Plastic (jjk + pjm)

Plastic; 8

I woke up to the blasting slipknot song I set up for when someone sends me a message.

I rubbed my eyes and groaned tiredly. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 4 'o clock in the morning.

Who is going to text me this late? I checked my messages.

From: Taemin
To: goldenJK

Meet me at the park pls. It's urgent.

Taemin?

I got up from my bed and slipped on a pair of pyjama bottoms and a white shirt.

I tip-toed out of my room and over to the front door. I slipped on Young-Chul's Nike sandals and quietly got out of the house.

I started making my way towards the park where the playground I met Taemin, Kai and Vernon was at.

I wonder what happened that Taemin wanted me to come to the park this late.

I made it to the park and headed to where the rusting playground was. I saw Taemin sitting in it with his head down, looking at his hands.

"I can't talk to Kai or Vernon...about this..." He whispered to himself. I went in sat next to him.

"Taemin?" He lifted his head and tears were running down his cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I can only talk to him, but he's not with me, you're the only one I can talk to, Jungkook...."

"Then talk to me--" That's when I saw the all the bruises running up his pale arms and deep scratches on his neck, face, and shoulders. His right cheek had a big bruise and his lip was busted.

"Taemin, what--?!" I grabbed his arms and got a closer look to them. These aren't scratches...

They're cuts..

"I didn't do them to myself." I looked up to his dull, sad eyes. "My dad did."

He sniffed and cried even harder. I brought him closer to me and held him, rubbing his back comfortingly.

I was shocked and furious deep inside. Why would he do this to him?!

"He took some drugs. Took out all his anger and sorrow at me." He cried softly. "I couldn't fight back 'cause I know he secretly hates me. It's my fault they separated, either way, I deserved it.."

I pushed him away from me, placed both of my hands on each side of his face and made him look at me.

"You don't deserve this, Taemin! It's not your fault your parents separated--"

"How do you know?" He cut me off with his sad, raspy voice. So much saddness was in his eyes.

Tears flooded his gorgeous dark eyes. His lips, which always held a soft smile, were red and puffy with a trembling pout.

"It's not your fault, your mom and dad told you they seperated because their love for eachother died. Do you remember you told me that?" I caressed his soft, wounded cheek. "They both cheated on eachother and lost all love in their marriage, because there was no trust or communication."

"You don't deserve this. You're a great person. No one deserves something like this. Your father is going through a tough time, just like you and your mom. He acted out because of the drugs, not because he hates you. Both of them are fighting for you because they both want you. Your mom might be salty for right now, it'll pass. They may not love eachother but they love you, Taemin."

He wiped off all his tears from his cheeks and eyes. "Watch, tomorrow he's going to apologize. But, make sure to talk to him about what happened so it won't happen again."

He nodded and gave me a small smile, "Okay..Thank you, Jungkook."

I smiled. "Let's go to my house to clean up your wounds." He nodded again as a response. We started to walk with him resting his head on my shoulder and my arm over his shoulders.

When we made it, we tip-toed quietly to my room, to the attatched bathroom I have, and I began to clean up all of his cuts and put ointment on his bruises.

He thanked me once again and I led him back to my room. "You think I can stay over?" Taemin asked me.

"Of course you can. I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to, I don't want you to go back there for tonight."

I let him borrow a pair of shorts and a muscle shirt. We layed on my bed and he faced me. "Thank you, seriously."

I looked at him and nodded, "It's no problem." I perked up, curiously, "Who's your friends? I'm guessing he is the him, you mentioned earlier."

He let out a chuckle and even in the dark, I could see his cheeks flush in a deep red. "I've known him for a long time. We always had eachother's back. We were so close, everyone thought we were dating. But, we sort of drifted apart and I have no greater trust on him than anyone though.."

He paused and continued, "Not until now. You have this vibe, that's just like his, trustworthy and caring. You remind me so much of him, in a way."

"I'm honored that you think that way of me."

He smiled, "You're a great friend, just like him.."

We spend the rest of the night talking about eachother's lives until our eyes couldn't hold on much longer.

Thank God tomorrow is Sunday..

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Filler chapter, kinda lmao.

Taemin and Jungkook's friendship level has leveled up to 75/100%