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[21] throe

warning: this chapter contains some mentions of sexual harassment, if you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read, i would hate for you to feel discomforted by the scenes written.

"You don't remember what he looks like?" Jungkook sobbed into his knees, shaking his head for the millionth time. Jin was sitting beside him, careful not to touch him in anyway as he tried to encourage the boy to go to the nurae. Namjoon stood beside him pacing as he tried to get an idea of who had done this to their best friend's little brother.

"I just want Taehyung..." Jungkook whispered with a broken cry. He refused to put on the shirt the two had so kindly brought him, his own shirt still with the senior who had removed it in the first place.

"I'm sorry Jungkook but Taehyung isn't here."

"But he should be!" Jungkook puled desperately and loudly - probably catching the attention of anyone within a ten metre radius. He was completely distraught. He felt vulnerable, he felt ill, he felt disgusting. Every unwanted touch seeming to have burned into his skin. It felt like knives were buries under his skin as he gasped for breath and winced into the cold air. There were clear bruises leaving a trail from his jaw to his collarbone, dark and red. 

"Jungkook, we need to get you to the nurses office. You are clearly too sick and distressed to stay for the rest of your classes." Namjoon murmured softly, but the boy shook his head, slapping his hand away when he tried to help him to his feet.

"Don't touch me!" Namjoon frowned, lowering himself so he was at eye level with Jungkook.

"We are going to take you to the nurse, get you patched up, then get Hoseok to take you home. I'll get ahold of Taehyung, try to persuade him to come see you, because I'm sure he'll want to." Jungkook leaned his head back against the frame of a shelf as he inhaled and exhaled softly. He promised himself he wouldn't cry again, though got the feeling he'd end up doing so anyway. His neck was on display to the two, both exchanging glances of shame.

"Please don't tell Hoseok about this..." he finally whispered, fumbling to grab the shirt that he'd thrown across the room during his breakdown. "He'll lose his mind, then end up getting hurt..." Namjoon knew someone would have to tell the younger's brother, it wasn't something that should've been kept a secret.

"For now, Jungkook. But you're going to have to tell him sometime, he's your brother. It's his job to look after you."

"So why isn't it mine to look after him?"

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The shirt was one of Namjoon's he had in his bag so it was far to big for the fifteen year old now wearing it. It fell off his shoulder, which was not helpful in the current situation. So Jin gave him his jacket to wrap around himself. He found his brother's friend's acts of kindness comforting, but he still felt the hole in his heart, and the sickening feeling in his stomach when he remembered the way Taehyung had yelled at him, and how he'd so carelessly pushed him away.

He couldn't help but sniffle in an attempt to avoid tears, wrapping the jacket tighter around him as they approached the school nurse room. Many students from within their own classes stopped to stare at the three. Some curious as to why one of their teachers was leading a young student around, and why that young student was in tears. Though most just shrugged it off, except for two individuals.

"Jungkook!" At the call of his name, he looked up as two pairs of heavy footsteps became evident behind the three. Jungkook shrunk in on himself, hiding his face under his fringe. "Hey, are you okay?" He peeked up, seeing the two who had been calling out to him were Jongup and Junhong.