Time Is Not On Our Side (TK)✓

3] A father's gift

Two days had gone past since the incident. Refusing to check up on the man, Jungkook busied himself in his office, occupied himself with meet-ups and more violence. He could hear Namjoon's demand getting louder and louder in his ear. You made this mess so you'll deal with it . If completely ignoring the presence of the man still half dead in their medic room is dealing with it. Then he's done a good job. He walked around his room holding his lighter, igniting it on and off, his vision locked on the document in front of him.

Kim Taehyung, he read out loud. Kim Taehyung, he repeated. Sounds good on the tongue.

He ran his hand through his hair and tsked, tilted his head to the side and walked out the room. Hands inside his pocket he sauntered towards the infirmary, two guards were standing on either side of the door, he signalled them to leave before quietly walking in. The door clicked shut behind him as his eyes locked on the man on the bed. He dragged a chair near the edge and sat down.

He watched as Taehyung's chest heaved up and down, connected to multiple wires that showed his vitals. He took in his features, carved out the curves of his face, the slope of his nose to his cheeks. His gaze dropped lower down to his bare chest. Bandages were tightly secured all around, he reached out to touch. His fingers grazed softly over the rough lines on his skin, over the scars and bruises. He gazed towards the discolouration on his neck, fingerprint marks clearly visible. He moved towards the prominent lump on his throat, delicately outlining the marks, down to the redness on his collarbone.

Taehyung gasped awake, his eyes widening at the fear of being touched.

"You're up", Jungkook muttered matter of factly, leaving Taehyung to scramble towards the back of the bed, hissing at the pain shooting up at his sudden movement. Jungkook pulled away. He crossed his legs and leaned back. "Did I wake you?"

He grabbed the folder that was hung from the side and flicked it open.

"So a Kim," he glanced over and then back, "Taehyung, a medic student, third year, broke his leg attempting to save a cat stuck on a tree at the age of 9, had a strong bond with his family-", he lists, momentarily stopping, "-allergic to flowers, has a licence but can't afford a car," he flips the page over, "Father unknown, presumably dead, no?"

Taehyung nodded slowly, eyes finding interest on the floor, his lips quivering slightly.

"Is it a sensitive matter, Mr Kim, would you like me to stop?"

Taehyung looked up, he opened his mouth to respond, however was soon interrupted again.

"Oh but he did leave you with something grand before he left, how generous," Jungkook laughed. "That's a huge number of debt, I see why people are after you," he shut the folder harshly and tossed it on the bed leaning closer, "enslaving your body to them won't even let you free" he hissed, "you could work for the rest of your life and your son and the entire fucking family tree could and they wouldn't even put a dent in that, your father is an asshole."

The thin blanket was gripped tightly between Taehyung's fingertips. A harsh hold on the fabric to stabilize him, he shut his eyes refusing to show vulnerability before piercing them open again. "My father was a good man," he whispered, fiercely.

Jungkook laughed, his head thrown back like a villain, finding humour in what he heard. The concept of feeling any ounce of sorry dripped slowly from his body. Through the laughter he heard Taehyung speak again.

"He just wanted to save my sister," he snapped, angrily. His words were becoming shallow, his breathing heavier, "we needed money, it was our only hope." Jungkook scoffed, raising his brows. "He borrowed money and when he couldn't pay back he borrowed more money from another messed up group to pay back the first, it was like a domino effect before it all came crashing down," Taehyung gazed hard at Jungkook, "he didn't die, he was killed, what would you know about sacrifice," he said through clenched teeth.