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[ CHRISTMAS CARD ]

Jungkook was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling like what else could he even do, his body was severely damaged by the amount of bruises. he had turned purple.

he was numb at this point.

he did not feel the beatings anymore.

he was waiting for his death.

he hated taehyung for always treating his wounds.

after every abuse taehyung had given his bath and treated his wounds. giving him water when asked. taking care of him.

jungkook didn't understand the man. what was he tryna do? 

sometimes when the women leaves the house, taehyung comes to him and sits on the bed beside him. to talk.

he asked him to free him. but all he got was ' i can't do that sorry darling' he called him darling.

so he stopped asking.

2 weeks later

" hey kid come out i want you to do something" he heard the women say. he turned his head to look at her not saying anything. he doubted he even could.

"taehyung get him out!" she shouted 

"do you think you can-" he was cutted off by the boy who said a small 'no'. it was always a same question.

taehyung helped him standing up before he took him to the dining table making him sit down. he sat across him and watched his wife handing the boy a Christmas card.

"write" she said putting a knife beside the card.

"what?" the black haired boy whispered not wanting to anger the women.

"that you are well and good. have a normal life and living happily- blah blah"

the boy started writing the letter without any arguments because he knows it won't get him anywhere.

he was writing until he remembered something. 'my brother must remember our code language right?' a wave of hope rushed in him. as he quickly wrote down his abductors house address he once saw on letter. ' please' he mumbled before handing the letter to women who carefully read the letter not noting the codes used in between some letters. she nodded.

"good....take him to bed and get him ready, i will go and post it" she went out.

taehyung took me to the room i have been staying at from almost a month.

as he settled me down on bed, he looked at me with a small smile as i returned him the same because we both know what was about to happen. my another assault.

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he was in a bathtub right now with taehyung softly rubbing his back.

"how are you feeling?" he heard the man asked.

"as always" he replied looking straight at the man who did the same before continuing to rub his back.

"do you think i can ever live a normal life again ?" he asked taehyung who looked at him for moment before looking down.

"honestly i don't know" he was guilty. jungkook knows. he can't help him just watch him suffer.

"why did you marry her?" he asked once again.

"i loved her. hard to believe she have now turned into a monster. she was a kind hearted women all loved her." he squeezed out some shampoo on his scalp before softly rubbing it around. 

"what happened now?" why was he asking so many questions? he doesn't know.

"i don't know. we were okay for the first three years of our marriage then she started turning into an alcoholic. followed by drugs and then this." 

"why did you choose me?" once he let those words out. Taehyung looked at him, his eyes pooling with tears.

"she thought you will be fun to play with" he whispered. Looking down at his lap.

jungkook looked at taehyung who looked right back at him, a tear left his eyes as he slowly moved forward and planted a soft kiss on older's lips before hugging him who hugged him back knowing that the young boy must be overwhelmed right now. 

"Don't leave me with her alone, it's scary without you even though you are part of this, i appreciate you taking care of me" he whispered crying softly on his shoulder not being able to hold his emotions anymore.

"It's ok. You will be okay, soon." he whispered back. stroking the boy's back.

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overwhelm
past tense: overwhelmed; past participle: overwhelmed

- to cause somebody to feel such a strong emotion that he/she does not know how to react

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