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twenty seven.

"𝗗𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻, 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻."

-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧-

Jungkook was nervous.

He was dreading the night ahead of him, Knowing that he will not only have to lie to Mr Kim about where he's going, but he will also have to sleep with Choi Yusho- the man who took part in breaking him -just so his own sex tape wouldn't be posted.

He knew, With one call to the police, All of his problems would go away. His father would be investigated for child abuse, his father's friends would be arrested for Rape and Pedophilia... He'd be free.

But the problem was, Jungkook didn't want anyone to know how fucked up his life is. If his problems went away, then Mr Kim would eventually leave him too. He'd rather fight his issues alone then rely on A couple of men in uniform to fix it.

Because even if the people who hurt him went away, he'd still flinch at silly things. He's still have nightmares. He'd still be scared to be alone. He'd still be traumatised.

"Darling, Are you alright? You've been out of it since we came back from the Supermarket." Mr Kim frowned, looking at the boy with concern. He walked away from the stove, standing infront of Jungkook, who sat on the kitchen counter, fiddling aimlessly with his fingers.

With a soft chuckle, The dark haired man curled two long, slender fingers under the boy's chin, lifting his head so their eyes met. "Little One?"

"what?" Jungkook looked up, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights, and nodded quickly. "M' fine!"

"Hmm." The older man rose a brow, leaning closer to the teen's face, fingers letting go of Jungkook's chin. "Are You sure?" He gently grabbed the boy's hands, stopping him from picking the skin beside his nails. "You'd talk to me if you weren't feeling right, wouldn't you?"

"O-Of course." Jungkook blushed, breath hitching as their faces grew closer. He almost whined, biting his bottom lip as The elder suddenly pulled away and pat his thighs.

"Good boy. Now Come On, Dinner's ready."

Jungkook pouted, sliding off the counter to sit down at the table. "Taehyung?"

"Hm?" The elder hummed, walking to the table with a plate in both hands. "What is it?"

"Can I Sleep at Jiminie's house tonight?" Jungkook spoke gently, not making eye contact. "I-I'll be back tommorow."

The Therapist Rose a Brow suspiciously. "I Don't see why not.." He mumbled, narrowing his eyes as he places the plates of food down. "What are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing!" Jungkook protested, looking down at his food as he poked it with his fork, "M' Just gonna sleep at Minnie's house."

"Darling." The elder man's face softened. "I Know You're lying. I'm a Therapist, Little One. I can read people incredibly well."

Jungkook scrunched his nose. "I'm really going to Jiminie-"

"So I can Call Him and He will tell me the same?" Taehyung challenged, a frown on his face. "Please stop lying to me, Jungkook.. I thought we were past that, weren't we?"

Jungkook gulped, guilt forming a lump in his throat. He didn't want to lie, But what was he supposed to do? How could he say he was going to fuck His Ex and he'd be back tomorrow?

'I'm going to get fucked tonight, Mr Kim! Don't wait up!'

He couldn't say that.

"P-Please Don't force the Truth from me." Jungkook pouted, looking up at the man. "I- I Just.."

"If You're not going to be honest, Then don't." Mr Kim sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in growing frustration. "I'm Not Your Parent, Little One. You don't have to ask me to go out." He spoke. "Just... Don't Lie to me. I don't mind where you're going, or who you're with. The only thing I want from you, is the truth. I Care about you and your safety, okay?"

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he nodded softly, biting his lip. Mr Kim was right. No more lying. He'd simply telling him where he was going, but the older man didn't need to know why he was going.

"M' Going to, um, Meet someone tonight.." he mumbled, not meeting the elder's eyes as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-I'll be back tomorrow.."

Taehyung's breath hitched, expression faltering. Jungkook was going to-.. he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "I-I don't Mind if you go out to have sex, Jungkook." He spoke, standing up with his plate, leaving the teen by himself as he put his plate in the sink. "Just Be careful."

Jungkook watched Mr Kim Leave the kitchen and sniffled gently as he looked down at his food. He sounded Hurt.

Why did Mr Kim sound Hurt?

Losing his appetite, He stood, discarding his own food before making his way quietly out of the kitchen and past the the living room, where Mr Kim Was Sat On the couch, glasses on and laptop in his lap.

He gulped, quietly making his way upstairs to get ready for the night ahead of him.

"I-It's Just One more time." He told himself, pushing open his bedroom door. "And then It'll be over."

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Later That Night, Taehyung was Sat In his bed, bangs clipped back out of his eyes with a white hair clip, and an Agatha Christie book in his hands. On the TV, was some random movie that he wasn't even listening to, and on the bedside table, was a wine glass, filled with the silky mixture of red whine.

He needed a distraction. Something to remove the knowledge of where Jungkook was, and what he was doing, from his mind. He didn't like to think Of the boy getting intimate with anyone else, while he was sat here in his bed, wondering if the teen's alright without him.

The thought of His little one, the boy he'd come to adore and genuinely care for, moaning under someone else, writhing under another man -he hated the thought of it. It didn't sit right with him at all. It made his stomach churn unpleasantly, and his chest ache.

And yet, he didn't know why.

Well, that's a fat lie. He knew very well why he didn't like the thought. But what could he do? The teen was 12 years younger than him. He was also His patient. It was inappropriate, and extremely unprofessional for him to develop feelings for his patient -especially one who's that much younger and troubled.

Truthfully, He felt as though Jungkook only admired him for his age, and the care he provides the boy with. He's taken the teen in when his father kicked him out, he'd been at The teen's every beck and call for the past few months. Jungkook had been groomed by older men for most of his life, under their wrongful influence. Who's to say it wasn't similar now?

It was only natural that Jungkook would get attached to an older man who cares for and looks after him like he does.

But he couldn't help but adore the boy. For Jungkook was an adorable person, with such a child-like innocence that made Taehyung's heart ache. The boy had been through so much, and he was almost fully dependent on Taehyung.

Knowing Jungkook would do anything to please him, He didn't want to take advantage of such a vulnerable person.

"Fuck." He hissed, putting his book down to rub at his temples. He's Fine, Taehyung. He's allowed to have sex with whoever he wants to. He's not Yours. He sighed, laying his head on his pillows as he stared up at the ceiling. He's Not mine.

But he could be.

But he's not.

"How could I let myself fall in love with him so easily?" His voice cracked slightly, rolling over to bite his lip. "I'm an Idiot."

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