Bloodsport'15

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for the first time in nearly two weeks, Taehyung came home with intentions to stay for a while. "where have you been?" his mother smiled as he pulled him into a hug.

"with a friend." he explained and hugged her back.

"you should shower. dinner should be ready soon." his mother pulled away and for a good look at him. he looked just as she remembered which made her happy. the two weeks felt like months but she knew she could trust her son enough to not question his whereabouts.

as he sat in his room he began to wonder. when did he no longer feel guilty. when was he able to come to terms with killing three people. it had been only a week and he didn't feel a hint of guilt for killing Hoseoks step dad. for killing elrae. and for killing Ara.

he didn't care because it was his life or theirs.

but he didn't actually kill ara himself so it didn't bother him.

he didn't kill elrae himself.

he didn't kill anyone himself.

so why should he care?

why should he waste his tears feeling guilty when he did nothing at all.

as said before. his sense of judgment had gone out the window completely.

after taking a quick shower and rinsing out his hair, Taehyung skipped down the stairs ready to eat whatever his mother prepared but was met with another scene. his father.

"dammit you can't do anything right, women!"

"honey calm down please." his mother plead, "i can fix it."

"maybe if you did it right the first time you wouldn't have to fix it!" he screamed and raised his hand at Taehyung's mother who flinched away.

this was the reason why his mother and father didn't live together. his father had his good moment and bad moments. more bad then good, and because of this they lived in separate houses. when he was having a good moment he came to visit when he wasn't, he stayed away. he was pretty good at that- but sometimes he slipped up.

"i know and that was my fault-"

"of course it's your damn fault!"

"yelling is unnecessary." Taehyung spoke sternly as he stood between his mother and father. he kept a protective arm out, blocking her from him, "you being here in unnecessary. now please leave."

"oh you grew a pair huh? fuck out of my way kid, i'm speaking with your mother, not her son."

"you can speak to her just like this."

"Kim Taehyung."

"Kim Hyungbin."

his father grabbed his shirt and went to swung at him but his mother intervened and got hit instead. immediately his father felt bad and left but Taehyung only felt rage. a kind of rage he had never felt before.

he grabbed his mother and pulled her into a hug and she immediately broke down. "i hate him so much!" she cried making Taehyung's eyes water, "i hate myself for not properly hating him."

he only hushed her pointless words and led her to bed, telling her he would order take out and cook tomorrow instead. she said she was no longer in the mood to eat but would if she felt hungry and Taehyung sat in the silence of his house, his mind replaying how his father really hit his mother. it wasn't the first time, but it was the first time he felt this way.

he sprinted to his room and grabbed his phone and texted the one person he needed.

he dialed the number rather quickly and waited for it to ring, which it did three times but no answer. Jungkook most likely won't at this time. he's normally playing overwatch at this time.

t: i may need your help

with what? Taehyung knew what, he knew exactly what. his mind was set on it. his mind was filled with all the times his father hurt his mother. every time he's yelled at her and laid hands on her. every times he cheated and lied and said he loved her.

he walked out the house with a bottle of soju, cracking it open and taking a swing. his father was sitting on the driveway, waiting for a cab to come get him and didn't notice Taehyung walk up behind him.

the liquid courage he drank kicked in fast and he drank the rest in one shot before swinging it and cracking it open on his fathers head and stabbed he jagged pieces right into his side. he continued to stab him and let out everything he was feeling. every emotion he felt when he remembered his father hurting his mother, when he screamed, when he got drunk and raped her. all of it.

how she still cared for such a fucked up man, how she loved him, but hated that she loved him.

but how was that any different than Jungkook and Taehyung?

the lines separating the two became hazy as Taehyung came back to reality and stared at the bloody mess in front of him. "f-fuck." he dropped the glass and looked at his hand. "fuck. no! fuck!" he cried and grabbed his phone with shaky hands.

t: please answer me
t: i killed him

"okay." Taehyung let out a shaky breath and grabbed his fathers shirt. he began to drag him down the driveway and down the street, to the house where the street light didn't shine. there he could think about what to do without being seen.

his phone vibrated in his pocket and he immediately grabbed it and answered, "h-hello."

"where the hell are you? turn on your location!" Jungkook yelled as he got into his car, "i let you leave my house for a day and you kill someone? is this a joke? baby please tell me this is a joke."

"i-i.. help me."

Jungkook chuckled, "you're not supposed to follow in my footsteps, you're the hyung."

-

"damn, what did he do to you?" Jungkook asked as he examined Taehyung's father who laid in the back of Jungkook's car ontop of multiple black garbage bags.

"h-he hurt m-my mother."

"how do you feel?"

"like i'm on top of the world."

"it goes away soon, you won't like the next feeling." Jungkook replied honestly and drove to Busan Bridge.

"this your dumping grounds?"

"yup, probably 20 people from busan floating down there."

"20!" Taehyung gasped and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"from busan," Jungkook smiled and leaned over to kiss Taehyung, "you made 21."

Taehyung helped Jungkook carry his father from the backseat and toss him over the edge. he fell lifelessly and as he sunk into the water, Taehyung felt it. a sense of pride followed by completely sadness. "t-that was m-my dad."

"yup and you killed him." Jungkook pat his back, not having any time to play therapists at the moment.

"i-i didn't mean to, oh g-god. i'm g-going to jail! that was m-my dad!"

"i hate to break it to you," Jungkook replied and gets in the car, "but you're not going to jail. if you go down, i go down. and i got shit i wanna do in life."

"i can't hide something like this!"

"you can and you will."

"Jungkook i can't do that."

"look at me baby boy," Jungkook said making Taehyung heart flutter even in a moment like this, "if you say anything, you won't have to worry about going to jail. i'll kill you before the police even put you in handcuffs."

leave Jungkook to say something so romantic.