Every Lie that We Tell ✔

Prologue

Jungkook (10)

I pull Jin out of the room as he holds his reddening cheek, tears streaming down his face, "why does he have to hit me, I didn't mean to lose the game." "You didn't lose the game Jin, don't let him tell you that, your stupid quarterback sucks", I hold him to me as he cries.

His dad hits him a lot and his mom just lets him, Gino Kim is a bigger asshole than my father, and that's saying a lot. Jin is like my brother, I'd give my life for him and he would do the same for me, we are the only family each other have. My life would be nothing without him, he is my safeplace, my home, the only home I know, and I will keep him by my side always.

Seokjin (10)

"STOP YELLING AT HIM", I scream at Benjamin Jeon, "he didn't mean it, he was protecting me." The large man looms over both Jungkook and I as I hold him in my arms, "you are lucky I like you Seokjin, you are a good boy unlike my son, I wish he was more like you, get him out of my sight." I take Kook upstairs and we lay down in his bed, curling into my side, I hold him and play with his hair while he cries, "I hate him Jin, I hate him so much."

"I know but soon we'll be old enough to get out of here and live somewhere else, just the two of us, without our stupid parents", I say laying my head on his, breathing in his scent. He always fights the bullies for me, but one day I am going to protect him, I'm going to work out so that I can take on anyone who tries to hurt him, even his dad.

Present day

I remember all the times that Kook and I were there for each other when things got bad, how we protected each other and made sure the other was happy, we did the stupidest things to make each other laugh. We suffered cuts and bruises, we fought with each other and anyone else who got in our way.

Jungkook even has a scar on his forehead where I hit him with a game controller because we fought over him thinking I was cheating. At the end of the day though it was different, there we were in one of our beds talking about the future while I played with his hair or he played with mine, waiting to turn 20 so that we could leave. 

When we turned 14, I realized that things were changing inside of me, I had feelings for my best friend, feelings I shouldn't have toward him, as he chased girls on the playground, all I could do is sit by and watch him. When we turned 17 I knew for a fact I was madly deeply and utterly in love with my best friend, then one drunken night I did something stupid and in the blink of an eye, it was over.

A/N This story will have a few flashbacks just to explain the family dynamic between the boys and their fathers and how the boys have been so close for so long.