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➳Chapter~8

You were currently at yoongi's house viewing their childhood photos.

Yes, that's Jimin. You snorted and the said boy was hiding behind the couch trying to forget the cringing memories.

Yoongi being expressive with the flowers was always going to be stored in your brain. He looked cute.

Namjoon and his birthday were going to give you nightmares. Jungkook in the background had made sure of that.

Jimin again being a baby as usual currently hid behind his hands which did none of the job of shielding him.

Taehyung when he was small and when his dad was still with them. (If you remember their stories from book one-you know what I'm talking about.)

Hoseok dressed in cute clothes with his parents was going to be the end of you.

A young jin with nerdy glasses made your day better.

Jungkook didn't have much photos of him since he was young and didn't have a good relationship with his dad..

This little cutie was the current man sitting besides you. You couldn't believe it. You wanted to smooch all over his little chubby face and give him whatever he wanted. Squish him tight in your arms and never let him go.

"Woah-you look just like your dad kook! Your dad is hotter than you." You giggle and tease him showing him the taller man standing besides him in the photo.

Jungkook narrowed his gaze at the said man and grabbed the photo suddenly. "Why the fuck is it still here?"

"What's wrong?" You look back at the picture in his hands. "You got your hotness from your dad I must say. Look at those veiny arms! Your dad had tattoos?!" You ask excitedly and tried to take the photo back. "Why isn't he smiling though?" You ask him noticing the man's dark and unerving gaze in the picture.

He roughly pulled it away and held your wrist. Your smile fell as you look at him. He looked furious. The room got real silent. "Don't touch the photo."

"W-Why-"

The man ripped it apart in two pieces.

Your eyes widened. "Noooo! Why did you do it?! You looked so cute and tiny! I wanted to keep it with me!"

"Enough." Jungkook gritted his teeth. "Let's go home." He stood up.

"But-"

"Are you coming or not?! Or you decided to stay here?" He glared at you. You gulped in fear not knowing what you did to anger him so much. "What's wrong-" You winced in pain as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out.

"Jungkook wait-" You could hear the others yelling but he just forced you inside the car and slammed it shut. You flinched and see him having the driver seat before he roughly handled the steering. He grunted and ran a hand through his hair trying to clear off the memories.

Still the past was clear as a crystal.

The photo bringing back his memories of that day......

The tattoed man torturing the woman in the bedroom which was locked........and the four year old him banging the door relentlessly crying his eyes out. He could hear the screams of the woman who was dear to him.

When the door opened.......the tattoed man came out with scratches all over his arms and the woman.........

She layed lifelessly like a broken doll wrapped up in bloody sheets.