Jungkook had been in good hands, since day one. Not only has his childhood been one of the good ones, never had he actually to deal with serious things, because he had his parents and Seokjin for that. Everyone treated him well and if he needed something there were a handful of people offering him all kinds of advise as well as help. Maybe that was the reason why Jungkook was lacking the feeling of emptiness and why Yoongi started to despise him in a way.
Yoongi found himself drawn to that lovely face of Jungkook, he really liked to hear his laugh, but something about him seemed to make Yoongi lick his lips in frustration, aroused at the tensed atmosphere.
Why was it that somebody like him, such a good child, seemed to grow so attached to somebody like him - somebody that wasn't searching for trouble, but looked like it.
In reality Yoongi just didn't like to admit that Jungkook was the better option and perhaps he had to let go of Namjoon, because Namjoon drank excessively and made Yoongi hear too many high pitched voices lustful moaning in the early morning hours when all he wanted was to bring some food for his friend and look after him. When Namjoon wasn't busy gathering always the same kind of women around him he would cause trouble, he would yell and kick people that were way above his height and piss them off but never actually get beaten up - he had Yoongi for that.
Yoongi didn't want to belive that he had just become a slave to Namjoon.
He kept remebering the things, the small details, such as Namjoon always bringing Yoongi a slice of his favourite cake when he and his mom had made it again.
Lemon pie.
What if Namjoon's lips tasted like lemon pie?
Surely they did in Yoongi's imagination, he liked to fantasize.
Maybe all the women that clinged to Namjoon's lips really liked lemon pie. Lemon pie, mint leaves and fresh shimmering gold honey.
However, the truth was bitter, a burning sensation.
In reality Namjoon's lips tasted sour, bitter and burning like the liquids he gulped down, those that made him get in trouble and change, change to an extend that it made him take use of Yoongi, because his shirts had been clean lately.
Yoongi had noticed how Jungkook started to look through the fabric of his white shirts and this worried glance, Yoongi couldn't stand it. He wore a black shirt so the blood stains weren't too visible, he sat there, leaning against Namjoon's end of the bed, when the drunk male took him by the shoulders to lift him up, pushing against his bruised chest with the modern-art-like wounds all over it, so that he landed on the overused matress and Yoongi knew exactly where this was going.
Lips pressed against his, but where was all the lemon pie?
Nothing seemed smooth and soft, only rushed, Namjoon's teeth drilled into Yoongi's bottom lip like needles and it ripped away the dry layer of skin above Yoongi's lips. Fresh blood made it hard to pull back.
Oh, how did Yoongi want to push him away a little and ask for gentle treatment.
The way Namjoon scratched his back and ran with his fingers over his damaged skin was rough, distant and way too cold, like the rest of alcohol from Namjoon's mouth that now ran over their tongues down into Yoongi's throat making him flinch and feel the cold dripping down in his tummy, causing all the damaged butterflies to freeze.
It hurt -
The truth hurts,
- no this was what Yoongi wanted, no matter which way, screw Jungkook and his picture perfect fascade, with all those little cuts in his wrists,
but secrets kill.
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A/N: I'd like to let you all know that Namjoon lowkey sexually abused Yoongi in this chapter, Yoongi however, told himself that he wanted it and that's why i used the truth hurts,
