Forelsket || taekook

Chapter 88

The gate closed with a thud. It was not just a door that got but also Jungkook's happiness.

The sound echoed louder than it should have.

Jungkook was still on the ground, his knees scraped against the cold concrete, his hands clutching empty air where Taehyung had been just moments ago. His throat hurt from crying. His chest felt like it was tearing apart from the inside.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. His mind was filled with Taehyung's bruised face, eyes that held love and pain, and maybe disappointment?

His mother was kneeling beside him, trying to hold him, whispering his name again and again, but Jungkook couldn't hear properly. Everything sounded far away, muffled, like he was underwater.

"kookie... baby... please breathe..."

He shook. His whole body shook, tears weren't stopping , images flashing before his eyes. His mind a mess.

The house behind them was quiet now. Too quiet.

Then suddenly— Pain.

A hand twisted into Jungkook's hair, fingers tight, merciless, looking up with wet and tear filled eyes, he saw jae, his brother.

Jungkook cried out as he was yanked up harshly, his body dragging against the floor.

"Get up," Jae snapped. "Enough of this drama."

"Jae—!" his mother screamed, trying to grab him.

But Jae didn't stop, too angry to care or bother about kook.

He dragged Jungkook inside like dead weight, his nails scratching the floor as he was pulled across the living room. Jungkook's head hit the edge of the table. His vision blurred.

The door slammed shut behind them.

The world ended there.

Jae threw him down.

Hard, for it to hurt. May be intentionally. 

He landed on the floor with a dull thud, his breath knocked out of him completely. He gasped, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"You think this is love?" Jae shouted. "You think you can shame us like this and cry your way out?"

Jungkook curled into himself instinctively, arms around his head, body folding inward as he could disappear.

"I'll clean your brain," Jae continued, pacing. "I swear I will. Before I lose my mind." Jae was moving backward and forward, ass if trying to get hold of something. 

"You like it up your ass, stop being a god damn faggot Jungkook." jae bent down, up to his level, clutching his hair again. Looking at him with disgust as if he touching him is burning him.

"God, you disgust me." His words were curses now. Spitting anger. Rage that had been building for years.

"Enough!" Mrs. Jeon cried, stepping between them. "Enough, Jae! Stop it!" "He is your brother, think what you are speaking."

"Think, eoma did he think before spreading his legs,.." Jae spat angrily, was about to hit him again when Mrs. Jeon came between them. She spread her arms, shielding Jungkook with her body.