A new chapter {T.K} ✔️

Chapter 11

Third person's pov

"WHY? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Jungkook's voice was hoarse from shouting, and without waiting for an answer, he slapped Taehyung hard across the face once again. The sound echoed in the air, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

"Was it fun for you?" Jungkook shouted, his voice cracking. He raised his hand to slap Taehyung again, but Taehyung caught his wrist, holding it tightly.

"I did what?" Taehyung's voice was low and firm his eyes searching Jungkook's for answers. "You left me without telling me anything!"

"LET GO OF MY HANDS!" Jungkook yelled, trying to wrench free from Taehyung's grip. "I LEFT? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DIDN'T SHOW UP THAT DAY, YOU FUCKER!"

Taehyung glanced around and saw the growing crowd of onlookers. He bowed slightly, a quick, apologetic gesture, and then took hold of Jungkook's arm, steering him away. "Let's talk somewhere else," he said, his voice deep.

Jungkook yanked his arm away as they reached a secluded part of a nearby park. He was shaking with rage, tears streaming down his face. "Why did you do that? Tell me! TELL ME!" he shouted, his voice raw with pain. "Do you even have any idea how much I suffered?"

He tried to kick Taehyung, but Taehyung stepped aside, avoiding the blow. Jungkook collapsed onto a nearby bench, burying his face in his hands as sobs wracked his body.

" I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!"

Jungkook looked up, his face contorted with anger. "You want to know what happened? Fine, I'll tell you." His voice was choked with emotion as he began to recount the past.

Jungkook's past..........

It was a dark, stormy night. Jungkook sat at the railway station, a small bag clutched in his hands. The rain was pouring down, soaking him to the bone, but he didn't care. He kept glancing at the clock, his heart pounding with hope and fear.

"When will he come?" he whispered to himself, his voice lost in the sound of the rain.

Suddenly, a sharp sting spread across his cheek as he was slapped. Jungkook looked up, startled, and saw his father standing there with a furious expression. The bag slipped from his hands in fear.

"A-appa," Jungkook stammered.

Mr. Jeon glared at him, his eyes cold. "Come with me."

Jungkook didn't move. "Taehyung-"

"You still believe in him?" Mr. Jeon sneered. "I feel pity for you. Come with me right now."

Jungkook shook his head. "No."

Mr. Jeon slapped him again, harder this time. "He is not going to come."

Jungkook felt a sob rise in his throat, but he still refused to move.

Mr. Jeon grabbed him by his arm, pulling him close. "Do you know how I found out you were here? He told me that."

Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief. "N-no, it can't be true. You are lying."

Mr. Jeon laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound. "Then how did I know you were here? Now stop making a scene and come with me. I will deal with you at home."

He dragged Jungkook away, ignoring his struggles and cries. Jungkook looked back over his shoulder, desperately hoping to see Taehyung running towards him, but the platform remained empty.

As soon as Mr jeon and Jungkook entered the house, Mrs. Jeon stepped forward and slapped Jungkook across the face followed by hard smacks on his arms and head.