STRAIGHT | VKOOK

THIRTY SEVEN

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Taehyung pushed Jungkook out and slammed the door shut in his face, locking it from inside. He let out a breath and pressed his hands to the door, leaning his forehead against the hard wood.

He heard Jungkook calling out to him from the other side, knocking loudly on the door, asking him to open it. He was crying. Taehyung could tell he was crying.

"I'm calling the police Tae.." Jungkook sniffled, his voice muffled through the door.

Taehyung let out a low breath, his hand clutching the door knob, eyes closed, "You left your phone in my room I think."

Jungkook let out a sob, smacking his palm against the door in frustration, "Taehyung, I swear to God that- that if you don't open the door... I will- I will never talk to you again." He let out in a defeated voice, rattling the door knob. Taehyung sighed, banging his head against the door in annoyance.

"Fine. Fine, don't talk to me but I'm not letting you in. Not when- when my Dad is around." Taehyung called back. Jungkook banged the door loudly with his fists, sobbing lightly, "Tae, please. Please open the door. You don't have to go through this. Please!"

"Go home Jungkook." Taehyung said softly, not sure if Jungkook heard him through the door because Jaesun walked up to him from behind and placed his hand on his shoulder, causing him to whimper out in fear.

"Are you done?" Jaesun snarked in a low, raspy voice. Taehyung felt his knees go weaker, holding onto the door for support, "No." He whispered, wanting to push Jaesun away and run out to Jungkook.

He regretted his words immediately when Jaesun gripped his neck from behind and slammed him into the door, pinning him down, "No?"

Taehyung let out a mewl, clawing at his father's arm desperately, "I-I mean- I mean yeah-yeah I'm-I'm done." He stammered, squirming to get out of his grasp.

He let out another whimper when Jaesun grabbed his hands harshly and twisted them behind his back, tightening his hold around his collar, "Aren't you getting a little too bold these days? Speaking back to me, raising you voice. Your filthy little boyfriend taught you that?"

"He- he is not my-" Taehyung began but Jaesun kicked him in the leg, making him yelp in pain, dragging his nails down the wooden frame of the door.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Jaesun growled, pulling Taehyung's head back by his hair and then shoving it back into the door. Taehyung let out a small sound, shaking his head, literally quivering in fear.

Jaesun gripped his hair again, making him crane his neck back to look at him, "Aren't you engaged? Aren't you getting married in, like, five fucking months? And you are cheating on your fiancé with a fucking guy?"

"Jia- Jia doesn't want to get married. She knows- she doesn't mind- she knows about Jungkook." Taehyung let out, gulping dryly. Jaesun let out a dry chuckle, "Well, guess who does mind."

He pushed Taehyung backwards. Taehyung looked at him in fear, backing away into the wall. Jaesun glared at him, eyes red and darkened, disgust dripping from his face.

"Do you know who does mind?" Jaesun yelled. Taehyung shook his head helplessly, trying to back away further into the wall, hands on his sides, trying to find a way out.

Jaesun looked around and picked up the glass ash-tray off the table and threw it at Taehyung, "I do!" He shouted. Taehyung whimpered out, covering his head with his hands as the glass shattering on the wall close to him.

Jaesun picked up a glass center peice off the table and threw it at him too, "Your mother does! I told you this before and I will say it again. I have no sons who are fags." Jaesun barked, seething with rage.