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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The bitter wind blew through his raven hair. Arms and legs sprawled out on the cold dirt. Eyes clamped shut.
The sky was grey and the clouds were mashed together. Tiny white flakes fell down clinging to the dead grass and his pale grotesque skin.
His eyelashes were stuck with crust. He blinked a few times before sitting up. He didn't know where he was. A stranger's yard. The snow flakes fell faster causing the temperature to drop drastically.
Jungkook's head pounded and his hands shook. He zipped up his leather jacket to shield him from the snow.
When he tried to stand up that's when he realized he had no shoes on, just a pair of black socks.
He checked all his pockets searching for his phone but all he found was a dirty pipe.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He started to panic and threw the pipe onto the frosted ground. That's when he realized where he was.
Devante Avenue.(made up)
The most poverty stricken, drug ridden, dangerous place in his town.
He pulled a small thing of plastic wrap from his pocket. It held two almost sugar-cube-looking rocks.
Crack.
Jungkook's bottom lip wobbled as he tried to hold in his cries. He did fucking crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Out of all the stupid things he could have done.
He dropped the rocks next to the pipe and started trying to find his way back home. He couldn't stay here like this. He didn't want to.
After walking multiple blocks, he started limping. He could feel his feet blistering and bleeding as the snow covered tar tore holes in his socks. His heel skin cracking. At least it stopped snowing.
His fingers and nose turned bright red from the brumal weather. He grabbed the edges of his jacket sleeves, balling his hands into a fist, sliding them in to keep warm.
He sniffed the loose snot to stop it from dripping onto his chapped lips. Each blast of wind slapped against his reddening cheeks like a brutal slap. The socks were soaked. He might as well have just taken them off.
The sky darkened, the clouds shifted, and a roaring rumble shook the trees. Little dispersed drops turned to ragingly cold water showering upon Jungkook's greasy unwashed hair.
Jungkook stopped walking for a moment. His head was spinning and he just wanted to cry—to bawl his eyes out till they bled.
Jungkook started to pick up his pace trying to ignore the waterworks he was biting back. Small sobs escaped, muffled beneath the thunder and rain.
He caught glimpse of a familiar street sign and started to run, ignoring freezing and bleeding limbs. His house. He held onto his knees and breathed heavily. His chest felt compressed from on the running and partly from his activities last night. The cold rain pouring down on his weakened body like small hammers. Each drop felt heavier and heavier.
