The Priest's Son

Faith is a fickle reminder of what you can't have

Jungkook pov

As I answered them they all shuffled out of the room, leaving me alone yet again. Big mistake. As if I was gonna wait here. I quickly dragged the bed sheets over my frame, slowly letting my feet rest against the floor, the cold surface sending shockwaves up my legs. I was slightly unbalanced but the numbness will dissipate; hopefully. 

I gently held the wheelable stand and dragged it beside me as I slowly walked towards the door, opening it slightly. After I peeked my head seeing no one walking down the hall, I made my way to the emergency ward, he must be there. I slowly started to pant, my breathing laboured as I continued walking. 

I made it to the emergency ward, peering at each nameplate, scanning for Taehyung's name. 'Kim Taehyung, room 613.' Bingo. I lightly knocked on the door, turning the nob as I shuffled into the room quietly. The stand creaked as I rolled it closer to the hospital bed. There he was. I barely registered the tears that quickly ran down my face, gathering at the bottom of my chin to land on my hands as I gently held his bruised knuckles, loosely kissing them with my dry lips.

"I'm so sorry Tae," I whispered, my thumb caressing his hand absentmindedly. Looking over his frail and limp body, I noticed the uneven scorch of his skin. The layers of once smooth and creamy skin, now folded and split, its red and meaty flesh a chunky mess as I see his veins thump weekly through squinted eyes.

His nimble fingers were bruised and reddened at the tips, trailing up his arms was quickly reddened scorched skin. Forcing my gaze to his face, my resolve crumbled. Fresh tear tracks were frequently flooding his eye sockets, red trails stinging the surface. His hair was frazzled, slightly burnt and the ends looked crisp to the touch. Sobs left my mouth as I gently caressed his plump cheeks, anguished sobbing wracking my body as I lay limp on the floor beside his bed. "I'm so sorry, I-I, I'm so sorry-" I sobbed wetly as saliva began getting caught in my throat, my body shaking as my breathing became painful. 

I was soon to the point of dry heaving, forcing air into my damaged lungs - barely. Tears stung my eyes as my eyesight blurred, my ears buzzing - ignoring the door that slammed open, a furious man forcing his way in with two policemen and a nurse and doctor begging him to stop.

My mindless mumbles did not go unheard as they tried to pull me to my feet. I just held his hand tighter. "I'm sorry, baby I'm sorry-" "Shut up!" That voice. That fucking voice. I was pulled out of my laboured attack momentarily laying my eyes on his plump frame. He was still wearing his white garments, his hair was barely touched from its elegant parted style - his shoes freshly polished. What a fucker.

My eyes were red. "You!" I screamed with the little breath I had left. "You did this! Y-you locked him in there! He nearly died-" "Silence!" He boomed loudly. Sobs immediately left my mouth as I stumbled to my feet, "Get this filth out of this room! This is a private area!" I gritted my teeth, "You, you nearly killed your own son. You t-tortured your o-own son. Y-you-" I pulled my free hand to my mouth as I cried into my clammy palms. 

Third-person pov

The police stood there speechless, "Arrest him!" The priest demanded, the two men stood still, "What did you say?" They asked, directing their gaze to the sobbing boy that was now taking refuge on the cold laminated floor. "I-I saved him, from that little room. H-He was engulfed i-in bright orange and red flames. He was bashing on that damn d-door that this fucker locked him in." Jungkook began, his breath fleeting quickly. "By the t-time I got him out, he was on the verge of passing out, skin cold and fiercly hot at the s-same time. I barely got us out before the place blew up from behind u-us." He finished, hand scraping and grappling at his hospital gown. 

The two police looked at the fragile distraught boy. "I have the burns to prove it, Taehyung is a victim. I don't give two shits about the fire, but the coward who would abuse his own son for his pathetic religious beliefs," Jungkook spat, looking devilishly at the priest. The nurses helped him stand, his legs slightly wobbly but otherwise stable. He hobbled towards the man who stood shocked, an angry expression plastered on his face. 

"You," Jungkook whispered, staring directly into Father Kim's eyes. "Are an abusive, manipulative...and evil, man. If your god smites those who do wrong, then this is your punishment." He spat. "You don't deserve your church, you don't deserve your title," he said as he stepped closer, pointing at the now-shaking priest. "And don't you dare, don't you dare, even think or assume that you deserve someone as beautiful and selfless as Taehyung. Because here is your much-forgotten truth," he spoke fluidly.

"You have mistreated a human, abused him, and fucked him up so bad that he does nothing but submit to you out of fear. If your idea of love and protection is through obsessive religious regimes, then you are a truly fucked up man." He said, now an inch away from the trembling man's face. Jungkook was shaking angrily, forcing himself not to raise his heavily clenched fist and force it into the man's foul mouth.

"What you deserve, Mr. Kim, is to rot in that same hell-bent space that forced demons to eat you from the inside out. Be it in that fucking seminar room or a prison cell, I don't care." Jungkook spat steadily, a plastered smile on his face. He looked at the police, seeing as they had heard everything. "I wish you a graceful time in prison, Mr. Kim" he said smirking as he turned to the nurses who then helped him stumble back to his room.

Warmth rushed over him as happy tears fell from his eyes, hearing the old hag scream profanity as the police cuffed and escorted him to the elevator. 5 men, all stood barely a foot in front of him, tears also falling in unison, knowing that Taehyung was finally freed from his devilish restraints.