Hello, all you lovely readers!~♡ I'm back with another update!♡ I hope you all enjoy it!♡ I worked really hard on it because I kept having creative differences about it!~♡ This chapter may be triggering to some since there is domestic violence related and the mention of drugs. Please read at your own risk~♡ Thank you if you do continue to read, but I love all of you so much either way~♡
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Taehyung had put his shirt back on now and buttoned up his pants, feeling a slight chill creep over his body from the narcotic. He bundled up in his shirt and buttoned it up to keep himself warm from the drug's effects as he laid on his floor, staring up at the ceiling while a color exhibit danced across the speckled tiles. He was enjoying his high as Jungkook laid beside him with a lazy smile, sighing in content as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung. "That was really good shit," Jungkook commented, tilting his head into Taehyung's chest as he started up at the ceiling as well. "Did your parents' money buy you that?" Jungkook asked jokingly, flinching backward when Taehyung shot up from the ground.
Taehyung glared at Jungkook angrily, his anger fueled by the drugs coursing through his system at the mention of his parents. "You don't get to talk about them or their money. I worked my ass off being a model child for the money my parents gave me," he shouted angrily, Jungkook hinting a note of the past. Taehyung was heavily slurring each word from the drug, angry about the current situation with his parents as he earned an indignant glare from Jungkook. Jungkook promptly sat up from the ground as well so that Taehyung wouldn't have an advantage over him, his hostility rising now too. "It was a fucking joke! Do you not understand what a fucking joke is anymore?! Who do you think you're shouting at anyway, asshole?!"
"Asshole?!" Taehyung shouted irate, promptly standing to his feet in his rage. "Who do you think you are calling an asshole?! You're one to talk," Taehyung screamed back, only to be shoved aggressively against the wall behind him by Jungkook. Taehyung stared wide-eyed for a moment, his resolve and resentment crumpling like paper being blown away in the wind. Jungkook had moved so hastily that Taehyung hadn't even realized he'd stood up before being shoved. Jungkook holds Taehyung by the front of his shirt, repeatedly jerking him off the wall and throwing him back into it in his drug-induced fury. "One to talk?!" Jungkook screamed, still thrashing Taehyung's head into the wall behind him. Taehyung gripped Jungkook's wrists tightly to pry Jungkook's hands off his shirt. "Stop it, asswipe! You're fucking hurting me," Taehyung cried out, smacking Jungkook across the face and raking his nails along the skin.
Before Taehyung knew what had happened, Taehyung felt his head jerk back abruptly. Suddenly, his ears felt both clogged and pierced with a deafening ring as his mind reeled from the aftershock of being punched in the face. He glared at Jungkook once more, only to see the hostility burst free in Jungkook's eyes and his fist connected with Taehyung's face once again. Taehyung groaned softly from the pain, trying to fight back against Jungkook as Jungkook's fist continuously connected with Taehyung's blood-stained face. Although, he knew he wasn't as strong as the other and shoved his knee into Jungkook's groin.
Jungkook dropped to his knees instantly with one hand cupping between his legs, groaning in pain as he cursed under his breath. Taehyung attempted to dash for the door, terrified of what would happen if he remained still. Jungkook turned and reached forward, hooked his hand around Taehyung's ankle and yanked it out from under him so that he couldn't run. Taehyung plummeted to the floor with his hands out to catch himself, a loud gasp escaping his lips as his hands and chest took the full force of his fall. Jungkook had knocked the wind out of him, giving Jungkook enough time to recover before crawling over towards Taehyung. "You rich people have it so hard! All you have to do is sit around on your fat asses and make money! What do you know about real problems?!" he asked, yelling as he slammed Taehyung's slim wrists to the floor below him. Taehyung's entire resolve crumbled as he realized he was completely powerless against Jungkook now, struggling to try and free himself.
Taehyung began to sob, feeling completely vulnerable and absolutely frightened now as he struggled more against Jungkook's grip. "You're nothing more than my bitch," Jungkook spat out, adding insult to injury as he purposefully spit in Taehyung's face. Jungkook reared back his fist and before he could punch Taehyung again, someone seized his arm. He glanced back, not even hearing Jimin enter the room as Jimin wretched Jungkook's arm behind his back and yanked him off of Taehyung. Hoseok rushed in right behind Jimin, making a beeline for Taehyung. "What the fuck is your problem?!" Hoseok shouted as he helped Taehyung into a sitting position.
Taehyung nuzzled into Hoseok's arms, sobbing softly as he buried his face in Hoseok's shoulder, his face covered with his own blood. Jungkook promptly stood up in an absolute rage, trying to twist Jimin off of him. Jungkook's body was shaking with how furious he was currently, attempting to smack Jimin. Jungkook managed to break away long enough to try and lunge at Hoseok and Taehyung. Hoseok hastily dodged him, dragging Taehyung along with him as Jimin now shoved Jungkook against the wall by his shoulders. He was trying to maintain the situation, but Jungkook was making that so difficult. "He's not innocent! He started this fight! I'm just ending it," Jungkook shouted as Jimin finally noticed that the whites of his eyes were red.
Jimin sighed loudly as he glanced back at Hoseok. "Check his eyes," Jimin declared, holding Jungkook in place. Hoseok did as requested and checked Taehyung's eyes, noticing that the whites of his eyes were red. Hoseok didn't know if that was from the amount of crying or if he'd done drugs before they arrived. A quick glance around the room gave Hoseok his answer as he noticed that the pipe they had used was still laying on top of the bed. "Did you and Jungkook do drugs, Tae?" Hoseok asked as he cupped Taehyung's bloodied face tenderly. Taehyung nodded slightly as he gripped Hoseok's wrists in apprehension, Jimin sighing loudly behind Jungkook. "I'll take Jungkook to the nurse's office to come down there. You make sure Taehyung gets taken care of too, will you, Hobi?"
Hoseok nodded as he grabbed Taehyung's hand and pulled him to his feet. Hoseok directed him towards the nurse's office, taking a different direction from Jimin and Jungkook. Hoseok gently patted Taehyung's head as they walked, trying to calm him down now that the fight was over. "Tae... Maybe you should consider someone besides Jungkook... He doesn't seem like a good match for you," Hoseok suggested softly, only for Taehyung to cry harder. Taehyung didn't want to consider choosing anyone besides Jungkook. He liked Jungkook more than anyone would understand, even if they had their differences. It never changed the way Taehyung felt about Jungkook.
Hoseok bit his lip at Taehyung's fresh tears, trying to find a way to be a supportive friend but also a rational voice for Taehyung. He pulled Taehyung's head towards his chest, gently stroking his hair as they continued to walk. "It's okay. M- maybe he just needs to calm down then," Hoseok defended, rubbing the back of Taehyung's head. Taehyung nodded softly, snuggling further into Hoseok's chest as he walked alongside him.
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The nurse silently inspected the injuries of both Taehyung and Jungkook behind a partition wall to keep them from seeing each other at the moment. He wanted to make sure they were completely calm while inside his office. Jimin had already warned him about the situation surrounding Taehyung and Jungkook and he wanted to make sure they wouldn't fight again. Especially after noting the injuries Taehyung had sustained compared to Jungkook.
The nurse sighed with exasperation as the redness in the whites of Taehyung's eyes gave away that he was inebriated. The nurse was well aware of what intoxicated Taehyung at this moment, but a toxicology report would only confirm what he already knew. "Must you really do this to your parents, Taehyung?" The nurse asked in exasperation, gently swabbing the blood off Taehyung's face. He tenderly cupped Taehyung's face in his hands, gently rotating his face from side to side as he regarded the bright purple bruise forming around Taehyung's left eye.
"He sure did knock the hell out of you too. What did you say to piss him off that bad?" The nurse asked, tenderly rubbing his thumb over the bruise. Taehyung hissed from the pain and flinched away from the nurse's touch. "It was a drug-fueled fight... So tempers were higher than normal," Taehyung stated softly, placing his hands in his lap. He was sobering up quick and he just wanted to get out of the nurse's office to lie down and sleep. He wanted to sleep his come down off since his head was throbbing in pain and he felt utterly depressed at this moment.
The nurse sighed heavily as he stepped away from Taehyung and glanced over at Hoseok. "Make sure he gets to class. If he can't sleep while he comes down, maybe that will make him think twice before doing this again," the nurse declared, walking around the curtain. Hoseok helped Taehyung to his feet with a skeptical look over his shoulder towards the nurse. He glanced down at Taehyung, who could barely keep his eyes open as it appeared.
The nurse's hand emerged from behind the curtain, shooing the two away as he began inspecting Jungkook more closely. He could identify no visible injuries on Jungkook as he circled Jungkook intently. "Do you happen to have anger management issues? Because I don't understand how someone can get so angry to physically hurt someone that bad when the conversation was strictly verbal," the nurse asked as he stopped in front of Jungkook once more.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at the nurse with his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't see how that's any of your damn business," Jungkook argued, glaring at the nurse. The nurse sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Don't make me ask your parents if you had or have to attend anger management classes."
Jungkook rolled his eyes once more as he mumbled under his breath. "Fine... It was ruled in favor of the court that I have to attend anger management while attending this lovely reform school," Jungkook admitted sarcastically, spitting the words out in disgust. The nurse tapped his chin in thought as he sat down across from Jungkook. "Have you been attending them as demanded then?"
"No. Why would I? I don't have a problem with my anger," Jungkook declared as the nurse scoffed loudly. "Don't have a problem with your anger? Are you fucking kidding me? Then why does it look like Taehyung went a session in a boxing match and you don't have a scratch on you? You know you blacked his eye, gave him a minor concussion, and bruised his jaw with how hard you hit him, right? You even made his nose bleed that bad and managed to bruise his wrists! Or was that part even related to the fight?"
Jungkook was silent as he listened to the nurse explain the extent of Taehyung's injuries, realization suddenly crashing down on him. "I- I hurt Taehyung that bad?" he asked nervously, thinking about how frail Taehyung was compared to him. "I- Is he okay?" Jungkook asked, immediately sobering up from that news.
The nurse crossed one leg over the other as he stared at Jungkook with a knowing smile. "Oh, are you worried about him now?" The nurse asked teasingly, shaking his head in dismay. "What if I told you he had to go to the hospital to get his jaw wired shut? What would you say then?" The nurse asked, leaning forward slightly. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the nurse's question, clearly exasperated with his antics. "Well, I just heard you tell someone to make sure he got to class, so I'm certain he's fine enough," Jungkook declared, trying to play off the worry he felt. "Although, if that were true, I would certainly feel pretty fucking shitty about it," he admitted softly, sighing as he slowly stood to his feet.
The nurse looked at him and flashed a wicked grin quickly before slowly standing to his feet as well. "Where do you think you're going, Jungkook?" The nurse asked as he grinned down towards him, seeming almost evil in a sense. "I plan to lie down and nap," Jungkook stated skeptically as he watched the nurse cautiously.
"Oh, no, no, no. You can't lie down, you have a class to attend. Or did you forget that?" The nurse asked, clasping his hands behind his back. "You're going to learn that doing drugs here will only make things harder for you. Maybe you'll think twice next time," he stated, opening the door to reveal Jimin. "Make sure he makes it to his class."
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Jungkook scowled as he trudged into his English Literature class, his teacher staring at him with a smile. "I notice you've finally decided to join our class, Jungkook. Thank you for bringing him, Jimin. You may take your seat now. As for you, Jungkook, you can have the empty seat next to..." He glanced around as he trailed off, looking for an empty seat. While he did spot an empty seat next to Taehyung, technically that seat was assigned to someone else.
He sighed and figured the student should have been present if he didn't want his seat to be taken. "Take the empty seat next to Taehyung," he stated as Taehyung flinched visibly in his own seat at the mention of his name. Taehyung glanced up to see Jungkook walking over towards him, both of them keeping their distance as Mr. Kim continued teaching them about transitional words.
Jungkook glanced at Taehyung out of the corner of his eye, noticing the bruise around Taehyung's jaw. He didn't remember hitting him even once, but the evidence was certainly there. He must have been in a blackout rage because he couldn't remember any of that fight clearly. He sighed softly and shifted quickly, noticing Taehyung flinch violently and shift away from him. It hurt him to see that from Taehyung as he pulled out a piece of paper and rapidly scribbled something down on it. Jungkook hastily slid the scribbled on paper across the table towards Taehyung, causing the other to flinch once more and fall back into the wall. Jungkook stared at Taehyung for a moment, a soft tone of regret touching his irises as Taehyung stared back. Taehyung slowly shifted back into his seat properly, staring at Jungkook cautiously the entire time. Taehyung then glanced at the paper, thinking Jungkook had actually been going to start taking notes instead.
'𝐼'𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠.' Taehyung read silently to himself before glancing over at Jungkook, offering a sheepish smile. He was glad that Jungkook was at least apologizing for what had transpired and certainly didn't want to stop hanging around him either.
Taehyung knew he should be cautious, but that didn't stop him from nodding promptly at Jungkook's message and leaning closer to him. "We can talk even now as long as we whisper," he whispered softly as Jungkook sighed in relief. "I'm glad you're not super pissed off at me," Jungkook mumbled quietly, making sure to keep his eyes up front on the teacher. "I mean, if I were you, I would have hit me the moment I saw me... H- How are you so forgiving of my mistakes...?"
Taehyung smiled as he tenderly brushed his fingertips against Jungkook's upper thigh, resting his elbow on the table as if bored. He propped his chin upon the palm of his hand and side glanced Jungkook with a mischievous smile. "Well, they're not mistakes to me," Taehyung confessed softly, his hand now resting on Jungkook's upper thigh. He slid his hand up Jungkook's thigh, his fingertips grazing against his flaccid length. "They're minor imperfections that make you perfectly you," Taehyung added softly, massaging Jungkook's inner thigh with his fingertips.
Jungkook gasped softly and swiftly grabbed Taehyung's wrist with a pleading glance. It would now be easy for Taehyung to make Jungkook's English lecture far more interesting, but Jungkook couldn't tolerate coming in his pants. It had felt revolting the one time that it had happened before and he didn't want to be repulsed by anything Taehyung did for him sexually.