| Abused Love | {vkook/taekook ff}

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(a/n: i.am.tired. so sorry if this is terrible!)

"beer cases! fucking beer cases in my garage damn it!" i jolted up from my deep sleep at my desk when i heard my fathers distressed yelling.
oh shit!
i had to get out of there, i want sure what my father would do, but it definitely wouldn't be good. i slipped on my shoes (still partly asleep) and turned off my light, i locked my bedroom door as an attempt of slowing down my raging father. i slid open my window, the cold breeze blowing through my hair.

i got one foot out the window when i heard pounding on my bedroom door, "jungkook open the fuck up!" my breathing quickened as i stumbled the rest of the way out of the window. it was higher than expected, i landed awkwardly on my foot hearing a 'snap.' i bit my lip, trying not to make a sound as i feared my father would take the hint and storm out the front door after me instead. tears threatened to fall down my cheeks as i stood up and tried to run down the streets.

"where the fuck am i gonna go?" i didn't have any clue. i just limped down the street, trying to put on a brave face, but the pain from my ankle was unbearable! i'll.. just rest here for a bit.. i'll call chanyeol..

i fell down under one of the street lamps, just a few blocks from my house. i was worried my father would come looking, but i didn't budge. oh and great. i don't have my fucking phone thanks to a certain someone. i scanned the streets, looking for the phone booth that i thought i remembered seeing from driving down the street everyday. oh shit.. it's a few blocks that way, oh stop being a pussy and get up and walk!

i forced myself to my feet, putting most of my weight on my left side (the non injured side) as i limped down the street. i felt so hopeless and weak.. i hated feeling this way.. having to flea from my home out of fear from my own father..

**

it was getting late, i helped yoongi clean up the pizza boxes and cans after we finished eating.

"thanks, this was fun.. and sorry about hoseok.." i chewed the inside of my lip, still feeling a bit guilty even after all the times yoongi said it was okay..

"don't worry about it, i'm glad you had fun.. even if that meant almost going to jail." he chucked with his adorable gummy smile witch made heat rush to my cheeks at his cuteness. "but taehyungie.." his voice was more serious, i hummed in response, "don't let that guy control your life okay? learn to take control of the situation. even if it means giving him a black eye or something." he winked and nudged my arm. i i giggled at the olders comment,

"sure thing." he patted my back and yawned.

"want a ride back?" he offered, reaching for his keys. i went to decline his offer (after all he's done for me, i could at least walk back home) but he changed his expression and grinned. "on second thought, i'll drive you anyways. let's go." he beamed a smile and opened up the door for me.

"you don't have-" he slug his arm around my shoulder and walked me out of the room and down the stairs. my stomach did flips, yoongi was much more affectionate as i remembered.. maybe this hoseok guy has something to do with it.

**

the pain in my ankle was numb, i felt like my shoe got a size smaller from the swelling, but it didn't stop me from keeping a steady pace down the street in search for a phone booth. the street was empty, not even a single car had passed by me. i had a gut feeling i was getting further away from a phone as there was no more street lamps lighting my way.

"ugh where the fuck is it!" i cursed under my breath, i couldn't turn around and go home.. my dad found my fucking beer stash, he would beat me to a pulp!