taehyung pov ↓
I wait impatiently for Jungkook to arrive. My fingers endlessly tapping my knees, continuously stomping my heels against the floor. I was scared. I was scared of Jungkook not getting here in time. I'm scared of my parents coming here and taking me away.
But Jungkook promised me that wouldn't happen.
A shiver runs through my body. Something is going to happen.
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I hear a door open from behind me, cold air filling the room. I take a deep breath and get ready to turn around.
One... Two...
I swing my head across my shoulder.
"Taehyung!" He yells, running over to me, "Oh my god Taehyung! Are you alright?" He touches my face.
I look down at my lap, watching my tears fall onto my sweatpants. I sniffle a bit.
"Don't cry, baby boy." He says, lifting my chin with his fingers.
"Don't fucking touch me." I pull my head back, away from my fathers touch.
He takes a deep breath and acts his part. "Well okay." I see evil in his smile, making me want to scream in anger.
An officer walks over to us. "Sir-"
"Did you find who kidnapped him?" My father asks. I cringe at his lies. "If you did I want him arrested."
"Ah yes. We'll be taking care of all that. You two may leave now." The officer smiles and goes on his way.
I want to cry. I want to cry forever. I want to cry on Jungkooks shoulder. I just want to yell and run and get away but I just can't.
"Come on son," my dad begins, "mom is waiting for us at home." His voice is dark and scary. I feel more tears stream down my cheeks as I shake my head. I feel him grip my arm. "I said lets go kid." He yanks me up, causing me to wince in pain.
"Don't fucking touch him."
