook grabbed his phone from his bedside table. The luckily dimmed screen showed him that it was 4am. He sighed before getting out of bed and leaving his room. The house is usually completely silent at this time. The only time it wasn't was when Prince was a newborn.

So, imagine Jungkook's shock when he heard the clattering of dishes and the brewing of coffee.

He walked downstairs to see Jimin washing dishes as he was brewing coffee.

"What are you doing awake?" Jungkook's groggy voice echoes throughout the kitchen.

Jimin turns around and shrugs. "A lot's on my mind."

"Oh really?" Jungkook asks as he leans against the counter facing Jimin as he washed dishes.

"Yeah. You?"

"Bad dream."

Jimin gasps mockingly. "Big bad mafia boss has bad dreams?"

Jungkook chuckled before looking down.

"Sue me for being a normal human being when I sleep."

Jimin laughed as he finished rinsing and drying the last dish.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks as he turns around and leans against the sink

Jungkook shrugs.

"I don't like talking about this kind of stuff. You can talk about what's been bothering you."

"That's no fair. I get to talk about my problems but you don't get to talk about yours?"

"Fine. I'll go after you."

The coffee finished and Jimin poured both him and Jungkook a cup.

"My omega dad wants me to come back home for Christmas."

"Fun." Jungkook smiles.

"I hate my alpha father."

"Not fun." Jungkook's smile drops as he looks up.

Jimin chortled.

"My dad did something and said something years ago, he's yet to see he was wrong about. I haven't talked to him in like five years. Soon to be six."

Jungkook lowered his cup and he downed the coffee in his mouth.

"What the fuck?" He laughed. "Six years? Fuck, I wish I still had parents to bicker with." Jungkook says without thinking.

He looked up quickly to a wide eyed Jimin.

"Fuck, that was dark. I'm so sorry." Jungkook smacked his forehead.

"I don't think I should laugh at that but I want to." Jimin held back a throaty laugh that was trying to explode through his mouth.

Jungkook leans back.

"It's just, my dad did something really bad that I oh so really don't wanna get into. But it's killing my omega father to see us so far apart."

As Jimin was about to speak again his phone lit up saying he got a new message.