TATTOOS AND PILLOWS | TAEKOOK [COMPLETED]✓

✾Pain✾

Pain

the highly unpleasant physical sensation caused by illness or injury.

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Ugh!"

Jungkook slumped into the small bean bag that was placed in the dusty production room. It was a small one-room apartment with minimal equipment used to produce decent quality music.

And it was owned by a blonde-haired male who was about three to four years older than Jungkook. He turned his chair to face Jungkook who was sulking consistently.

"What is it Jungkook?" He asked in a bored tone. His eyes were still drooping due to lack of sleep for the past three days.

"That boy wasn't there!" The ravenette said while crossing his arms and gritting his teeth in his mouth.

"Who wasn't there?" Yoongi asked rubbing his temples trying to stop the throbbing headache which he got from wearing the headset all day.

"The waiter!" Jungkook spat out.

Yoongi simply nodded shutting his eyes tight and trying to hold up the pain. But, instead, it kept increasing as Jungkook kept complaining about how he met a guy in a club and wished to see him again. But, the boy wasn't there no matter how many times he visited.

No address.

No phone.

No! nothing.

Yoongi couldn't feel his head anymore. He tried to slowly get up from his chair to hold onto something until he could reach the drawer.

But, failed miserably and fell over the floor with a loud 'thud' sound. Jungkook's eyes widened when he heard the sound and instantly dropped down to pick the elder up to his lap.

Jungkook was always surrounded by people that were known by his dad. Not giving him, an inch to breathe.

But, yoongi was different. He first met him in front of his dad's company protesting how they stole his work and labelled it as their original work.

It was the first time Jungkook noticed him. He was intrigued by the elder who was nothing compared to his dad but yet had the guts to stand in front of him and fight for his rights.

It was the day, Jungkook truly felt ashamed for something his dad had done. And that even his dad isn't the most perfect creature on this earth.

It took him months to approach the elder who always shut the door for him. But, one fine day, he finally accepted the boy.

Not out of pity.

But, because yoongi saw something in those golden brown orbs that reminded him of his past self.

Jungkook may be the cold stone-hearted person for the world. But, he was soft for this man. He genuinely cared for this man without anyone's intervention.

Always stayed by him.

Not caring about his life, his income or his status in society. Just stuck by him for some odd reason. And that reason wasn't love my friend. It was the first brotherly comfort he ever felt in his life.

"Hyung! Wake up. Where are your meds?"

Jungkook tapped on the latter's cheeks to wake him up. Yoongi slowly lifted his hand and pointed towards the drawer.

Jungkook didn't waste any more time and rushed towards the cupboard with the drawers and pulled out the medicine box and lifted yoongi a bit before placing the tablet in his mouth and offering him a glass of water to gulp it down.

A couple of minutes passed with Jungkook staring blankly at the elder and the latter's gaze fixed at the floor.

"You are fucking insane yoongi!" Jungkook shouted with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Jungkook! Honorifics" Yoongi reminded.

"Fuck the honorifics! How can you be so careless? Do you have any idea what would have happened if I wasn't here?" Jungkook's breathing paced up.

"I was caught up in work, Jungkook and the deadline is close. I needed to finish it as quickly as possible. I just happened to forget. Stop overreacting!" Yoongi spoke softly wincing now and then.

"Overreacting my ass! I don't care. You are moving out of this place. I am going to buy you the entire production centre. Now get the fuck up!" The ravenette eyes were burning in flames.

"With what! Jungkook? Your dad's money? You know very well how much I loathe that man. You still wanna do that?" Yoongi spoke up with a sad feeble smile.

"I-" Jungkook choked a sob. He couldn't take all of this. He wanted to fire back. But, the boy just couldn't speak something bad about his dad.

He was trained not to.

So, he wiped his tears before rushing out of the house without stopping for the elder's calls.