The Priest's Son

Apologies

Jin pov

After Jungkook left, we saw how anxious Tae was, the innocent loving boy leaving only a few seconds later. It was easy to see how important Jungkook was becoming for him, the way he looked out for him, cared for him, made him smile, and gave him memories to remember and cherish closely. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner before the left, Joonie was in the shower and the others were watching a movie in the back room.

It was maybe an hour later that the two returned through the door, they had puffy eyes and happy smiles adorning their lips. Jungkook's hand lying loosely around Taehyung's waist. I was glad that they were back and safe, and seeing how they are now I know that they spent some much needed time together.

They looked up, seeing all of us at the table, I had kept the food in the oven so that we could all eat together. Noticing the stares, Taehyung shyly looked down, walking out of Jungkook's close embrace, the raven head slightly upset and disorientated. They both took little breaths as they walked to the table and sat down. "S-sorry we are late, j-just wanted to chat near the park," Taehyung whimpered out quickly, his eyes blown wide.

"It's okay Tae, you guys aren't in trouble," Yoongi said calmly. I stood up to get the food out of the oven, a nice roast dinner now resting along the table. As we all began digging in, the atmosphere was slightly tense, knowing that we had some things to say to each other. Namjoon cleared his throat, then began speaking.

Third-person pov

"Umm, I don't know how to start. But I know that there are things that we need to clear, I hate how tense things are getting, and I don't want us to keep secrets or thoughts from each other," he said cautiously. We all nodded, Jungkook looking up emotionlessly. "Can I ask you something," he whispered. Taehyung held his hand and gave it a tight squeeze, offering him support. 

The other's hummed, alluding for the boy to continue. "When dad found out, and I told you all to go. W-why did you all leave and drop me like it was nothing?" He whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes yet again. The other's sucked in a breath. "We just, we couldn't handle his words or actions Kook," Jin started; Looking at the boy sadly. Jungkook gave a bitter smile, "What about me?" He whispered, the look in his eyes painful.

"Even after we all got back in touch, y-you never asked what happened after you left," he said, locking gases with everyone. "We just weren't ready to go back to that night," Jin cried, "I-I couldn't think about what he was going to do to us, I was scared! W-we were scared," he muttered brokenly. The tears in Jungkook's eyes finally fell, dropping onto his fingers and running down his neck quickly. 

"What about me?" He repeated, whimpering, as he caressed the scar on his left hand. "You never once wondered what happened to me that night," he started. "You never asked how scared I was, or how worried I was about what he was going to do." He whispered, looking into the eyes eye's heartbroken. "You never asked how I got this scar - that's if you ever even noticed it," he muttered quietly. 

Taehyung looked around, he didn't know the full story either. The other's only told him that his father went ballistic and Jungkook forced them to leave the house before he could lash out at them. They had all agreed to keep that night in the past, refusing to talk about it again. "Tell me, Kookie," he whispered, looking into the said boy's eyes, a small gracious smile on his lips. Jungkook looked at the small boy beside him, thanking him for being so selfless and supportive to him. Thanking him for being someone who would finally listen to him. "After you guys left," Jungkook started.

Flashback

"YOU FILTHY DISGUSTING BOYS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Jungkook's dad screamed, the veins in his neck throbbing at his loud voice. Namjoon and Jin began stumbling back behind the others as Mr. jeon began marching at them with his hand raised. "Leave!" Jungkook screamed, tears flowing, "P-please just go! I don't want him to hurt you," he whimpered out. They were all merely 21, their last year of university; not knowing any better, too scared about themselves. The boys nodded scaredly and ran out of the house, the 5 reaching the car, driving back to their half-packed dorm room.