perfect man || jikook

sixteen

sixteen—

taehyung gasped when he saw the sight before him.

hoseok's shirt was ripped and bloody, but jungkook was much worse. his shirt was also ripped and torn, but he had even more visible bruises on his body than hoseok and he was bleeding in more places than the older was.

before jungkook could take a breath, hoseok was immediately scurrying out the back door and a car engine was started outside. the sound of squealing tires bounced around them, and the presence of hoseok disappeared.

"what?" taehyung asked no one in particular.

jungkook fell backwards and leaned up against the wall, wincing from the pain he was just now beginning to feel. he raised his arm and pressed at a spot on his side. he felt like he had a broken rib, or he just had something inside him brutally torn up.

"jungkook! what the hell!" taehyung rushed over and offered his support, slipping his arm under jungkooks other unused arm and across his back.

he was confused and shocked to find these two men here beating each other up like their lives depended on it, but relieved him to have come at what seemed like the right time.

jungkook grimaced as he breathed. it hurt to inhale, but he would just have to bear with it for now.

"why the hell are you here?" taehyung questioned him, bringing jungkook to the front door and helping him down the steps to the sidewalk. jungkook was reluctantly pushed into taehyung's car to sit in the passenger's.

"jungkook!" taehyung exclaimed. jungkook glanced at taehyung out of the corner of his eye and sighed. taehyung's expression was distorted to exhibit panic and confusion. "explain! because i am completely confused!"

"i'll tell you," jungkook paused and scowled as he spoke, "later." he breathed out as he said the last word. the younger put on a bitter smile as taehyung sighed in defeat, shaking his head and starting the car up.

"you shouldn't go off and do stuff like that, jungkook. you're way too reckless..." taehyung began driving back to jungkooks home.

they stepped inside, taehyung urging jungkook to sit down.

"jungkookie? are you here?" a voice from upstairs called.

jungkook almost forgot jimin was staying with him so when he heard his voice he was a little surprised to see jimin rushing down the stairs and smiling happily.

when jimin noticed jungkooks condition, his face fell and a frown replaced the once lively smile on his face.

"taehyung? why are you with jungkookie?! and why are you all beat up?!" jimin shot the questions one after the other. he was obviously worried and wanted to know how he suddenly got all of these injuries.

taehyung brushed off the questions, "i can't explain because i don't know myself, but we need to have jungkook sit down. he is hurt really badly."

jimin and taehyung ushered jungkook to the couch, forcing him to stay put. when suddenly, taehyung got a phone call.

"yes?" he answered quickly. "oh fuck." taehyung groaned, "now?" he spoke to the other end of the line. "ugh, shit." taehyung ended the call and ran a hand through his hair.

jimin, still wearing his worried expression, was questioningly staring at his friend. taehyung's mood had changed drastically.

"FUCK!" taehyung shouted up at the ceiling in frustration. "guys, i really want to stay, but i've gotta go and take care of some business. but jungkook you better tell me about it later! i mean all of it! and jimin take care of jungkook!" and taehyung left the two alone together in the living room before they knew it.

jimin looked back at jungkook, worry back on his face. jungkook looked away from his hyung and stared at the floor, his teeth still clamped together from the torment inside him.

"jungkookie, i won't ask about it now. bur you have to tell me eventually. for now tell me where your medicine and stuff is." jimin asked, sighing.

jungkook pointed to a specific cabinet and breathed out, "there."

jimin hurried over to it and grabbed whatever he could. he then walked through the arched doorway that linked the living room and the kitchen.

"seriously..." jimin mumbled and sat beside jungkook, shuffling through the medicine box he had grabbed. after snatching some medicine and bandages, he turned back to jungkook.

the younger stared at him curiously.

"jungkook, take your shirt off."

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