𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊. They've been happy. And Jungkook is sure that his life ahead with Taehyung will be happier and happiest. Been married to the younger boy, it's been years of them paying each other loyalty, love, trust and intimacy with every other po...
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Tragic and terrifying. The whole atmosphere felt as if it was running after him to stab through his skull in one swift and the world would immediately go blank and colourless.
There are numerous voice in his head and out of his head, in front of him, around him--which are shouting their literal lungs out like some monsters left open to fight in a fearless arena.
His heart is beating. He couldn't quite understand if its in a normal pace or higher or lower. He can only hear the loud beats that rages through his earbuds and vibrates through all of his skin.
Afraid yet stiff on his feet. He's standing, regardless of the vulnerable pain that's been running through his body, creeping to his head in the most brutal way possible.
It happens suddenly. So quick and immediate that he isn't even able to comprehend what's happening around him until he's hidden between his husband's arms, the blonde man having his whole body leaning over the younger's stiff one.
They are shouting, Yelling and roaring at each other like a group of stray dogs bark all together in the middle of dark, starry nights which nearly makes your heart to hide within the cage of your ribs, fear creeps all over your body and minds stops thinking all over.
Jungkook's palms are pressed over Taehyung's head and back, pulling him closer--trying his best to Keep the younger protected and anchored within his grasp, away from his mother's and other's disgusting, sickening words that threaten to choke Taehyung with their harsh hold.
It all began from the moment Seokjin inside the apartment. His steps were big, hurried and furious.
Wide eyes scary and fearless. Body strong and powerful against Taehyung as his first instinct was to grab the younger by his dark hair, pulling him away from the man who laid nearly unconscious on the couch.
"such a fucking shameless whore!! How fucking dare you!" his hold tightened on his hair, other one grasping his fragile jaw. His impact is so hard and raging, Taehyung finds himself stumbling over the coffee table that strikes the back of his knees in a rough manner.
Taehyung has lost hopes. Not that he had any, but even if there were some rising sparks of expectations in his heart--it all died the moment a sharp smack lands over the bruised skin of his cheek--his body falls over the couch but Seokjin's finger again thread through his hair to pull him over.
"I'll fucking kill you!!" there's alot of push and pull, almost as if the elder's been waiting all his life to perform each and every hit he made Taehyung go through.
There's such a loud amount of hatred within all of his hits and slaps, Taehyung wonders why isn't he able to raise his voice or hands atleast to defend and protect himself.
