I'm sorry brother ⚣ vkook ⚣ completed

Chapter 2

-Taehyung P.O.V-

It was sunny, bright and lively outside on this Saturday, the opposite of how I felt. I was watering the plants when a motorcycle stopped in front of the house. The boy on it honked and waited a while. He looked at me and waved. Hoseok, one of Jungkook's friends. I smiled and waved back.

Within a minutes time Jungkook ran out of the house and got onto the back seat. He didn't even acknowledge my presence as the motor drove away. I couldn't exactly blame him, seeing that I said some harsh things last night. Although I didn't want to say them, they still fell out of my mouth, leaving me guilty. I didn't like the feeling of guilt at all.

Back to watering plants it is. I stretched my hands above my head for a second, carefull not to get wet. My back cracked and I groaned painfully. I put the hose down and closed the tab, my mood was even worse and the pretty flowers didn't make it any beter.

I grabbed the hamper to put in the clean clothes and began getting the dried clothes off the clothesline. Jungkook's clothes mostly. I swear, that boy wears 3 pairs of clothes a day. I carried the full basket into the house, but didn't seem to have watched my step and it flew out of my hands. All of the neatly folded clothes were once again a mess as they laid all over the ground. I fell onto the hard floor, hitting the corner of the table with my arm. I winced and groaned in pain. Stupid table.

Jungkook's study books, those were the reason I'll now have a huge blue bruise on my arm. They were spread out on the coffee table, the couch and the floor. I grew mad as I picked up a book and trew it across the room. My breath fastened and tears pricked in my eyes.

I sat there for a while, my mind flooding with all the moments I had to clean up Jungkook's mess, his books, his clothes, his dishes, everything he used he just left there for me to clean. I was done with everything.

But how could I give up on him when I promised mom and dad I'd take care of him.

I sighed and stood up, feeling tired and dizzy again, and it was just 1 pm. I picked up most of the books and carried them back to Jungkook's room, putting them on the bookshelf again. I was dead tired when all of them were placed back where they belong. When I got back downstairs I looked at the mess of fallen clothes. I just put them back in the hamper, staring at them, and not wanting to actually refold them.

I sat on the couch for a moment, shifting into a laying position after a while. I fell asleep without any notice.

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"Yah! YAH! Taehyung!" I almost fell off the couch from the loud voice above me.

"Finally you're awake, I ordered pizza, since you were too lazy to make dinner" Jungkook scoffed and walked to his room with a pizza box.

Of course he didn't order any for me.

I sighed, not hungry anyway. Looking around I saw that he left his coat and dirty shoes in the middle of the room. Seems like I had to clean up once again.

Just as I was about to stand up from cleaning the dirt from the flood, something fell on the ground. Another drip, and another. I felt a warm liquid flowing from my nose, the iron like taste getting in my mouth. I held a hand over my nose and mouth and quickly whiped off the blood before running to the sink and washing my hand. Holding my nose closed to make sure it didn't get on my clothes.

It stopped after a while, maybe 10 minutes. I cleaned the mess on the floor and washed my face and hands, going to bed after brushing my teeth, too tired to care that it was only 8 pm, and that I just slept 7 hours. The disgusting metal taste didn't leave when I fell asleep.

After almost 15 hours, my sleep was interrupted by a loud sound inside the house. I shot up and ran to Jungkook's room, where it most likely came from. I opened the door and stumbled upon a mad Jungkook and a scattered lamp near the wall.

"Did you just throw a lamp at the wall?" I asked confused.

"Get out" he muttered.

"Jungkook, why di-"

"I said get the fuck out!" He suddenly screamed and threw a book at me. It hit me on my head hard and I stumbled back, my back hit the doorknob of the bathroom awkwardly.

"I fucking hate you! I hate you so much! Why won't you just die already?!" He screamed and continued to throw objects at me. A few more books, pens, pencils, empty beer bottles, erasers, even his pocket knife. I tried to cover my face with my hands as I slid down the door.

I heard his bedroomdoor slam closed and looked up scared. Would he throw more things at me? I then looked besides me at the pocket knife that was thrown in the door, a few inches away from me. I was scared, my whole body shivered and shook, I was scared of my own little brother.

I sat there a while until I slowly got up, the wall supporting me. Then came the next task, to avoid walking on the glass shards. I took a few light steps, softly crying out in pain when I stepped on the glass fragments. I looked back to the bathroom, I'd have to clean this up first before treating the cuts.

My head hurt from the book, my arms from the pens, legs from the broken bottles, my feet from both, frankly everything hurt. However, I had to ignore the pain as I cleaned up the mess, putting his things in a neat pile besides his door and throwing the glass away. I winced with every step I took.

The first thing I did in the bathroom was picking the glass out of my arms and feet, wrapping them with gauze when blood came out. Then I turned to look in the mirror.

I was very pale, an unhealthy pale, my sweaty hair stuck to my forehead. Just above my eyebrow was a big wound, from the corner of the book. I should be considered lucky that it didn't hit my eye. But the hit left a nasty big and deep cut, which would take a while to heal, with it came the feeling of my head bursting open. Besides the recent wounds, my arms were still covered in older bruises, it seemed like every soft hit became a bruise. I suddenly noticed the tears streaming over my cheeks.

How could he? After all I've done? How could he do this to me?

I shook my head, adding more pain to the already painful headache, and whiped my tears. There was no use in crying, I have things to do and it's already 1 pm. I still need to pay Beakhyun and Chanyeol a visit, I promised I would. I once again washed my face, careful for the wound, and got dressed in my room.

Jungkook was out already, his room was empty and my wallet once again too. That fucker, he never learns.