Hello, darling. //vkook/taekook//

Chapter Six:~

"Mother?" I yelled, hoping that she will hear me from downstairs.

Though when I didn't get an answer and just heard more noises I decided to get out of the bed and check on her. When I went downstairs what I saw shocked me. My mother was drunk, making out on the couch with some fancy looking guy.

"What the fuck is this!"

They didn't even take a notice that I was standing right in front of them. I was disgusted, soon enough the posh guy actually noticed me, so he took the vase who was on the table near by and threw it at me. It hit my arm, but the couple didn't even care. They continued doing what they were doing, but this time they took it to another level. I decided to leave the house, I couldn't take it anymore.

I closed the door and ran to the street. It was already past midnight, I was standing in the street bare feet, with pajamas and a bleeding arm. There was only one person I could turn to for help.

"Hello, Taehyung?" I felt tears running down my cheeks.

"Huh? Jungkook?" Taehyung's sleepy voice could be heard from the phone, it was calming. "Are you crying? What happened?"

"Listen.. Can I see you?" I started to feel dizzy, I guess because of the blood loss from my arm. The vase did cut deep.

"What! Where are you? I'll pick you up, stay where you are!" Taehyung quickly got out of the bed and got his car's keys, I could hear him open his car door.

"So there's someone who's worried.."

"Of course, Jungkook! Where are you?"

When I told him where I was, I felt my legs get weak, so I dropped on my knees, but Taehyung was already around the corner, driving at high speed.

"Jungkook!" He yelled and helped me get up. "What the fuck is going on? What's with your arm!"

"Heh, my mother was banging a guy and he didn't like that I saw them two doing it so he threw a vase at me."

I bursted into tears, but Taehyung was there for me. He carried me to his car while I was crying into his shirt. When we both got into the car, I calmed down a bit.

Soon enough we were at his house and he was treating my injury.

"I was so worried." Taehyung sighed.

In response I quietly mumbled a thank you.

"You're the only one who cares about me." I hugged him tightly, even though my arm was still hurting.

"Of course I would, I'm your teacher."

Teacher, huh? That's why?

"Jungkook?" He felt me unwrap my arms from him and drop down on the couch.

"So you only care about me because you're my teacher, is that it?" I could feel my tears run down once again, but I managed to talk with a normal tone. "Is there nothing more?"

"What do you want me to say, Jungkook?" Taehyung sat down near me looking at the ceiling.

"I want you to say that you are worried about me not because you're my teacher, but because you actually care about me."

"I do. I care about you a lot." He took my cheek in his hand and turned my head to his side. He leaned in and pecked my forehead. "I really do, Jungkook."