Key (BTS fanfiction)

Can't Stand The Pain When It's Yours

"Noona..."

     When Jungkook comes inside far later than he should have been out I'm ready to rip him a new one, give poor Jin a break for once.  I don't look up from the tablet I'm typing lyrics on, wanting him to sweat it out for a second.  When I do look up I see Jungkook, battered and bruised, leaning against the door way watching me with a black eye.  My chair clatters on the floor as I run over to him, the smell of his own blood now overpowering as I barely reach him before his legs collapse, his full weight now in my arms. 

     "Jungkook what the hell?"

     I whisper yell in his ear while half carrying him over to the couch, setting him down and running to get the half empty first aid kit.  His face is caked with dried blood on the one side, a bruise forming on the other. 

     "Jungkook, baby, what did you do?"

     I say, using a warm cloth to wipe away the mixed tears and blood.  He flinches when I press my fingers over his worst wound, a patch of broken skin on his jawline that's usually from someone wearing rings when they punch.  His wounds don't look like a normal street fight, I count five bruises in total once I pull down the collar of his shirt.  If I didn't know better I'd say he was in a ring. 

     "Noona everything hurts..."

     He whines, every movement on his part causing a grimace.  I mutter sweet words, more focused on how this happened than his pain levels.  His wrist has a dark spot on it and I wonder how he could have gotten a bruise there of all places.  I take his hand and turn his slim wrist upwards, baffled when I see a garish "A" club stamp standing out against his pale skin. 

     "Jungkook that's the club I fight at, and that stamp says you went into the ring tonight and fought someone...Jungkook!"

     I shout when he won't look at my face, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

     "Jungkook how did you even find that place, why did you go there why were you fighting what the hell were you doing don't you know how dangerous that is?!  Don't you know how easy it is for someone to lose control there and beat you unconscious?!  Did me coming home with cracked ribs not explain the danger well enough?!"

     "Now do you understand why none of us want you fighting Key!?  You don't get it when you come home looking half dead so I had to do something before you got yourself killed!  Hoseok saw your list of fights lined up and you have one every night next week that's too much even you can't pull that off-"

     "What if I do?  What if I can and you just don't know how good I am Jungkook?  What if I can't stop fighting?"

     I say back, bewildered at the fact that Little Jungkook got himself into a fight willingly, why?  His alabaster skin is now marked with bruises and stained with blood, a part of his innocence has vanished, stollen by violence. 

     "Why?  Jungkook why did you do this to yourself?"

     I say, heart tightening when his eyes start to well up with tears again. 

     "It hurts more when it's someone you care about getting beat up, doesn't it?  It hurts to see them drag themselves home looking like the life has been sucked out of them.  Noona I did this because you've only been here for a little over a month, but that doesn't mean we aren't worried, that I'm not worried, that Tae isn't worried sick."

     "Jungkook..."

     "If you're going to keep fighting I can't stop you, after all you still think of me as a kid, I guess none of us can, but when you do go fight remember it hurts us more, it hurts, the pain is worse when it's yours and we're all left helpless."

     He says before his eyes flutter closed, his words something I've heard echoed by Hoseok and Jin already today.  Do they think I'm weak, that I can do it?  I've fought my whole life and lived with the pain, why should I stop now?  Jungkook falls asleep, small puffs of air falling out of his mouth as I walk away, grabbing my phone off the coffee table.

   "I, I need to cancel all my fights for this week, I'm leaving the ring."

     I say, deciding to at least see if I can stop such a powerful addiction.  If this means so much to Jungkook shouldn't I at least try?  I hear wicked laughter on the other end, my boss's sickening voice answering me. 

     "Oh you think you can cancel?  You think you can leave this life behind?  Sweetheart your life belongs to me and if I want to throw you into a ring against three guys double your weight then I can do that, and if I want you to be fighting until you can't stand, well, I can do that too!  I have almost fifty people betting on you for Friday night, and if you don't show up I'll make sure the fight comes to you when you least expect it, when you're in heels with your boyfriend out in the street, and then I'll find someone you care about and have them tortured until you come back to the ring, until you realize I own you."

EYO!  Why would Jungkook do something like that??  Sure it seems like it made Grey want to quit, but will she be able to?  We're almost at our 300 mark guys!  This book is climbing slowly but surely.

What I Want To Draw Your Attention To This Update:

     Haven't had enough time to research so I can write about it and such but for starters I would want to talk about We Day because I honestly think it's pretty amazing, and more of us from iGen should be passionate about things that are important to us personally.  It doesn't take much to make noise about something, and We Day seems to be doing that about all the right things.  Look it up, it's getting bigger every year.

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