Brat tamer's brat || Taekook

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"KIM TAEHYUNG! YOU WILL NEVER LEARN, RIGHT!!"

The loud voice of Taehyung's mother in early morning awakened almost all the residents of the complex.

It was 6 in the morning and he was trying to sneak in. Nothing new.

Yea he was out all night. It was no question as to where he was. Everyone knew he would crash at his bestfriend's house or Jungkook's.

Taehyung's POV-

I barely missed eomma's stick when I ducked down. Seems like I am not going to get any sleep today. Can someone be nice to me? That lil teapot pushed me down the window without any remorse! I could've gotten a broke bone or so! And now my eomma.

"Eomma! S-sorry! It hurts! I was at te-Jimin's! We were having group stud-"

"Group study my ass you brat! You do group study without your school bag!" Fuck! I didn't thought about it! Well my first thought should be running considering how much that stick hurts. I quickly descended down the stairs, though her flip flop slippers told me, she was close to reaching me when I bumped into someone.

Shit!

"Jungkook! Son please hold that brat!" My eomma added someone to her team! It's not fair anymore!

I looked up to Jungkook hyung hoping some mercy but his expression seemed like he would never be merciful towards me. His hold tightening on my arms as I tried to wiggle out of his arms before eomma could get me, I pleaded to him with my eyes only to get a simple shake of head.

"Hyung! Let me go! It's not fair! That stick hurts!!"

"So does your daily disappearance."

What? We really having a comparison here when my life is on stake?

"You brat! Now I will lock you into your room from now on!" My ear in a painful hold, as she dragged me while I glared at Jungkook hyung who was snickering like a evil cop after putting a good criminal who does good to people, behind bar.

"Eomma no!"

"Oh Yes! No trick of yours will work!"

Jungkook's POV-

Sometimes I think, he is an angel, when he smiles so beautifully, but then knowing the reason his smile is so bright. He looks no less than a devil. No one can say he is the same boy who comforts me during my panic attacks. It's been an year, still those filthy touches never seem to fade away. Many would laugh thinking how a 12 year old can calm me down, when no one can. But it's him, and things have never been the same around him.

One thing about him, he has one nasty temper for a 12 year old. I don't remember the number of times he got into fights and though he got a busted lip and black eye, he made sure the other looked worse or had some deep injuries.

My boy knows how to leave his mark.

But all this looks good just for now, these same things, when he will be a teen, or more older, it won't look as pretty as it does now. His childish outings to his friend might turn into clubs and these fights might turn into street fights and gangs if not stopped on time.

Hope he stops on time, or get someone to guide him.

It was evening, as usual, I was at the garden in our complex, looking at kids playing around and a certain brat tricking a boy a bit older than him. Though I won't mind as the boy was mocking other smaller boys yesterday. Maybe that's why I sometimes call Tae, karma instead. He always goes for faulty ones.

He had tied the boy's legs together and hooked the rope on his pants' belt, all through the bench. So the boy can't move as his legs are tied with his own pants.

Tae suddenly stood up in front of the boy nd I know what he is going to do. He will provoke the boy. Not good not good not goo-

"Hey! It was you who fell face first cause you didn't tied your lace, right?! Heard you don't know how to do it too." I could see the boy's face turning red, but don't know with embarrassment or anger.

"Lil boy wants mommy to tie his sho-ow!" Tae curled his hands over his chest and acted as if he is scared when the boy suddenly lunged forward only fall on ground as the rope was long enough for him to get down from the bench, but not stand of course.

I guess he needs to stop. I could see the boy was close to crying and, he got a big brother to avenge him.

"Taehyung! Stop!"

Hearing my words he looked at me like I asked him to marry me. Do I look that meek and stupid that I can't scare a 12 year old? I need to join gym. Ignoring my words he continued to mock him and hell I could see his big brother getting up.

"Taehyung come here right now or it won't end good! Come here this instant!" My voice was loud and seems like it didn't suited him to which he huffed and gave that boy a last look before running towards me.

"What! I was teach-"

"Let's go back." I didn't even let him utter a word before dragged him forcefully by his clothes. He didn't even protested, too surprised to see me like acting like this.

"Wh-Hyung! What are you doing!"

"Kim Taehyung that boy has a brother of 19 years old! A street thug who won't think twice before punching you twice on your face!"

"So what! I will pierce a glas-"

"That trick doesn't work everywhere brat! Try to accept that you are small and have a lot to learn! Get back inside right now!!" I didn't intended to be harsh but he was not trying to understand that him thinking he can overpower everyone will land him into serious trouble.

I was breathing heavily when I turned around to see Mrs. Kim. She just nodded and patted me on back muttering 'I can understand.'.

She is a warrior if she goes through this everyday.

Done with the day, I went back to my home, and got welcomed with a pan on my head. At the end of the day I am no better, not a brat but still a teen who has his own fair shares of punishable deeds.

"You need a better place to hide things."

Shit! My test papers! I hide them under my stacks of undies! I never thought she would look into it, now the only think I can do is run.

"Jeon Jungkook you got 5! 5 out of 50! Where's the 0 you rascal! Where are you running! I will make you see the stars you never got in class! Come here!!!"

As you can see, I am not too blessed in academics. Though meet me in curricular activities, you will never win against me.

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get me some bratty acts....I get confused if the act I am writing is bratty or criminal worthy...

~~~~glimpse