Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #67 A Monster's Redemption

 I drove straight to Yoongi's. I parked the car at the nearest bus station. I could hardly keep the damn thing in between the lines. My head was empty, my movements mechanical. I didn't have a clue what I was hoping to achieve. Solitude? Comfort? Something as simple as a place to sleep?

I dragged my feet up the steps of the old complex. I reached his door, slamming my head against it since my brain was too cloudy to remember how to knock. It took numerous rams of my elbows, toes, and shoulder for him to finally open the door.

"Jungkook?" He croaked, his voice raspy from slumber. My eyes were puffy, my cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He opened the door wide, his gaze darting to the blood splattered up my neck, down to my cracked knuckles. He swallowed hard before gently pulling me inside by the elbow. We huddled in the hallway.

"What happened?" He spoke in a whisper. I swayed, exhaustion making it impossible to keep myself upright.

"I hurt him." I mumbled in a pathetic breath. I didn't even believe my own words.

"Hurt who? What happened?" He uttered quickly, his expression creasing into worry. I shook my head, my lip began to quiver. He looked taken aback. He gently pulled me into a tight hug, my head rested on his shoulder.

"I didn't mean-" I whimpered. I sucked in a strained breath.

"I didn't mean to." I cried. He patted my back gently.

"Who did you hurt, Jungkook. What happened?"

"Taehyung-"

I sucked in another breath to push down another sob.

"Jungkook, calm down. It's okay, just tell me-"

"No. No you don't get it. I'm no fucking different, Yoongi. I'm just as bad as my father." I wept in defeat. He pulled me away and cupped my cheeks.

"Jungkook, look at me. That's not true. You know that's not true."

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm a monster. I couldn't- I didn't know how to just-" My words were lost in another whimper.

"You hit him?" Yoongi asked firmly. I nodded. I brought my hands in between us to show him my knuckles. He stared at them. His silence was more than enough to validate just how bad I fucked up. I released another sob and covered my face, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes.

"I didn't want-" I wept.

"I wasn't trying to hurt him. I don't know what got into me-"

I shook my head and pulled away as Yoongi tried to pull me closer.

"I couldn't stop myself." I sighed into my hands.

"Did he do something to you?"

I shook my head.

"He didn't even do anything wrong-" I quivered. Yoongi sighed and leaned against the hallway wall.

"Jungkook."

"Jungkook, listen to me."

I looked up to face him.

"Apologize."

I nodded and looked back to the floor.

"I will-I will- I just-"

"Jungkook. Do you know the one thing your father can't do? Apologize. Just apologize to Taehyung. A genuine fucking apology. If you didn't mean to hurt him, then there shouldn't be any reason you can't just apologize."