Twisted Life, Thorny Love

38. Aftermath

So this is for the kids who listened to me and skipped the last chapter. Tae raped Jungkook and made him faint, but came back to his senses by the end of it. So he realized what he did and felt disgusted with himself, but couldn't think about it at that moment what with Jungkook laying unconscious on the bed and Junha crying in the closet. So he ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water and tried to wake Koo up.

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"Kookie.....Kookie....Jungkookie.....baby...wake up, honey" he said as he gently sprinkled water on Jungkook's face.

It took some time for Jungkook to come back to his senses. He remained disoriented for a couple of minutes before suddenly remembering what just happened.

He slowly turned towards Taehyung, who had scrambled out of the bed the second Jungkook started opening his eyes.

"Kook...."

Jungkook turned his head towards the closet from where he could hear Junha crying for him as quietly as possible. 

"Get out" he said in a low voice. 

"K-Kookie, I know I did an unforgivable crime, but I-" "I SAID GET OUT!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!" Jungkook yelled, not noticing how Junha's cries increased hearing his father shout. 

Taehyung flinched, but he knew he deserved it. In fact, he was surprised that Jungkook was just yelling at him. He deserved more. But he couldn't just leave after damaging his love. He had to do what he could. 

He fell on his knees and was about to bend down when he felt a piece of metal hit his head. "I don't need any of that shit. Just get out of here. And take that ring with you. Come back to me when you decide to accept that you have a fucking problem in your head. Don't even try to contact me till you get it fixed" Jungkook glared at him. 

Taehyung cried. He sobbed. He sobbed out of relief that Jungkook didn't completely abandon him after what just happened. 

He was an angel in disguise. 

Taehyung got up and bowed to Jungkook. "I will fix it at any cost" he said before walking out of the house with his head hanging down in shame. 

Jungkook stared at the spot where Taehyung had been kneeling just a moment ago. He still couldn't believe what just happened. But he couldn't dwell on it much as he suddenly heard Junha's cries.

"Papa.... Papa...P-Papa..." 

Jungkook pulled his shorts up and scrambled out of the bed. But the second he stood up, his legs gave out as a sharp pain shot up in his lower back. He fell with a grunt, shielding his fall with his knees and palms. 

He tried to blink the tears out of his eyes, but they wouldn't go. He finally crawled to the closet. The process was painfully slow, but he soon made it to the closet. 

He reached up to unlock the closet and opened it. The second he did, Junha jumped into his arms and started crying loudly. 

He couldn't stop himself anymore. He wrapped his arms around his son and sat with his back resting against the door of the closet and sobbed just as loud as Junha. 

"Papa, d-don't c'y" Junha cried, his voice muffled by Jungkook's shoulder. It broke Jungkook's heart further. Junha couldn't bear to see him cry even if he was crying at the moment himself. 

Jungkook cried harder if that was possible, clutching Junha for support. He very badly needed someone right now. Someone who could understand the pain he was going through right now. 

"Junha-ya, c-can you get P-Papa's phone?" he asked while tears still ran down his face. Junha nodded and ran to the living room to search for his father's phone. 

Jungkook started thinking of who to call. He couldn't call Jimin or Yoongi. He didn't want to disturb the newlyweds. 

"Papa, don't c'y" Junha said, his lower lip starting to tremble once again. Jungkook jumped. He didn't even notice his son running back into the room with his phone. 

"Come here" he said, pulling Junha into his lap and snuggling him close, almost squeezing him. He unlocked his phone with shaky hands. He had only one option. 

"Hello?"
"Hobi hyung!"
"Hey, man! Ssup?"
"Hyung, are you free?" Jungkook asked, trying his best to sound casual. 

"Not exactly. Namjoon said he was upset and needed someone to talk to. I am meeting up with him in a club. You wanna join?" Hoseok asked. 

"N-No, it's okay. It can wait" Jungkook said, unable to control the fresh wave of tears, knowing that even Namjoon wasn't an option anymore. There was no way in hell he would call Jin right now. "P-Papa, don't c'yyy" Junha started crying loudly when he noticed the new tears. 

"Hey, Jungkook? Is everything alright? Why are you crying? Why is Junha crying?" Hoseok asked and Jungkook could hear the concern in his voice. Junha was crying so pathetically that any next-door neighbour's grandfather would be concerned. 

"I-It's okay, it can wait. Bye, hyung" Jungkook said and hung up. 

He just snuggled Junha closer to him and sobbed again, not caring about how he was breaking Junha's heart by crying in front of him. About twenty minutes later, his front door slammed open. 

He jumped in fear and started sobbing harder. He closed his eyes and pushed Junha's face into his chest, trying to hide him in his lap as he joined both of his hands and sobbed, begging whoever it was to leave him and his son alone. 

He felt someone run towards him and wrap their hands around his shoulders. He broke down at that. He started sobbing loudly, crying for his mother and yelling loudly. No matter how much he cried, he couldn't get the pain out. Neither the physical pain, nor the mental pain. 

"I want Eomma.....get me Eomma..... Eomma.... EOMMAA....." he kept yelling and sobbing loudly. He craved for this support. Whoever held his head and buried it in their chest, he was thankful for that warmth, but he just couldn't stop the tears. He had a very long day. A very, very long one. 

He didn't hear the comforting words that the person, who had their arms around him, whispered in his ears. He felt the person leave his side for a couple of minutes before coming back to hug him with more intensity. 

He suddenly felt someone trying to take Junha away from him. He immediately tightened his hold around him, not letting anyone take Junha away from him. He did not realize what effect his crying had on his son. 

The other person just sighed and sat down beside him and patted his knee gently. Slowly, his yells turned to loud cries, which turned to sobs and hiccups and finally to snores. 

He didn't feel Junha being taken away from him anymore. He didn't feel 'that someone' wrap their hands around his shoulders and legs and lift him up. He didn't feel them lowering him on his bed. He just fell into a deep slumber, forgetting all of his worries for the moment.