Tattoos & Temptations [Taekook]

3. Reminiscent of the Scar

  "These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is too real. There is just too much that time can't erase."

- 'My Immortal'  by  Evanescence

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Taehyung's POV:

Usually, the slightest trigger can get me hot under the collar. I was enraged, annoyed and embarrassed. I blame Jimin for dragging me out of that pub. I still want to punch that son of a bitch for laying his fingers on me. I was seething with anger when we got outside. Jimin drove the car when I was continuously defending myself. He brought me to this meadow, where we come to whenever we are frustrated. Now I was lying under the starry sky. He was sitting beside me. Then he decided to break the comfortable silence.

"Whatever clusterfuck you did back there was completely wrong."
He was staring at the sky as the icy breeze swept his locks away.

" You are not helping, Chim. That dipshit spilled the fucking vodka martini on my beautiful shirt." I said as I rubbed the stain on my shirt.

"Seriously? The drama you created there was not at all related to him spilling his drinks over your fucking shirt. It was clearly about your controlling father. " His eyes met mine. How easily Jimin read my mind, even when I tried so fucking hard to hide everything. I mean, he has seen me at my fucking lowest .

My life is a scumhole. From day one, my parents have tried to shape me as they wanted. One day, I came back from school having won a prize in the poetry recitation competition. Instead of a hug, I got a slap on my face for scoring low in mathematics. Till the age of 18, it took my blood, sweat, and tears to live up to their expectations. My mom was never happy about anything I did. She always complained about how much of a failure I was as a son, only because she couldn't brag about how studious I was in front of the "cultured class." They would lock me inside a darkroom whenever I misbehaved. I used to shiver like a dry leaf whenever dad used to hit me for playing with other kids, singing or whenever i couldn't live up to his expectations. My teary little eyes always searched for my mom when i was getting beaten up, but she used to tell me that i deserved each of the slaps. I never had the opportunity to live my childhood. I was a puppet kept inside a glass shelf.
However, the only light in my life was this guy sitting right beside me. He is terrible at joking, but those lame jokes have brightened my days.

"I don't know chim, I am tired of this life." i couldn't help but lower my head . His small hand found its way to my shoulders.

" Tae, look at me. Your life is only yours to live. Nobody in this world gets to say a word about that. But being a brat and presenting yourself as a rude billionaire is even worse. You're nothing like that. I know you didn't mean anything when you talked shit about their appearance and financial stability. If you were a person who gave a fuck about money, someone from a middle class family wouldn't have been your best friend since forever. Those guys seemed polite. Especially the one who took the initiative to solve that problem, "he crossed his arms, once again staring back at the sky.

" I'll give you that, those guys were polite. But the one with the tattoos is an asshole. How dare he punch me ,huh? What does he think of himself? Mike Tyson or the Mafia? My ass.
I will find him and make his life a living hell."

I clenched my jaw as i remembered that fight.

"He is too hot for you," I heard him muttering under his breath.

"Huh? I can't believe that you just called the guy who beat your best friend hot.I love you, but your taste in guys is just terrible. " I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"What the fuck? What do you know about guys? He looked like a fucking babe magnet,a whole snack, with his tatted arm on display and his chiseled body, extremely attractive face, and velvety voice. But he's not my type; I'd much rather talk to that guy who appeared like a guardian angel, such a daddy material" Jimin smiled like a fucking teenager, I almost puked.

"Hush, you horn dog. If you get a chance to talk to your "babe magnet", tell him that if I ever see him again, I will fucking cut his throat." I smirked as I envisioned myself doing that. A little bit psycho of me, but I wanted to kill him for making my jaw look like this.

"As if he would let you do that without even blinking. The bruise on your face is burning red. I don't think he would be that easy for you to "kill." He air quoted the last word.

"We'll see"

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Jungkook's POV:

As silence fell over my house, I couldn't help but think about that entitled rich ass. I keep thinking about how I could have thrown more punches. His grip on my throat left scars. Can you believe it? Why would he do that to hobi hyung? How does one go about hurting Jung Hoseok? I mean, he is the essence of happiness in everyone's life. If I ever see that MF again, I will fucking kill him. My chain of thought was broken when my phone rang. It was Anne. I smiled at the name. She is a sweet young lady. Yes, she seemed nice after only 10 days of dating her. I answered the phone without further delay.

"Hey"

"Hai babe, why didn't you call me?"

"Oh, I am sorry Anne, things got out of hand. Uhm... I had a fight with some stranger at the pub."

"What? Are you okay? Why did you do that? "

"Yeah, don't worry about that, I am fine . He was the one who started the fight. I will tell you in detail tomorrow."

"Uhm ... Yeah.. I didn't know you were into fights and all of that."

" Oh no, please don't get the wrong idea, the situation was provoking and I know violence is not an answer."

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, Kook, uhm, do you want me to come over?"

" No, I am okay Anne. I'm going to go to bed and try to sleep it off. "

"Okay, take care, I miss you."

"Okay good night "

I cut the call. We just saw each other yesterday, facetimed this morning, and I don't understand why she was missing me. I felt bad for not saying it back. But I didn't miss her that much. Is that a problem? I don't know. I was so tired that as soon as I got into bed, I was out like a light.
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Namjoon's Pov:

I stared at the ceiling as Jin pressed his head against my chest, trying to sleep. I was running my fingers through his hair.

"Joon, why aren't you sleeping?" His voice was half asleep, half awake.

"I was thinking about Jungkook." I can't keep anything from Jin. In fact, he is the only person who can make my life better.

"You're right, that kid acts rashly, which worries me." He was drawing random circles on my chest.

"He loves us so much, babe, and he only has us. He lost his mother when he was 19 years old and began working while living alone in an apartment. Because we were his only family, he reacted." I spoke while tucking a single strand of hair.

"Do you think you have to lecture me on his love for us? I know him better than anyone else. He's a softy. Remember when we fought and almost broke up? He was the one who worked the hardest to bring us back together. Without our knowledge, he planned a surprise date for us. When he's drunk, he comes to me and tells me how much he loves us. Cry himself to sleep while holding my hands and chanting a mantra that goes something like "please never leave me." That Anne girl is lucky to have him," jin chuckled.

"I saw him struggle so hard to put his past behind him and start a new life. He is deserving of everything in the world."I tightened my arms around him.

"But that guy from the pub was literally pissed. From his attitude, it's clear that he was born rich. What if he hurts our kook? "Jin was worried.

"Don't worry hun, he has four brothers by his side. Moreover, the guy from the pub was different. I saw sadness behind his anger. I have a feeling that he has so much more to worry about than this fight. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes, "I said

"Yeah, exactly...Let's sleep okay. " After a few minutes i heard the soft snores of my boyfriend.

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