fiction|| taekook

둘| jungkook

RAP3 WARNING!! (not all the way, but yk—)

jungkook struggled to fall asleep that night.

despite of the fort of white pillows at either side of him, along with a fluffy white comforter on his queen sized bed, he couldn't fall asleep.

despite the golden twinkling lights that were hanging from the ceiling to make it look like the boy's room had the glowing stars that he loved so much, his eyes wouldn't shut.

even the cold breeze gently carding through his raven locks from the small window on the wall farthest from the door, he couldn't get taehyung out of his head.

even if taehyung's voice was calming enough to lull one's insomnia to sleep, to wash away one's demons, it only kept jungkook thinking even more.

and when jungkook finally fell asleep, taehyung still lurked within his dreams.. his strong arms, his gentle eyes, his soothing voice, it was all there. and when he woke up in the middle of the night, taehyung was still on his mind.

"fuck it. i'm going to look for him!" jungkook suddenly announced in his head, immediately grabbing his house keys from his nightstand and burst outside into the cold night with just his slippers, and slightly skimpy pajamas.

he wore basketball shorts with a simple white t-shirt. however, the shorts were old and no longer the length of basketball shorts on jungkook's now grown body.. more like shorts that fell to his mid thigh and would occasionally ride up as the boy walked. the t-shirt he wore was loose, slightly see through in the lighting of the tall lampposts that lined the sidewalks of his city, showing off his odd, yet enticing feminine waist.

of course, jungkook's adrenaline swept the thought of the cold.. or possibly a rapist in the allies, out of his mind. his only sole thought was on taehyung and where he could find him. the boy truly needed him more than anything.. his comfort, his warmth, his addicting voice, and his subtle, yet masculine scent.

though jungkook did not grow up wealthy, but he was an only child. a spoilt one at that. the boy wanted taehyung more than anything... and he wouldn't stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

jungkook soon neared the corner where the convenience store was located, a slightly dirty, run down one. it was one of the cheaper ones that criminals went to for cigarettes and shit.

the boy was starting to feel the cold and he shivered, hugging his arms. goosebumps covered his arms as the adrenaline wore off, only to be replaced with the fear of being outside this late.

he whimpered quietly as he looked around warily, not noticing the dark alleyway he just nearly walked past before the young boy was grabbed from behind, and he could only let out a muffled scream as a filthy hand covered his mouth harshly.

the man behind him pulled him into the alleyway before pushing him against the wall harshly. jungkook let out a small cry as he felt the rough wall slightly tear through his thin shirt. the man licked his lips before speaking.

"damn.. they were right when they said you were pretty.. maybe we'll be able to keep you this time after i'm done, yeah?"

jungkook shook his head quickly, his doe eyes already wet with tears, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the man's large hand— that was still covering his mouth tightly.

the man took his hand away from jungkook mouth, slapping him across the face with a loud 'smack!'

jungkook simply gaped at him, a whimper spilling out of his lips as he shook with sobs.

"stop fucking crying, bitch!" he yelled into his face, gripping his chin, "such a turn off, let's just get this over with before you kill my fucking vibe."

with that, the man tore the shirt easily off of jungkook's small frame, the boy shaking his head rapidly, "p-please, please n-no!"

smack!

"if you'd just shut up, it'd be over quicker.. but i think that i'll have fun torturing you here."

the man roughly tilted up the boy's chin before starting to harshly nip and suck at his neck, jungkook sobbed at the pain, weakly hitting his captor's shoulder.

"help!!" he screamed before the man growled, putting his hand over the boy's mouth once again before starting to pull his shorts off.

"now, you're going to fucking get i—"

the man was cut off with a punch straight to his face, knocking him off the sobbing boy who immediately slid to the floor at the release from the man's rough grip.

his vision was blurry with tears— though he was glad, he heard the cracking of bones multiple times as the men fought which was something that the innocent boy absolutely did not want to see.

with his face buried into his knees, arms around his small body protectively, jungkook felt himself violently shaking— he couldn't control himself. it was suddenly hard to breathe through the sobs, and the shaking, and the fighting, and the cold all at once— and that's when the sound of bones cracking stopped, followed by panicked footsteps that got louder as they neared jungkook's now hyperventilating body. occasionally a whimper would slip past his lips as his tears streaked across his delicate face— a beautiful, yet invisible painting of pain drawn onto his features.

"jungkook-ah."

the voice of jungkook's savior finally spoke, and a deep sound made its way to jungkook's ears.. just like the once forbidden music out on the streets after a horrid war... that's how it sounded to jungkook, and he felt like dancing just as the people would do.

"i need you to breathe for me, love, can you do that?"

'for you, of course.'

"y-yes— t-taehyung ?"' jungkook stuttered out pathetically, his head slowly moving to meet taehyung's gaze after his breaths finally mellowed down.

"yes, it's me, kook. what the hell are you doing out here this late? you're not suppose to be here."

jungkook felt like he was being scolded.. like a naive little kid. however, this naive little kid was a brat that didn't want to admit why he was out.

"i-i can take care of myself!" he bluffed, pouting stubbornly as he hugged his cold arms.

taehyung simply sighed at the boy's response, taking off his leather jacket, "if you could, then you would've had a jacket," he said as he slipped the jacket over the shivering boy's shoulders, "let's get you home."

jungkook's cheeks went red in embarrassment as he realized that taehyung was right, he was pretty terrible at taking care of himself despite being an adult college student— with a partial scholarship— and living completely on his own.. so he admitted defeat.

"i...i was looking for you.."