Right One

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞

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🥀 This chapter is the continuation of the previous chapter, if you haven't read the previous part thoroughly then kindly, do read that again. 🥀
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A/n pov:

"Jungkook open the door! I'm telling you the last time, open the fucking door!!" Jungkook trembled in fear and agony hearing the harsh tone of his uncle and feeling the loud banging on the door as he was leaning on it.

The horror of the elder person touching him the way only his taetae hyungie does curled upon him, grasping his soul in darkness, making his stomach churn in great terror messing with his brain and that welled up new set of tears in his eyes. The pearl like water droplets fell from his doe-y swollen bambi eyes, wetting his already wet scarlet apple cheeks.

"H-help please.. tae.. s-save m-me hy-hyungie.." he pleaded to no one in perticular and let his eyes roam around the room for something, anything that would help him to protect himself.

However, to his unfortunate luck, he couldn't find any objects that would help him to save himself. As he himself was a kid, there were no sharp or heavy objects in the room, fearing jungkook might get hurt by the objects. He darted his eyes at every corner of the room hoping to find anything else, his tears glistening eyes nervously glancing at the locked door inbetween. His eyes fell on a small hand-mirror laying in his toys basket.

He, gulped a little got up from the floor mustering all his courage and strength, slowly took uncertain and hesitant steps towards the basket and was about to reach the mirror when the door of the room slammed open. He froze in his spot and turned his head back looking at the door. The whole world crashed upon him as he saw a fuming and raging Woo-Sik at the door, face red with anger, nostrils flaring, taking harsh breathes, gritting his teeths as he marched towards jungkook.

He yanked back the little boy and throwed him on his shoulder taking, taking long strides out of the door and soon they were out of the house.

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"What the hell happened after he took jungkook out of the room? And what does Park Hyun-Sik and John have to do with jungkook?" Taehyung muttered in pure disbelief as the screen laid empty, both jungkook and Woo-Sik out of the cameras' sight.

"Do you have any ide-" Taehyung stopped talking when his eyes fell on Junghyun's expression. He looked lost in his own world, not knowing what to do or maybe still processing whatever he saw.

"Uncle!" Taehyung slowly shook him, trying to bring him out of his thoughts and when he did, junghyun snapped at him. Slapping his hands away, his brows furrowed and rage bubbling up in his eyes. If it were for anyone else, they would've ran away or shit in their pants looking at the raged junghyun, but Taehyung? He stayed unbothered by the fact that all his secrets are now, no longer a secret but a truth, a harsh and cruel truth, now laid on front of the whole world to see and observe, to take in all of it.

"Taehyung, I will ask you one thing and you will answer me honestly. I expect nothing but the truth from you, did you get me?" Nonchalant, Taehyung nodded his head, permitting to go ahead with the question which will demand a honest reply. He was purely anticipating that junghyun would ask him if whatever Woo-Sik had mentioned in the video was truth or not. If he was one of the tormenter of Jungkook's or not.

His anticipation came to life when junghyun let his question slip off his tongue, leaving a bitter feeling in his stomach, "did you really room advantage of Jungkook's innocence and purity? Whatever Woo-Sik had mentioned in front of jungkook, were lies, right? You did NOT betrayed pur trust, did you?"