SUITS| Taekook| cross-over with "Scrubs" by @withSopeontheside

As It Was✧

"I'll show you every version of yourself tonight."

~ Mirror ball, T.S.

Busan, 2009

Jungkook balled his fists, pacing his room. His parents were yelling downstairs, their voices getting louder and louder, and their words getting harsher.

"I already told you that you are not allowed to start your own company. I forbid it!"

"Why? I already have money saved, I can do it-"

Jungkook pushed open his door and dashed to the stairwell, and looked down at his parents standing by the front door. They didn't see him, which was good since his dad ordered him to stay in his room.

"I am not letting you use all my hard earned money." His father growled, shoving her. Jungkook lurched forward, but stopped himself. His mom didn't want him to get hurt.

"It's not your money! It's mine. You used all your money on alcohol, but I saved nearly every dime I made last year so that I could do this. We won't have to be so poor if I can get this company up and going-"

Like a flash, his father's fist lashed out and punched her across the face, so hard she fell back against the wall. The sound was sickening, and Jungkook felt like it had been him who was hit. No longer hesitating, Jungkook ran down the stairs and flung himself over his mother, glaring up at his father. He was only twelve, but he was nearly as tall as him now, and he knew how his father fought, which meant he knew how to dodge him.

I can take him.

"You little shit," His father growled, grabbing Jungkook by the collar of his shirt and lifting him up. His mother cried out, trying to pull Jungkook back.

"Please don't hurt him, please! I'm sorry-" She begged, but he didn't listen, grabbing Jungkook and throwing him to the floor, delivering a swift kick to his stomach.

"You still haven't learned your lesson, son?"

~ ~ ~

Taehyung felt exhausted now, and he stumbled his way to his bedroom. Crying really drains you of all your energy. . . he wondered if maybe he should text Yoongi and tell him what happened, but he knew he was probably with Dr.Jung and didn't want to be bothered, so instead Taehyung took a couple of his antidepressants and swigged a bottle of soju before crawling into his bed. His dream self was right; he was being selfish. He knew he was cursed and that dragging Jungkook into his mess was only going to get him hurt. Why should he risk Jungkook for his own feelings? It wasn't fair.

He drifted off, the sounds of the highway outside his bedroom window eventually lulling him into sleep, but he woke again at 2 am, to the sound of a door knob rattling. He jolted up, his heart racing. Am I having another nightmare? He thought, and pinched his cheeks as hard as he could.

"Ouch! Shit," he muttered, rubbing his face. He was definitely not dreaming this time. He got out of bed slowly, trying to regain his feeling in his left leg that had fallen asleep, giving him pins and needles. The door rattled again.

Who the fuck shows up at someones house at 2 am? He thought, rubbing his eyes and stumbling to the door. Yoongi, maybe. . .

"Who is it?" He croaked, looking through the peephole. His eyes wouldn't adjust, and all he saw was a tall blurr standing there. So, not Yoongi then.

"Open the door, Tae." A voice, a beautiful and familiar voice, commanded from the other side of the door.

Taehyung's heart fluttered, then sank. Is he here to beat me up? He quickly smoothed down his hair and cleared his throat before opening the locks and pulling the door open, revealing Jungkook, clad in a dress shirt, black slacks and a black trench coat, soaking wet and looking about as furious as Taehyung expected.