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Chapter 14

Ok, I made this chapter shorter and I'll try to make the others around the same length. 

Key word: Try

Chapter 14

As quietly as possible, Jungkook opens the front door to his house. The brunette is hoping that his father is asleep, but those hopes went flying out the window when the light suddenly gets turned on, making Jungkook stop in his tracks. "You." His drunk father walks towards him. It's around 3am and Jungkook just came home from the party. He walked his lovely boyfriend, Taehyung, home just before this. "Do you think we don't notice when you come home late everyday, huh?" No, he nor his wife cares.

 But his father needs something to yell at him for, something to hit him for. Usually, he doesn't even have a reason and he hits him, yells at him reminding him how much of a freak he is and how much they don't love him. Jungkook can't remember the last time his mother spoke to him. She's always high, with empty and cold eyes.

 "Were you out partying? screwing and fucking around with boys and girls?" Mr. Jeon pushes him down to hit the cold hard floor. "You fucking screw up!" Kick to the rips. A few hits to his jaw, giving a blue eye and a bleeding lip. Mr. Jeon gets out hit belt, and leaves purple marks on his son's back, before letting him go. Jungkook is used to this and he doesn't shed a tear.

 At least not while being hurt. His father decides to finish and Jungkook runs up to his room, locking the door. He digs his fingernails down in his arm for a few seconds to keep himself from screaming. He sheds a few hot tears, angrily wiping them away. Jungkook feels himself reach for his phone, dialing Hoseok's number. "Hobi," he loudly whispers, not wanting his mother or father to hear him. "Jungkookie? What's up?" "Hobi, I can't do this anymore. I can't stay here anymore, I can't-" Jungkook cuts himself off before his voice gets too loud.

 "Hey calm down. Pack your bags and get over here, you know you can stay here." Jungkook sighs a grateful sigh, happy he has such an amazing friend. Even though many phone calls like this has occurred between the two, this time Jungkook isn't planning on going back to his so called home. Hoseok is his brother, he is his home even though they aren't related. "Is your parent's out on a business trip?" the younger asks before beginning to back his bags. 

"As always," he hears him sigh. "See you in 15 minutes." Jungkook hangs up and quickly finishes packing his bags. He sneaks out the window easily, having done it multiple times already. He runs as fast as he can to Hoseok's, afraid his father will suddenly pop up out of nowhere and bring him back to that hellhole. 

Although he is intoxicated with alcohol and slightly light headed from just doing the deeds with Taehyung at the party, he still runs. Jungkook feels himself slightly smile when he thinks about the redhead. With his body in pain from his abusing father, he knocks on Hoseok's door. He quickly opens the door and Jungkook rushes inside and lays his bags down on the hallway floor. "You look horrible," "Thank you."

 "Did your dad go off on you again?" Jungkook nods at the older. "Stay here as long as you want too, my parents are gone for a month," Hoseok informs. "No, Hobi. I'm not going back there." Hoseok looks at Jungkook's bags and sees that he has in fact, packed a lot. "We'll figure it out okay? My parents barely lives here, I'll doubt they're gonna notice if you move in. They're gone for business trips all the time," Hoseok ruffles the younger's hair.

 Jungkook nods at him, and just as he's about to walk upstairs to sleep in Hoseok's bed, he stops him, placing a hand on his chest. The older doesn't want Jungkook to keep all his feelings inside and cry himself to sleep in a few moments. So with his light brown eyes, he stares into Jungkook's dark ones. Even though Hoseok is drunk from the party, he still knows how to take care of Jungkook. Jungkook stares into his eyes for a little longer before he closes his eyes and cries. Hoseok hugs him and the younger continues to cry on his shoulder for a while.

 "Can I get a sleeping pill?" Hoseok nods at him as he makes his way to the kitchen. Jungkook follows and swallows the pill with some water his hyung gave him. The older then turns off the lights and walks upstairs with Jungkook trailing behind. Jungkook takes off his pants and jacket before throwing himself to the bed with his back. He immediately regrets that, when he remembers the strong pain from his fathers belt. 

"Sit up," Hoseok tells him. He lifts up Jungkook's shirt to see his back. "You don't have any cuts so that's good. But a bunch of purple marks. Sleep on your stomach." Jungkook lays himself down on the stomach this time, a bit more careful. Hoseok kisses his cheek before holding his hand as they drift off to sleep.

 But before all that happened, Jimin and Yoongi were talking about how to get into Jimin's house without anyone seeing Jimin's bruised jaw.

"They're p-probably asleep any-anyways," Jimin said and Yoongi nodded at him. When they reached Jimin's house they saw the light only being turned on in the livingroom. "Okay you open the door, sprint to your bathroom, cover up your bruise and I'll tell your mom that you just really need to pee." Jimin nodded, approving of Yoongi's plan. "I-I hate l-lying t-to her," Jimin mumbled before unlocking the door. The blonde watched Jimin's plumb bum as he sprinted upstairs. Mrs. Park went out of the living room, to the hallway. She gave a confused look to the stairs. "He really needed to pee," Yoongi chuckled and Mrs. Park nodded understanding.

 "Look Yoongi, I talked with your mother. She would really like it if you would come home," Jimin's mother spoke. "And I know it's not my business, but I think you should be there for her." "What about my dad? Whose side am I supposed to be on? Which one of them are right?" Yoongi asked confused. "You don't know what happened between them do you?" Mrs. Park asked Yoongi, and he answered with nodding his head no. "Well, when your mother tells you, you can decide." "Whose side are you on?" "Your mother's. And not just because she's my friend." 

Yoongi nodded. "But it's midnight, so you can go home tomorrow." They headed upstairs, when they entered Jimin's bedroom, the small redhead stepped out of the bathroom and there wasn't a single trace of someone having hurt Jimin. "Why a-aren't y-you asleep?" Jimin asked his mother. "Do you really think I can sleep when you're not home yet?" Jimin smiled at his caring mother. "Now you two, go to bed, but before that, Jimin let me smell your breath," his mother suddenly said. Jimin gave her a confused look, but obeyed anyways. 

"Okay, you haven't been drinking anything. Good boy," his mother praised him after smelling his breath. "Now, sleep." His mother kissed both of their cheeks before leaving. Jimin took off his clothing and before he went to bed, he stopped when he walked by his mirror. He sighed before crawling into bed, not laying down yet. "What?" "Jackson i-is r-right. I'm gett-ing fat." Since Jimin forgot to take off the choker on his neck, Yoongi wrapped a finger around the ring and lightly pulled Jimin closer to him. 

He linger his lips on the younger's cheek before pecking it multiple times whilst pinching his thighs making Jimin giggle. "You're not," he mumbled on Jimin's cheek. "Now sleep," "H-Hyung, I'm not t-tired," "Even after all you've been through today?" Jimin nodded. He held onto the soft blanket with his fists, playing with it. Yoongi stared at the cute boy in awe. "Wanna watch a movie then?"

 "Y-Yeah, let's do t-that." 

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Next on Tryst: (This sounds lyek a tv show pls stop me, me es lame)

Yoongi finds out why his parents are getting divorced and Hoseok and him becomes closer friends.