jungkook has a hard time dealing with his past...then he meets taehyung....but you know, a mere boy won't fix all his problems, right?
Taehyung finds out his boyfriend's true colors in the worst way possible, but he just wants to love.....maybe that...
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"Richard! I told you I didn't mean to! I-I was not in my right mind! Please!" my mom cried out.
"No, this is the last time! I'm fucking tired of this! I'm tried of you! I'm tired of yelling! I'm tired of coming home to you high out of your mind! I'm tired of your 'accidental' hook ups! I sick of you!"
"No! No I love you! I'm really sorry. Please give me another chance! Baby no!"
"You know, I used to love you. I loved you so much I didn't have any second thoughts when you wanted to go out every Saturday till 7am. When your neck was littered with someone else's lips. When the dried blood under your nose stuck to our white sheets. When I found my anxiety medication bottle lighter than usual every week. When your bloodshot eyes rolled to the back of your head as you sipped on our whiskey. I loved you so goddamn much. I wanted to keep loving you, I really did. But you are breaking my heart. I can't bare to see you like this anymore. I'm leaving you for good." My father said zipping his suitcases. My mom grabbed at his arm and tried to drag him back to their room. "Get off me!" He yelled.
"I can't let you do this! Please stop! I love you! Don't leave me." My mom cried harder. Her legs were shaking and her face was beet red.
"If you loved me you would have tried to get help the first time you woke up in that hospital!"
"Honey I'll stop, I swear! I-I need another chance."
"No get the fuck off of me!" He used his other hand to grab mom by her hair and threw her onto the ground. She screamed in pain and held her stomach. She sobbed loud. I could feel her pain. Her agony.
My dad made his way towards me slowly with a sad smile. "Appa?" I asked.
"Jungkook, my son."
"Ar-are you really leaving appa?" I could feel a throbbing in my throat as I tried not to cry, but that was hard to do as an 8 year old.
"I have to." He said stroking my now tear drenched cheek.
"Why? Why, appa? Why? I love you! Please don't leave. P-Please appa!" I yelled with a strained voice. His thumb stroked my cheek and pulled me into a tight hug.
"I will never forget you. I love you." He said pulling away from the hug.
He took another look at mom who was still laying on the floor sobbing. He walked down the stairs. I just stood there. The tears couldn't stop falling down onto the floor. My eyes burned. The door slamming felt like a sledgehammer slamming down hard on my heart. I felt crushed.
I walked over to mom and laid beside her. I moved her long dark hair out of her face and touched her cheek. I snuggled into her side, she wrapped her arms around me, and we cried together.
"MOM! Where the hell did my wallet go? It was sitting on the counter last night!" I yelled.
