the two broken boys.

Chapter Forty-Three.

Jungkook's POV

"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" I yelled in frustration. My hands were tugging at my hair. I was so tired, but I knew I couldn't sleep. I let go of my hair and grabbed my coffee mug, drinking it as fast as I could. Namjoon and Hoseok were sitting on my couch, staring at me.

"Jungkook, you need to cal-" I glare at Hoseok. I felt like punching this dumb bitch in his face. "CALM DOWN? YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN THE LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE IS GONE?" I yelled, throwing the mug onto the ground. I laughed as I watched it shatter.

It broke, just like I will eventually. I'm breaking now without him. Soon enough, I'll be broken beyond repair. 

Taehyung's phone was left here, but there were no messages.  He hadn't told anyone where he had gone. Why would he leave me? "WHY WOULD HE LEAVE ME!" I screamed. Namjoon stood up, running to me and gripping my shoulder. He used his left hand to rub my back. 

I sighed and covered my face. I felt like crying, but I wouldn't. Not in front of the boys. Suddenly, I heard a little ding. I instantly pushed Namjoon off of me and ran to the coffee table, picking up Taehyung's phone. 

It was probably a text from Jimin or Yoongi, but I didn't care. I quickly opened his phone, only to be confused. A text from an unknown number? The fuck? I opened their messages and read them. My hand balled into a fist. How could I have not seen this before? Did he leave with some guy? Some guy named Taehyun?

Was he cheating on me? Did he not want to be with me? No, no Jungkook. Don't think like that. He loves you. I read the message that was just sent, my eyes widening.

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Unknown

I have Taehyung. He is safe.

He's just like I remember.

He tastes the same.

He smells the same.

He still cries like a little bitch when I fuck him.

I missed him very much, thank you for keeping him safe.

Now, if you haven't figured it out already, I'm Taehyung's father.

You can try to get him back, it will only be more fun for me.

Here's the address **** ***** *****.

Have a nice day, Jeon Jungkook.

I look forward to seeing you soon.

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"Jungkook?" I heard Namjoon say softly. I turned to face him and his eyes widened. "You're crying. What did you find?" I raised my hand and touched my face. I was crying. How could I let them see me like this?

"His father has him. That sick bastard who raped him and abused him as a kid. He has MY Taehyung." I said through gritted teeth. Hoseok stood up from the couch, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a gun, and I stared at him in disbelief. "Well, guess we're gonna have to get him back then, huh?"

I smiled at my friend. I walked forward and hugged him. He patted my back and laughed. "Thanks, Hobi," I whispered in his ear. He pulled away and smiled at me. "Anything for my best friend."

"He gave me the address," I said and sat down. "My poor baby is suffering, so we need to get him out soon. As soon as possible. We can leave tonight." I said firmly. "I know a guy who sells weapons," Namjoon said and I looked at him with a smirk. "Of course you do, Joon," I said with a dark chuckle.

"Well, take me to your guy. We're gonna need a lot. I want this bastard to suffer." I said with an evil grin. Hoseok and Namjoon nodded and walked out the door, hopping into the car and starting it. I walked toward the door and stopped, resting my hand on it. I was still holding Taehyung's phone.

I clutched it tighter in my hand and rested my forehead on the door. I quietly whispered to myself before leaving,

"Don't worry baby, I'm coming."

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A/N

JESUS CHRIST IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE UPDATED, I'M SO SORRY!!! I've been grounded- I haven't had my laptop.  But I have it now for a little bit, so I'll try to update whenever I can. I hope you enjoyed this chapter since this is probably one of the only Jungkook POV's you're ever getting. I just prefer writing in Tae's POV. Anyway, have a lovely day/night! <3.