Black on Pastel <Vkook>

27. Ruined

Taehyung immediately regretted ever leaving the room when he saw the 4 familiar men standing in the middle of the hall. He scanned the place for Jungkook, but the boy was no where to be found. He angrily made his way to Yoongi, who was standing infront and Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok.

"Yah! Min Yoongi!" He yelled, getting the green haired makes attention, "what the fuck are you doing here?"
  
He shot a glare at Hoseok as well, but the older avoided his gaze, shifting uncomfortably and looking at the ground. But Yoongi looked pleased with himself. Smirking as he spoke.

"Well I came to see your cute little boyfriend's art show-"

"The hell you were!" Taehyung yelled back. Yoongi's mocking tone made Taehyung's face get hot, "why the fuck are you here?"

"Chill out Tae. I meant no harm-"

"Shut the fuck up. I know good and well you didn't come here just for shits and giggles."

"Kim Taehyung, you really are strange," Yoongi smirked, "one week you'll be begging me for everything I have... Then the next, you want my ass out of your life? You don't do that to poor little Jungkook do you?"

This struck a nerve in Taehyung. He really didn't want to make a scene in a place like this. It could hurt Jungkook's reputation. But Yoongi was also a total asshat. He went close to him, their face inches apart, and he talked softly through gritted teeth.

"Listen, Min Yoongi, there's a difference between you and Jungkook. When I run to you, it's only because I want something from you. Something artificial and temporary. But Jungkook has always been there when I needed him for constant relief."
  
Taehyung grabbed Yoongi's collar and pulled him in forcefully.
  
"Every single time. In the past, when I genuinely needed a friend, all you did was shove drungs in my face, telling me they would make me feel better, when all you did was turn me into an addict."
  
He then turned his attention to Hoseok who just stood back and watched it all happen.
  
"And you, Hoseok. You were my fucking best friend. But you gave into him to. All you did was make matters worse. There's been so many times when I needed you and you just fucking left me! Unlike you two, Jungkook actually cares about me. Now, tell me where he went."

Yoongi smirked once again and pushed Taehyung off of him.
  
"You're useless Kim Taehyung."

A fist collided with a cheek bone and Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin all fled out of the hall and into the cold streets of the city.

"You know you'll be back one day," the words escaped Yoongi's lips as another hand roughly pounded against the same face. The two boys collapsed onto the ground. Bloodstained fists clenched around a shirt collar as Yoongi smirked.

"You'll always be a junkie, Taehyung."

A final blow was made before Taehyung stood up and fled out the back doors and down the hallway. Yoongi stayed, sitting in the middle of the floor as people around stared. Was there no fucking security here?

Taehyung ran down the hall, searching for someone who had seen Jungkook, when he passed a small bundle curled up in a corner of a small corridor. Taehyung backtracked and went to the small ball, to find the raven haired male. His vomit covered the floor in front of him and he held his head in his hands and breathed hard and fast and unevenly. Tears flowed down his face as he let out little choked up screams of pain and he struggled to take in air.

Taehyung rushed to him, careful to touch him as he was shaking erratically.
 
"J-Jungkook," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes at the sight.
  
"Jungkook, are you okay?"

"T-Tae-hyung... I c-c-can't br-eathe," the younger choked out.

Taehyung frantically looked around and took off to find a cup of water, returning soon after he found a half empty bottle in a nearby trashcan.

  "Here," he said uncapping the bottle, "drink this."
  
He handed the bottle to Jungkook who took it in his shaking hands. He sipped it ever so slowly, still crying and hiccuping at the loss of air. But he soon he stopped and Taehyung pulled him tightly into his chest.

"T-Tae," the younger cried out, but Taehyung patted his head and shushed him.

"You're okay," he reassured, "I'm here."

Jungkook took slow and deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Taehyung held him tight, kissing the top of his head every now and again, hoping to give him some comfort. He clenched his fists, thinking about what he would do to Yoongi if he ever saw that bastard again. He purposefully tried ruining Taehyung's life for some extra money, and when someone came along to save him, Yoongi had to stop it. The anger coursing through Taehyung's veins caused him to hug the younger tighter.

"Now," Taehyung said softly after a long while, "are you okay to tell me what they said?"

Jungkook pulled away, looking up at Taehyungs face with big brown eyes. Taehyung brought a hand up to Jungkook's cheek, but Jungkook moved from his touch and stared at the mess on his fingers.

"Tae..." He said with a shaky voice, "why is your hand covered in blood?"
  
Taehyung completely forgot about the red stains on his knuckles. Blood from Yoongi's face covered his skin. He tried to hide it but it was no use as Jungkook had seen it already. He didn't want to answer. He looked down to avoid Jungkook's stare.

"Taehyung," Jungkook said again, concern in his voice, "tell me what happened." Once again there was no answer.

   "Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung sighed. Deep down, he hated that Jungkook was trying to comfort him when he was the one in pain. He switched from victim to hero in a single second and he couldn't stand it. Taehyung hated being the victim.

"Yoongi talked about you," he said in a dark tone, "he said bad things. I couldn't let him do that... I'm sorry I made a scene at your show I just... I wasn't going to let someone like Yoongi ruin all of this for you."

Taehyung sighed, his voice cracked.
"But I guess I did that myself."

"Oh my God, Taehyung," Jungkook whined. He put his head in his hands and let out a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook," Taehyung said, "I try not to be like this but Yoongi always has to fuck up my life all the time. Ever since I met you I just wanted him to leave me the fuck alone."

Suddenly, a lady whips around the corner and glares at the boys.

"Jeon Jungkook," she sneers through gritted teeth. Something about the way Jungkook flinched at the way she said his name made Taehyung assume she was important. Perhaps one of his bosses.
  
"My office. Now."

Jungkook gave an apologetic look to Taehyung as the younger escaped his arms and left.

"And you," the lady said, turning to Taehyung, "would you mind cleaning up that mess?" She left without another word.

Taehyung stood up and looked down at the gross looking bile that sat on the linoleum floor. He sighed and decided to accept his fate.

   "Aish."

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I still really hate this chapter :,)

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