Midnight Blues

Battered

Pfft!

"Ah, fuck!" Jungkook grunted as he held himself up from the cold concrete sidewalk in front of his apartment building. He had just been thrown out of the car of another top tier gambler that he had failed to pay. He spat out the blood as it continued to fill his mouth, but not as bad as when he was being beaten into a pulp. 

There were some people stopping in their walk to look at him and he scowled at them as he stood to his feet. "The fuck you lookin' at? Huh?!" The people flinched from his aggressive questioning before walking away quickly from the battered man. 

Jungkook held his side that had a small gash in it from one of the guy's who decided to come at him with a knife. Luckily, their boss made them finish him with their fists. He said that was the only "respectable" way to handle his business. The bleeding boy rolled his eyes at the memory as he limped into the apartment building. Ignoring all the looks, he made his way into his apartment, collapsing on the couch. 

"Shhhit!" He hissed, forgetting he had some wounds to handle before passing out. He held his breath as he pulled himself up from the couch and limped into the bathroom. Once at the sink, he stared at his reflection. His face wasn't touched as bad as his body. He had an old scar going through his left eyebrow from another guy he failed to pay in the past but he felt it made him look "bad ass", so you could say he was proud of it. 

His bottom lip was busted on one side and that was all the damage to his face. The real issue lied under his shirt. He removed it as slowly as he could without causing him more pain, then opened the mirror to pull out a first aid kit that was fully packed with bandages and such. He turned some warm water on and grabbed a rag to clean the gash on his side. After wiping it, he put his tshirt in his mouth then poured some alcohol down his side. "Hmmmmmm!" He groaned with his eyes tightly shut.

Why the hell does he put himself through this shit? He couldn't help it. He loved gambling, no matter how bad at it he was because it still gave him a thrill. However, he was growing to hate having to bandage or stitch himself up every other weekend. Sometimes he would be able to fight off the people he owed, like the newer guys. That was because they didn't know him so they didn't know that he was a hell to deal with in a fight. The older gamblers learned from their own experiences to not go after Jungkook alone because they wouldn't stand a chance, so they always had a crew tackle him from then on.

*Briiinng Brrinnng Brriiinng*

Jungkook paused in wrapping his waist when he heard his phone going off. He pulled it out of his pocket and sat it on the sink. It was his older brother Namjoon calling. He pressed the speaker phone and continued wrapping his waist. "Yeah?" He huffed with exhaustion in his voice. 

" You're not gonna stop until you're dead, huh?" Namjoon's voice boomed from the phone. He was completely upset with his younger brother and Jungkook expected his call. Namjoon works at the casino he likes to go to, as bartender. So every time the hard headed man would end up in trouble, his older brother had front row seats. Namjoon used to always jump in to help him but once he realized that Jungkook knowingly put himself in such situations, he gave up helping him. Jungkook couldn't care any less. 

"I'm fine, hyung. I just have a busted lip. I held my own against those fuckers." He said with a smirk and chuckled. "You're fucking insane Kook. This shit isn't funny. It is only you and me and I don't want to have to bury you. Get your shit together. Shit, get a job and give yourself some responsibilities. You can't keep living off the money our parents gave us for forever. At this rate, you're going to use up your portion before you can enjoy it goo." Jungkook finished his bandages and walked out of the bathroom, leaving a small mess of blood and first aide items in his sink.