Please

<Happy Tears>

"Kookie..?" Taehyung whispered, staring up at the male with wide glossy eyes. Jungkooks head quickly turned to Taehyung when he heard the small voice whisper the nickname.

Shock filled his face when he noticed that was his lost friend. "Oh my god! Taehyung?!" He murmured.

Keith glance between the two reunited males and laughed, breaking the two away from their moment. "Well, this is fucking hilarious!" He exclaimed, looking at Caleb with amusement "the little bitch had friends!" He laughed loudly, his laugh was a gross barking sound that never failed to make Taehyung shiver. Taehyung never removed his eyes from his younger friend. "Well officer Jeon," Keith growled out once he stopped making the awful noise. "This little bitch is under my custody. I have papers and everything."

Jungkook rolled his eye, finally tearing his gaze from Taehyung, who was still sitting on the floor. He let out a loud scoff, "and that happened under illegal terms. But I'm not even here for that reason." He moved closer to the two males still near the bed, his gun still pointed at Keith's chest. "You are a fucking bastard who has been running a human trafficking business for over sixteen years, kidnapping and threatening women, men, and children alike. Among these charges and many others, Keith Norman you are under arrest."

Keith laughed once again hurting Taehyungs ears, "oh yeah. And what are you going to to do? You think that little gun scares me kid?"

"I didn't think it would." Jungkook shrugged, "people like you don't have hearts, only a heart can feel fear."

Taehyung stayed quiet but pushed himself up onto shaky legs. His movements caught the attention of everyone else in the room. Jungkook motioned him to move farther away from the older men and closer to himself. To which Taehyung obeyed, sitting on the chair Jungkook was previously located. He curled in on himself, tears of joy pricked at his eyes. God really did listen to him...

"Hey, Taehyung," Keith spoke up a gross smirk plastered over his lips. Taehyung did want to look up, he didn't want to respond, he really didn't. But he did. Keith gave him a hard glare with his gross smirk, "Don't look so happy. Prison has never stopped me before, and once I get out I'm coming for your ass. And the outcome won't be pretty."

Shocked, and fearful of those words Taehyung started to shake, his arms wrapped themselves around his legs and his face buried into his knees.

Jungkook growled darkly, almost inhuman. "I'll personally make sure you never see the light of day." He wasn't in control of his next actions, his anger fuelled his movements. His knuckles came in contact with Keith's jaw. A loud snap was heard, making Taehyung flinch and look up.

His eyes widened at the sight, Keith laying on the floor holding jaw and Jungkook moving closer, getting on top of the older male. "You sick fucker!" He exclaimed landing another punch on the male's face, "sadistic prick!" Another, "disgusting pig!" Another. Caleb tried prying the cop off the other, but it was no use. And Taehyung could only stare in shock, his eyes wide and hand covering his face.

"Dude!" Caleb shouted, finally shoving the younger man off his colleague. "What the fuck!?" He attempted hitting the officer, successfully landing a punch but not giving much damage.

Jungkook glared back, "I knew you were all bark." His voice was low and dark and scary, Caleb was shocked, this younger male was fucking crazy. Jungkook was quick to shoot back landing a harsh punch to Caleb's stomach making him churn over in pain. The officer then proceeded to knee him in the face knocking him out. "Weak fucks." Jungkook murmured, pulling out his handcuffs from a bag he had laying in the room, cuffing the two beaten older men.

He turned to look at Taehyung, the wide-eyed male stared up at him shocked. Jungkook made his way over to the smaller framed male, his expression softening as he gets closer. "Taehyung hyung. God, I missed you." He whispered out once they were closer.

The elder's glossy eyes only stared at the male in front of him. "Hyung..." Jungkook slowly lifted one of his hands to the others cheek, to which Taehyung flinched slightly. His hand was mere inches from the other cheek, "may I?" He asked gently, "I'm not going to hit-" he was cut off by Taehyung throwing himself into the youngers arms putting his tear-soaked face into the officers' shirt crying.

"Thank you thank you thank you." He repeated over and over. Tightly hugging his friend, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his tears wetting Jungkooks shirt. And Jungkook didn't care about the fabric, he hugged the male back with just as much force. Never wanting to let go, never wanting to lose the male again. He couldn't go through that again.

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