Friday 13th - A BTS FANFICTION

Chapter 18 - Get Some Sleep

That night, Jungkook couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned on the couch where Yoongi had spent the night before.

He couldn't leave his Hyung like that - in prison until the day he died...

But he didn't want to be captured either...

He would have to use his intelligence, but right now his brain was a mash. So many things spinning around that he couldn't focus. He didn't even realize Taehyung standing beside the couch.

The fluffy haired boy was wearing a simple white vest and shorts, and he knelt down next to Jungkook's head like Jimin had done to Yoongi.

"Are you ok? You've been rolling around so much the pillow is about to fall off the sofa..."

Jungkook smiled and sat up quietly.

"Sorry... did I wake you?" He asked.

"I don't usually sleep much anyway." Tae said. "What's up?"

Jungkook sighed and ran a hand through his hair as Taehyung sat beside him.

"He must be feeling so alone..." The younger boy sighed, and Tae knew he was referring to Yoongi.

"Listen, Min has been alone for more years than you have lived. Generally, I was surprised he came to get us out. I thought he would enjoy his last few days alone like he has lived the rest of his life, but no. I guess he does care..."

"Yoongi always cared." Jungkook said softly. "From the minute I met him... he cared really."

Jungkook remembered their first meeting in the bar... and how Yoongi threw up on his shoes...

"Ok maybe not the first moment... but around that time." He laughed.

Outside, rain pattered against the pains gently, as quiet as the beating of butterfly wings against the glass, but the taps still echoed around the room.

"Who are you, Taehyung?" Jungkook asked.

Tae looked confused.

"Me?"

"Yes. Who are you really?" The younger repeated.

"You know who I-"

"I want all of it. Who was Yoongi? Who are you?"

Tae sat back on the couch and sighed.

"It is a very long story..."

"We've got all night." Jungkook said quickly. "I am patient."

"Well... I guess it began when I was a kid. I was never popular at school, and was often picked on by the other boys. They said I looked like a girl, and that my voice sounded funny. They also teased me because of my clothes. I never met my mother and my father wasted most of the money on soju, so I never had much to spend. Soon, the teasing turned into bullying... and things just got worse and worse every day."

Tae explained to Jungkook about the day when he was left locked in a cupboard with his hands bleeding after being abused by some of the other school children. He was weak and hurting, and had no phone due to lack of money. All he could do was scream and cry through the door in the hope someone would come and let him out.

"I was 12 years old." Tae sighed.

"Did anyone let you out?" Jungkook asked.

"He found me. Yoongi must have heard my hopeless screaming and come to the door. I can't have been a pretty sight, with red, puffy eyes and bleeding hands, but he was unbelievably calm. He helped me up and took me to the medical room, but left as soon as a nurse came. I didn't see him for a while until a few months later..."