Paint Me | TaeKook

Blue - 10.2

NOTE: Long note at the back. Miss you guys. Thank you for patiently waiting.

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“What did I say earlier about my things?”

“T-that I shouldn’t touch them, because it’s not mine.”

“Correct, now have I told you to touch my book?”

“N-no, hyung. B-but I w-was bored and I asked father for a book and t-told me to come here—“

He approached him and pulled my hair harshly, making him whimper in pain

“I don’t care what father told you, its my books and you shouldn’t have laid your filthy hand just because your dumb brain is bored--” he looked at him with disgust, gone the loving image he saw in him.

“H-hyung, i-it hurts..” he released his grip on the boy’s hair cruelly, shoulder hitting the wooden floor hard, making him cry.

“You should be thankful that I’m just pulling your hair instead of crushing your filthy fingers, you unwanted ass.”

He started to kick him, his small arms the only ones protecting him, but he kicked so hard on his sides, arms and legs, that when it landed it on his stomach, it suddenly became hard to breathe, the impact sent his body into intense pain, making Jungkook shout in pain and curl his body.

This sent him to back to his senses. He nudged his body with his shoe, making him sob more.

“Shut up, Cover your mouth, he said, I don’t want father hearing that, he’ll fucking kill me, and don’t say a word—” he squatted down and held Jungkook’s tear-stained face tight “–if he knew about this, you’ll have to face me.”

And he let go of his face, stood up and went to his couch but before he sat down, he turned around and said, “Another sob, and I’ll kick you again, you don’t want that do you?” he smirked as he saw that Jungkook started crying again, and he tried to step again, the young male curled into a ball and stuttered “N-no h-hyung! I don’t want to get kicked again, n-no..”

“Good boy, now, scram, oh I forgot, you fucking can’t get up,” he chuckled “okay, you can lie there, clean the floor with your cheap clothes then leave.”
And then he lied there and crouched like a baby, as if nothing happened while his body was in pain, tears generously flowing through his face, holding his sobs, afraid that he may get up and kick him more.

Another wave of tears comes up, so Jungkook tried his best to muffle his sobs, for his brother not to kick him again.

Mom, where are you?

Mom, I miss you, when are you coming back?

Mom, I need you…

Mom..

He gasped for air and coughed, making Chansoo stir and stand up and walk towards him, making him shiver in fear

“I told you, no sobbing, right?” and he readies for a strong kick and when it hits his stomach---

“NO!”

Jungkook shouts, getting up, breathing heavily, and bathing in cold sweat. He held his head, sighing as relief washes through him.

A dream, yes, it’s only a dream Jungkook.

He looked at the clock fixed at the wall that says 11:00 pm. Wow, I slept well. He said to himself. He noticed that he was still in his clothes this morning, and decided to clean up before setting off to bed again.