Everyone sat at the table in awkward silence. They weren't used to having Jungkook around again. So Taehyung decided to try and lighten the mood."Guys we should put up the Christmas tree. We haven't done that yet." Jane looked over at him, thankful for the ice breaker. "Yeah we should."
Jennifer patted her lips with the napkin. "Jimin you're in charge of dishes today."
He groaned, dreading it. So Jungkook butted in. "I can take over for him today. I have a lot of chore making up to do." He joked.
Jimin glared at him and yanked all the dishes up from the table. "I can handle myself fine thank you."
Jungkook sighed and stood up as well. "At least let me help."
Jimin ignored him so Jungkook grabbed a soapy sponge and started to clean the cups they drank out of. "I'm sorry jimin." It was just the two of them alone as everyone else had gone to get a head start on the tree.
"Sorry doesn't fucking cut it. You put us through hell Jungkook. And school was awful too. Because we were associated with you and your awful reputation. You almost tore the family apart. And for what? Drugs?"
Jungkook started to cry as he cleaned one of the plates. "I- I'm sorry,,,I'm not saying what I did was right. But I'm here to try again. I've been working on myself for the past 6 years. The first year I was gone I continued to use and destroy myself. But I'm better okay? Clean for 6 years...I promise. I know it doesn't take away the pain. But please recognize that I'm trying,"
His eyes got a blurry from all of the tears that he failed to notice where his hands were and suddnelh he felt a sharp pain. "Fuck!"
Jimin looked over and started to panic. "Dad! Mom! There's been an accident !"
Whenever Jungkook was crying so hard he couldn't see, he ended up moving his hands for silverware to wash and cut his wrist/hand area with a knife. There was...a lot of blood.
Mark had 911 on the phone as soon as he could. Jane and Tae followed after mark and Jennifer and felt sick at the sight, "how did this happen?" Jane looked accusingly at jimin.
" I know you have a grudge against him but that doesn't mean you can hurt hi-"
Taehyung pulled her out of the room before she could say anything else hurtful. "Jane...I don't think that's what happened...take deep breaths..."
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Jungkook sat in a hospital bed, passed out from losing too much blood. The Jeon family and tae were in the waiting room, deeply concerned.
A nurse walked out to update them. "He lost a lot of blood. You'd be surprised how often we see people in here because they accidentally grab a knife the wrong way when doing dishes or cooking. But the bad news is he definitely needs some blood, and we're low on our supplies...his blood type is A.."
No one else had the same blood. So the family started to get nervous until— "I'll give some..I'm type O. That's universal right? Give him mine." He stood up and took off his jacket so they could access his arms. "Come on. He needs it quick right? Let's go."
Jimin scoffed at how eager Taehyung was. "Are you kidding me? I'm sure they can find someone else tae-"
Taehyung glared at jimin, "jimin I love you. You're like family to me. But you gotta give him a break. I don't know what he did, but do you realize what could happen if he doesn't get enough blood.? I'm doing it."
He was quickly escorted to a back room and into a chair where they did all the necessary steps to draw his blood. "We need you to sign a form that you're agreeing to give X amount of blood." He did exactly that and gave it.
It was soon given to a pale looking Jungkook. Taehyung was given all the comforts needed to someone who just gave blood.
Tae was in a little bed for rest since he gave more than normal. Jane sat beside him talking to a half awake tae. The rest of the family was in Jungkooks room waiting for him to wake up.
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Long Lost Brother
FanfictionAfter Taehyung starts to feel unsafe in his own apartment, his best friend persuades him to move in with her and her family. It's not long before Janes long lost brother comes back after 6-7 years and creates some family tension. Tae can't help but...