Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK

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"Dad!" Jungkook knows his father got home. He immediately runs downstairs, greeting his tired and drenched father who's momently carrying the unconscious boy.

Jungkook grows curious about who that is. ".. who is he?" He inquires as he goes closer.

"Stay there, Jungkook. He's burning in fever, " his father said, not letting Jungkook go near the boy to assure that his son wouldn't get any communicable sickness from him. ".. maids, please help the kid. He has numerous wounds and bruises too," the maids immediately take action even curious about what happened to the kid, concluding different opinions on their minds.

Jungkook stared at him, forcing himself to remember why does he look so familiar. Taehyung is almost unrecognizable. His face is a little more swollen. His eyes even closed are puffy. Bruises are palpable and the wounds seeping blood accentuated on his flesh makes the boy look more different. Jungkook takes a little closer steps to see him. His eyes immediately widened in surprise, realizing it is Taehyung. His curvy thin upper and plump lower lips slightly fell apart, eyeing his completely indistinguishable visual.

"T-Taehyung?" He mumbles.

"Han, please take Jungkook upstairs. He has a curfew. He must be asleep now," Mr. Jeon ordered Han.

"Let's go, young master," he said, turning Jungkook around.

"Uncle Han, isn't he Taehyung?" He asks for confirmation while taking steps of the stairs. Han nods. ".. what happened? He doesn't look okay."

"I'm sorry but I have no idea as well. He looks pathetic," Jungkook never took his pitied eyes on Taehyung as he walks away and pads upstairs. His heart is breaking, seeing his friend in the condition. The scene of Taehyung lying like dead on their sofa gets out of Jungkook's sight when he turns to the way where his room is and Han closes the door, not until saying, "Goodnight, young master."

He wants to peek and see his friend, make sure he's still breathing, that he is just fine but he knows his father will restrict him and he's sure he'll be mad at him. Jungkook's father, he can tell, is as strict as law and as protective as confident attorneys. He's aware that his father's just like that because he wants to keep him safe but Jungkook doesn't want a secured place. He wants to learn how to protect himself, how to protect others. What he wants is his father, there, beside him, and not his representative.

He lies down on his full-sized bed and pulls up his duvet. Right. He must be asleep now because he has a curfew by 9 pm. But hands of the clock is passing 10 yet he just can't drift to sleep. He stayed wide awake for hours until he had decided to go out and check Taehyung. The maids certainly clothed Taehyung already. But he wonders if he's just okay sleeping on the sofa. He wants to make sure he's not cold or what. He knew Taehyung's not well by what he saw earlier.

He painstakingly closes his door and tiptoed, being cautious that somebody might hear his steps or any noise. He peeks at the metal carved railing to see Taehyung on the living room with eyes lied closed and clothed in Jungkook's newly dried clothes. But he noticed that the comforter was only covering his legs.

He carefully pads downstairs and approaches the hushed wounded kid. He fixes his comforter and immediately takes the chance to scan him. He feels sorry. He did not expect that after meeting Taehyung once, he'll meet him again, but he looks worse. He never knew that Taehyung's suffering this cruelty of life and he wonders if he can help— he's certain he'll help him if he just can. He stares at the boy for like minutes, studying his features again. Feeling empathetic.