Jungkook finds himself leaning against the surface of Taehyungs family door to the house. The quiet air in the neighborhood hitting the cold wind as he tried not to look up, his eyes fixated at the sidewalk as the memories didn't stop crippling in
Taehyungs parents weren't home. But even so, he couldn't - didn't dare to leave. Not when the scar on Taehyung skin still lingered in his mind.
And he didn't know - what to do. And if it weren't the boy's parents he would have probably gotten this over with. But he knew well he couldn't lay a hand on a woman. Say the least, Taehyung's mother.
And it was eating him alive, his fists digging into his skin to keep himself from doing anything when he saw the blonde's familiar mother walking up to her house.
And her feet froze to the spot, upon her eyes when she met Jungkooks dark one's. Body against the only entrance to her sweet home
"Jungkook?-"
He despised his mother.
Taehyung's mother's expression had changed drastically, eyes shining in demand of the excitement you should have to see your son's childhood friend - closest friend. Only that it turned into the tremendous effort of clasping into the unwanted thought of seeing the boy before her again
Jungkook had known that expression to well.
"What are you doing her-"
"Do you remember what you told me. One year ago. Or should I remind you?"
It's a simple question, one with a whole lot of baggage and consequences, a question she should say yes to. But his voice, and his tone of pure venom of not having the patience to hear her answer, killed her to even say a word
And she watched as he moved forward, his darkened eyes piercing into her to sweet one's of pretend.
"You told me that you or that shit father of his would never hurt Taehyung in any fucking way if I stopped hanging around him"
She took a step back, the heaved bag between her silked fingers slowly drapling themselves to not slip further. As she gulped, realizing. Thinking. Before she dared to meet his deathening gaze again.
Knowing well what he so wished he could do right now. The same way they did to Taehyung
"I couldn't do anything, it was his fathe-"
"I don't care who the fuck it was. And you should be damned lucky that you're a women, but I swear to god,"
Jungkook grapes a step towards, his knuckles clenched under the digging of his fists, face hardening under the suffocating air as he didn't let her off anywhere with his alarming gaze standing tall over her.
"If you ever so in touch one hair of his again I won't give a single shit"
Jungkook lowered out, his words almost coming out to - as a threat to Taehyungs mother's ears. And he couldn't stand looking at her any more seconds than he needed to.
A crease traides into his brows before he walked past her, leaving the place before he wouldn't be able to listen to his own words any further. Think about what he was doing and who was standing before him.
Because all he could think of was Taehyung, and the single thought of the things they had done to him without his own knowing made his knuckles whiten in the edge of his pockets
His mother was the reason of it all. And he couldn't keep his endless anger in his veins, knowing all the fucking things he lost didn't go to any vain
His longed knuckled grasping into the surface of a wall.
And the only single thought of Taehyung made him stop, a click of his tongue as he leaned his head against his bleeding hand.
And he finds himself not feeling the pain of the dripped blood on his knuckles. It pained him more of what he couldn't do to not let anyone touch Taehyung
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CIGS & TATTS | KOOKV
Fanfiction[JJK x KTH] Taehyung and Jungkook used to be best friends since their childhood. But one day when they grew older Jungkook started to turn into the popular kids, started to become one of the cool kids, and turned to those cigarettes and tattoos. But...
