Love is half

21

“-by, baby-!”

“Can you hear me?-”

“Shit-i’d kill them I swear-”

“Jungkookie! Hey—-”

There are hands on him. A voice keeps calling him but Jungkook is scared.

Burning. Jungkook is burning. And it’s everywhere. His throat and his back, it’s like someone is pouring acid on his already damaged skin over and over, over his bone, his heart. And..he doesn’t want to open his eyes. All he knows is that he is aware of a person kneeling in front of him and it doesn’t reassure him.

“---It’s Tae! Hey, you up–”

Jungkook’s heart jumps a bit. It doesn’t jump with warmth but down, it sinks lower and lower until he can’t feel it there anymore. But all of the emotions he feels right now make his head hurt, he just doesn’t, forces himself to not think.

“Please, Gguk- can you look at me—”

And the hands are on him again. He feels it, it’s warm but not comforting. It’s touching his arm, his hair, sometimes caressing his face. But his tongue is salty, there’s something sticky clinging over his lips, his chin, inside his throat and body. Then Jungkook opens his eyes and, he sees the one who is touching him, Taehyung, eyes wide and mouth parted, knelt in front of him with his thick eyebrows knitted, something like panic and worry written over his face.

“Oh my god.” Taehyung’s voice is shaky and he smells like cigarette.

Suddenly the touches feel dirty. The warmth of his palm was replaced with something so ugly, bitter. Jungkook feels himself curling like a dry leaf, ready to be broken and fly away with flames. All feels too wrong and he remembers everything .

The old man. The fucking incident. He remembers the stickiness on his tongue.

Through his hazy mind, slowly realization hits him. He barely has time to push Taehyung away. Everything is too soon, and Jungkook loses his grip, the sudden intake of air whistles down his throat to fill his constricting lungs and makes him halt. The liquid splatters up his arm, and across the dirty surface, the foul taste stuck in his nose.

And Jungkook throws up without warning.

It’s like he's burning again, and he just wants to get away from everything but nothing happens, and his mind is still hazy but all he knows he wants to get rid of any pinch of the man’s semen out of his system.

The lunch Jimin made for him, the alcohol he shared with Zuri, the cold water–everything came out of his mouth. But as if the guy has permanently poured the white liquid in his system, Jungkook feels it everywhere.

Taehyung is here, at his side all too soon, mumbling so many words Jungkook can’t hear because his ears are pierced with the voices of the man. A hand keeps rubbing soothing circles into his back, another holding his messy hair and pushing them back so they don’t get dirtier.

Sobbing and throwing up his insides at the same time is a difficult task and Jungkook ends up crying, choking on his vomit.

He is so scared. So fucking scared and he knows whatever happened to him, it would only add up to the trauma he has in his life, he would have to life the rest of his life with these memories, more of them than what he already has.