Pinky Promise--Taekook

Trauma dumping I think

I snuck Tae past Bora and up to my room, locking the door. If she found out I had a 'friend' over she'd kill me. 

I had a basic room, a twin bed pushed to the left a desk next to it under a window and crammed next to the window was a closet. It was tiny, but it was all I needed. 

"It's so cute" Tae walks around. He looks at all my posters on the wall and the TV mounted above my bed. 

"Should we do some homework?" I ask him. 

He shakes his head and climbs onto my messy bed. "I don't have the power for that." 

"Power?" I chuckle sliding on my bed as well. 

"Low power" He taps his head. I chuckled. I pulled off my uniform, leaving me in a tank top and some trashed jeans. 

"Let's just watch some Tv then, huh?" I sit down on the bed again. He nodded and settled in next to me. I chose a random movie and laid back on my pillows, ready to fall asleep. 

"Can-can I borrow one of your hoodies?" He sits up suddenly. 

"Oh-yeah sure" I gesture to the closet. "Whatever you want." 

"Really?" 

"Of course?" I raise a brow at him. "Are you like, cold?" 

"N-no the unforms just really uncomfortable" He gets up nervously and walks over to my closet. 

I watch as he pulls off his uniform, under his tank top I see bruises and gashes his arms are covered in fresh injuries. I sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the ed. He reaches up and grabs a hoodie form my closet. It was a dark grey and had the word D-DAY written on it. I got it form a thrift store I didn't know what it meant. 

He pulls it on, and it falls over his thin frame, hiding his beautiful skin. He pulls the hoodie up he turns and sees me watching, then blushes. He walks back over nervously. 

I pull him so he's standing between my legs, and I hold his sleeves while looking up at him seriously. "Taehyung" 

"Jungkook" he says and holds my jaw with both hands gently, meeting my eyes. 

"What happened to you?" I whisper. 

He bits his lip, his hands falling to my shoulders. He looks towards the TV. I tugged on his waist, trying to get him to come back to me. "Please tell me what happened, you can trust me." 

He takes a deep breath. "The night you left...Jiwoo had come home and saw your jacket. She-she started yelling at me about-about how I was slacking off and failing--I'm not. S-she told me to die and told me how horrible of a person I-I am. She beat me and I couldn't move" He looks down, his curls hiding his face. 

"And-and she took my phone and forced me to study in the living room. She'd-she'd beat me every time I got an answer wrong. She locked me in the closet for a day and was-was banging. She left one day and I c-called you."

"When I got back, she was there again and beat me in front of Miho. M-Miho's scared of me now. She locked me away again I-I tried to kill myself that n-night. It didn't work" He covered his face with the big sleeves of the hoodie but keeps talking. 

"She kept-kept me locked in the closet and kept bang-banging on the door and scaring me. She kept me there for-for days she was always banging and yelling. When she took me out she just b-beat me again before leaving me in my room." 

He stops, taking a shuddering breath as his whole body trembled. "I didn't keep my promise." 

"Hey, hey" I pulled him closer, holding his face. "You tried too and that's all that matters." Then I pulled him on the bed with me. "I didn't mean to make you cry."