Jungkook looked very angry at something, which Tae failed to recognise.
Jk: Do you think you look beautiful today?
His words were like swords, piercing right through Taehyung heart. Making him instantly look up at him, surprised to hear such a ques...
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𓂃⋆ THIRD PERSON POV ⋆𓂃
A loud crash was heard and Tae had thrown the empty bottle on the wall making Jisoo shriek in surprise.
Th: Kill him!! Kill them all
Js: please listen to me!! Listen!! Look at me!
She knew what he was suffering through but couldn't help him out. She placed Tae head on her lap and tried to soothe him. The poor boy was shaking and was a sobbing mess.
Js: You are not weak Taehyung...you are a very strong boy
Th: I hate him Jisoo...he...he doesn't love me....he will never love me...i am not up to his standards....he...he is ashamed of me...like everyone...he...will also leave me...
His sobs were echoing in the washroom as he kept crying. Another wave hit his and the poor boy again vomited into the toilet seat. Jisoo placed her one hand on Tae s forehead and the other kept soothing his back.
he again jerked forward and his hands and whole body was shaking with it now. Jisoo eyes fell on the figure standing near the bathroom door and she looked up surprised.
Js: Sir....you are back?
Jungkook refused to acknowledge her instead his angry orbs were fixed on the mess of a boy sitting on the floor with the stink of vomit and alcohol surrounding his. His eyes didn't soften.
His head would have dropped into the toilet seat if Jisoo had not placed his hand on his head. His eyes dropping not even able to look up at him. The tub was filled with broken glass and both could hear him breathing heavily.
Jk: Out Jisoo
His tone was bone-chilling. The coldness in his voice made her move back in fear.
Js: But Sir need-
Jk: I SAID GET OUT!!
His hands were shaking trying to find something for support. His hair was all vet in vomit as he finally lifted his eyes to look at him.
Th: Wh...at are you doing here..?
he asked unable to recognise his own voice. He didn't answer. He took in him form standing there and assessing. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
Jk: Get up
he laughed hysterically at his command. His dropping eyes tried looking up at him for a challenge. Refusing to back down.he wanted to stand up and look at him at eye level As soon as he gripped the toilet seat to get up, his legs gave out. he fell down steadying himself with his shaking hands.he was trying very hard but everything was moving. The bathroom looked like it was rotating on its axis Minutes passed and he couldn't get up. His eyes watching his each struggle closely.he looked gross No one will come near him let alone touch his in such a state. The stink of vomit was unbearable.
