Fan [NamKook]

6

Jin watched his brother eat his food while staring down at his phone grinning to himself. He was beyond upset. Jungkook knew how his brother felt about him not coming home at night. Jin knew he'd messed up, said the wrong thing to Jungkook yesterday, but still. His brother could've atleast called. Afterwards, Jin had been driving about the neighborhood in his pajamas, searching for Jungkook.

He'd stayed up the entire night waiting for the maknae to come through the door.

"No phones at the table. You know that." Jin said folding his arms. Jungkook glared at him, thumb hovering over the text pad. He could clearly see the dark circles that aligned his older brother's eyes. The clear disappointment written across the man's face. When he saw that Jin wasn't giving him a reaction he sighed, stuffing his phone into his sweater pocket.

"Where were you last night?" The older man asked calmly.

Jungkook stared down at the half eaten plate infront of himself. ".. I slept at a friend's-"

"No you didn't. Kook, don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying!"

"Kook." Jin warned.

Jungkook bit his lip looking away from his older brother. Jin watched his younger brother's hand tremble as he held his fork. "Were you fighting again?" He asked.

Jungkook shook his head. "No."

"You have a cut on your lip."

Jungkook brought a hand up to brush across the mark that filthy woman had made on his mouth. "I wasn't fighting.." He replied.

The two stared at each other for a few moments. Jungkook had that look in his eyes. A look that was all too familiar to Jin. He'd see it too many times when Jungkook was growing up. The look that defeated him. The look of defiance.

Jin broke his gaze looking away from his younger brother. "This is pointless, isn't it?" He said after a minute.

Jungkook looked back down at his food not saying a word. His older brother shook his head slowly as he left.

"Wash your plate when you're done."

~

Jungkook cruised every backroad he could find. He'd taken his brother's car. To his surprise, the man didn't fuss about it.

The day was quiet, and gray, mainly because of the constant rain they'd been getting lately. Jungkook didn't mind it. He always did like the rain more than the sun. Rain was always soothing to him. Calm. Helped him sleep.

Namjoon looked better covered in it anyhow.

The maknae pulled up to a grassy field next to a bayou he'd last visited when he was a kid. He remembered being taken to the place by one of his foster parents. He remembered hating it because he'd gotten bitten by so many mosquitoes.

Jungkook pulled the water drum from the trunk of the car sliding it across the grass. He was relieved to finally be rid of the vile slut. Namjoon would be also. She'd never be able to lie her filthy hands on him again.

With a quick flip onto the side, Jungkook kicked the drum down the small hill, watching as it rolled down picking up speed as it did so. He watched the drum sink slowly into the mossy water with a dry look on his face. Once the drum was out of sight he took a seat in the grass and pulled out his phone.

~

Namjoon had been working on a song with Hoseok when his phone had finally buzzed. He remembered the disgusting text he'd been forced to send to that psychopath and felt sick to his stomach again.