Innocent (TaeKook) - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Did I kill him? What happened to me? That wasn't me," Jungkook stumbled and leaned back against the door. The image of the wounded brunette's body remained etched in his mind – the terrified expression, teary eyes, and his desperate pleas all pointed to his innocence.
Why is he here? He didn't actually do anything. He was brought here against his will, so it's only natural for him to seek his freedom.
Enough, JK. Haven't you already forgotten who he belongs to? Whose son he is? Did you forget what he did to you? Well, if you have, then by all means, let him go; apparently, he's blameless.
"Stop it. Shut up. Just shut up!" Jungkook's voice escalated as he hurled a nearby vase across the room. He clutched his head so hard that his knuckles turned white. "Ahhhh!" he screamed, striking the ground in a battle against himself.
Jungkook rose, making his way to the bottle on the table and pouring himself a drink. He downed the contents in one go, filling up another glass. Unaware, he finished the entire bottle, intoxicated to the point of losing focus. He sank back onto the sofa, his head hanging.
*_*
"Take him to his room. Lift him carefully!" Namjoon commanded the men present, directing them to transport Taehyung to the room he was being held in. Taehyung was unconscious, his breathing dangerously shallow.
Did he kill him?
Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temple while keeping his eyes fixed on Taehyung's lifeless form. "Did you contact Jin? When will he arrive?" Namjoon questioned Jackson, seated next to the brunette, holding his hand and watching over him with concern.
"He... he said he'd be here in 15 mi..." Jackson was cut short as the door swung open, revealing a soft-featured man with a medical bag. Namjoon hastened over, took the bag, and gestured towards the bed. "Here, Doc," he stated, and Jin sat on the opposite side of the bed where the unconscious boy lay.
"Oh my... What happened to him?" Jin's first words upon seeing the boy's angelic features were laden with shock. He turned to Namjoon, who swallowed visibly. "JK... umm... Don't ask me. I can't tell you. Just examine him; he fainted."
"He fainted? Seriously? Can't you see these wounds?" Jin's exasperation was evident as he extracted his stethoscope, checking the boy's breathing, pulse, and widening his eyes at the alarming reading.
"Did he eat anything? It seems like he hasn't had proper food in ages. Look at his pale skin and his fatigue," Jin's gaze bore into the men gathered in the room.
"When did he eat? And what?" He queried the mint-haired boy standing beside the dimpled one. "I brought food for him, but he rejected it. Even Jackson tried, but he didn't even take a sip of water. And based on my research, he hasn't been eating well," Yoongi stated, leaning against the wall.
"Who is he, Namjoon? Why is he here?" Jin's gaze shifted to the unconscious boy again. "I can't tell you. Just treat him before JK visits him again," Yoongi's response was devoid of emotion. A slight grunt sounded, causing all to turn towards the source.
A faint whimper escaped the brunette's lips as he stirred. His body ached, each wound throbbing acutely. Taehyung's eyes widened with panic as he glanced at the men in the room. "I-i am s-sorry, please," his hoarse voice trembled, tears welling up as the painful memories rushed back.
"Stay still. Drink this. You need sustenance," Jin spoke gently to the innocent boy, offering a glass of water. Taehyung attempted to speak again, only to be interrupted by Jackson pushing a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth. "Just eat," Jackson encouraged, and Taehyung resignedly accepted the spoon.
Taehyung finished the soup and took the medicine Jin provided. Jin attended to his wounds, skillfully bandaging them. Taehyung began to feel somewhat improved. Yoongi and Namjoon had exited the room earlier.
"Re..." Jin started but was halted by the abrupt opening of the door. Taehyung's breath hitched as he laid eyes on the person entering. Fear gripped him, causing him to clutch the sheets tightly, drawing nearer to the doctor. Jin placed a reassuring hand on the trembling boy.
"JK, he needs..." Taehyung began, only to be cut off.
"Out," Reven's commanding tone left no room for debate, and both Jin and Jackson reluctantly left the room. Jin hesitated, casting a final concerned look towards the distressed boy, whose complexion was now even paler and who trembled uncontrollably. Jin attempted to resist, but Jungkook's grip on his wrist was unyielding. Reluctantly, he extricated his wrist and exited the room, leaving the frightened brunette behind.
*_*
Jungkook drew closer to the bed, prompting the brunette to retreat, creating a safe distance from the raven-haired boy. An inexplicable pang of guilt and discomfort struck Jungkook's heart, but the effects of intoxication rendered his thoughts hazy. "STOP," Jungkook's voice retained its dominant tone, and who was Taehyung to protest? Jungkook stealthily approached, causing Taehyung to start and leave the bed, standing on the floor. The brunette's reaction incited anger in Jungkook.
Tilting his head, Jungkook began advancing towards the alarmed boy, who continued to move back until he had no more room to retreat. "P-please, I am s-sorry. I didn't intend to. I won't repeat it. P-pl..." Taehyung's plea was abruptly silenced by Jungkook's gesture, a finger placed gently over his lips, trapping him between strong arms.
Raising his hand, Jungkook's intentions were uncertain, causing Taehyung to squeeze his eyes shut, expecting a blow that never came. Instead, he felt Jungkook's hand tenderly brush his neck, followed by the warmth of his breath against his cheeks. The scent of alcohol didn't escape the brunette's notice. Gradually, Jungkook's hand descended, prompting Taehyung to panic and shove the older man away, his own weakness hindering his efforts. This response only seemed to fuel Jungkook's anger, causing him to step back, visibly irritated. Tear drops welled in Taehyung's eyes, which he struggled to hold back. Unable to maintain his composure, they began to trickle down his cheeks.
"Why do you always cry? You know it won't change anything. I didn't spend my money to wipe your tears," Jungkook's approach resumed, drawing him closer.
"W-w-what do you want..." Taehyung's words were abruptly cut off as a searing sensation erupted on his right cheek, the sound of a slap resonating. Jungkook growled in frustration. "You are
not permitted to ask questions. Get out of my sight," he ordered, pushing Taehyung aside. Relief washed over the brunette, and he took hesitant steps towards the door.
"WAIT." Jungkook's voice halted Taehyung's progress. Jungkook seized Taehyung's hand, forcibly throwing him back onto the bed. Taehyung's heart raced as he struggled against the older man's grip, but Jungkook's touch moved from his forehead to his chin, then traced his lips. "D-don't... please. I don't want this. I don't like this, please, please, please," Taehyung's pleas filled the air, but Jungkook remained unmoved.
"Shh, shh," Jungkook hushed him, leaning in for a kiss. However, he was met with resistance, stumbling back from the push. He clamped his grip on Taehyung's arm, pulling him closer. Despite Taehyung's futile struggles, Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing against Taehyung's, his intent clear.
"Now you know how it feels. That's how she felt," Jungkook's voice grew low as he moved closer, pinning Taehyung against the wall. His hand ventured downwards, prompting Taehyung's tears to fall more rapidly.
"Now he will experience the same feelings, the pain I felt back then," Jungkook blurted out once more, forcefully pressing the brunette against the wall. His hand ventured down to the brunette's pants, and he pinned his own body against Taehyung's. Taehyung, on the other hand, exerted all his strength to free himself from the raven-haired's grasp. Tears flowed incessantly, his courage waning as he struggled. "P-please, stop. I don't want this. I don't like this. Please, please, please, please," Taehyung pleaded earnestly, his cries of desperation filling the room.
Jungkook abruptly halted, his gaze fixated on the distraught boy. An unfamiliar sensation churned within his stomach. He had never intended to go this far, and he wrestled with his lack of control. He stepped back, releasing his grip on Taehyung's arm.
Just as he was about to turn away, the door swung open, and a person rushed in. "What did you do, JK? Look at him, man," Namjoon's voice held a mix of shock and concern as he approached the boy who seemed on the verge of collapsing once again. Namjoon stood close to Taehyung, and Jungkook was poised to leave the room when a piercing scream echoed through the air. Jungkook's brow furrowed as he observed the scene, a pang of sorrow hitting him at the heart-wrenching sound.
"Please, father. Please, stop. It's excruciating. I didn't break my promise. I didn't tarnish your name. I didn't even look. Father, please, not... not again. Please, forgive me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. I'm telling the truth, father. I kept my promise," the anguished plea reverberated, the words laden with desperation and regret.
Why is he here? He didn't actually do anything. He was brought here against his will, so it's only natural for him to seek his freedom.
Enough, JK. Haven't you already forgotten who he belongs to? Whose son he is? Did you forget what he did to you? Well, if you have, then by all means, let him go; apparently, he's blameless.
"Stop it. Shut up. Just shut up!" Jungkook's voice escalated as he hurled a nearby vase across the room. He clutched his head so hard that his knuckles turned white. "Ahhhh!" he screamed, striking the ground in a battle against himself.
Jungkook rose, making his way to the bottle on the table and pouring himself a drink. He downed the contents in one go, filling up another glass. Unaware, he finished the entire bottle, intoxicated to the point of losing focus. He sank back onto the sofa, his head hanging.
*_*
"Take him to his room. Lift him carefully!" Namjoon commanded the men present, directing them to transport Taehyung to the room he was being held in. Taehyung was unconscious, his breathing dangerously shallow.
Did he kill him?
Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temple while keeping his eyes fixed on Taehyung's lifeless form. "Did you contact Jin? When will he arrive?" Namjoon questioned Jackson, seated next to the brunette, holding his hand and watching over him with concern.
"He... he said he'd be here in 15 mi..." Jackson was cut short as the door swung open, revealing a soft-featured man with a medical bag. Namjoon hastened over, took the bag, and gestured towards the bed. "Here, Doc," he stated, and Jin sat on the opposite side of the bed where the unconscious boy lay.
"Oh my... What happened to him?" Jin's first words upon seeing the boy's angelic features were laden with shock. He turned to Namjoon, who swallowed visibly. "JK... umm... Don't ask me. I can't tell you. Just examine him; he fainted."
"He fainted? Seriously? Can't you see these wounds?" Jin's exasperation was evident as he extracted his stethoscope, checking the boy's breathing, pulse, and widening his eyes at the alarming reading.
"Did he eat anything? It seems like he hasn't had proper food in ages. Look at his pale skin and his fatigue," Jin's gaze bore into the men gathered in the room.
"When did he eat? And what?" He queried the mint-haired boy standing beside the dimpled one. "I brought food for him, but he rejected it. Even Jackson tried, but he didn't even take a sip of water. And based on my research, he hasn't been eating well," Yoongi stated, leaning against the wall.
"Who is he, Namjoon? Why is he here?" Jin's gaze shifted to the unconscious boy again. "I can't tell you. Just treat him before JK visits him again," Yoongi's response was devoid of emotion. A slight grunt sounded, causing all to turn towards the source.
A faint whimper escaped the brunette's lips as he stirred. His body ached, each wound throbbing acutely. Taehyung's eyes widened with panic as he glanced at the men in the room. "I-i am s-sorry, please," his hoarse voice trembled, tears welling up as the painful memories rushed back.
"Stay still. Drink this. You need sustenance," Jin spoke gently to the innocent boy, offering a glass of water. Taehyung attempted to speak again, only to be interrupted by Jackson pushing a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth. "Just eat," Jackson encouraged, and Taehyung resignedly accepted the spoon.
Taehyung finished the soup and took the medicine Jin provided. Jin attended to his wounds, skillfully bandaging them. Taehyung began to feel somewhat improved. Yoongi and Namjoon had exited the room earlier.
"Re..." Jin started but was halted by the abrupt opening of the door. Taehyung's breath hitched as he laid eyes on the person entering. Fear gripped him, causing him to clutch the sheets tightly, drawing nearer to the doctor. Jin placed a reassuring hand on the trembling boy.
"JK, he needs..." Taehyung began, only to be cut off.
"Out," Reven's commanding tone left no room for debate, and both Jin and Jackson reluctantly left the room. Jin hesitated, casting a final concerned look towards the distressed boy, whose complexion was now even paler and who trembled uncontrollably. Jin attempted to resist, but Jungkook's grip on his wrist was unyielding. Reluctantly, he extricated his wrist and exited the room, leaving the frightened brunette behind.
*_*
Jungkook drew closer to the bed, prompting the brunette to retreat, creating a safe distance from the raven-haired boy. An inexplicable pang of guilt and discomfort struck Jungkook's heart, but the effects of intoxication rendered his thoughts hazy. "STOP," Jungkook's voice retained its dominant tone, and who was Taehyung to protest? Jungkook stealthily approached, causing Taehyung to start and leave the bed, standing on the floor. The brunette's reaction incited anger in Jungkook.
Tilting his head, Jungkook began advancing towards the alarmed boy, who continued to move back until he had no more room to retreat. "P-please, I am s-sorry. I didn't intend to. I won't repeat it. P-pl..." Taehyung's plea was abruptly silenced by Jungkook's gesture, a finger placed gently over his lips, trapping him between strong arms.
Raising his hand, Jungkook's intentions were uncertain, causing Taehyung to squeeze his eyes shut, expecting a blow that never came. Instead, he felt Jungkook's hand tenderly brush his neck, followed by the warmth of his breath against his cheeks. The scent of alcohol didn't escape the brunette's notice. Gradually, Jungkook's hand descended, prompting Taehyung to panic and shove the older man away, his own weakness hindering his efforts. This response only seemed to fuel Jungkook's anger, causing him to step back, visibly irritated. Tear drops welled in Taehyung's eyes, which he struggled to hold back. Unable to maintain his composure, they began to trickle down his cheeks.
"Why do you always cry? You know it won't change anything. I didn't spend my money to wipe your tears," Jungkook's approach resumed, drawing him closer.
"W-w-what do you want..." Taehyung's words were abruptly cut off as a searing sensation erupted on his right cheek, the sound of a slap resonating. Jungkook growled in frustration. "You are
not permitted to ask questions. Get out of my sight," he ordered, pushing Taehyung aside. Relief washed over the brunette, and he took hesitant steps towards the door.
"WAIT." Jungkook's voice halted Taehyung's progress. Jungkook seized Taehyung's hand, forcibly throwing him back onto the bed. Taehyung's heart raced as he struggled against the older man's grip, but Jungkook's touch moved from his forehead to his chin, then traced his lips. "D-don't... please. I don't want this. I don't like this, please, please, please," Taehyung's pleas filled the air, but Jungkook remained unmoved.
"Shh, shh," Jungkook hushed him, leaning in for a kiss. However, he was met with resistance, stumbling back from the push. He clamped his grip on Taehyung's arm, pulling him closer. Despite Taehyung's futile struggles, Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing against Taehyung's, his intent clear.
"Now you know how it feels. That's how she felt," Jungkook's voice grew low as he moved closer, pinning Taehyung against the wall. His hand ventured downwards, prompting Taehyung's tears to fall more rapidly.
"Now he will experience the same feelings, the pain I felt back then," Jungkook blurted out once more, forcefully pressing the brunette against the wall. His hand ventured down to the brunette's pants, and he pinned his own body against Taehyung's. Taehyung, on the other hand, exerted all his strength to free himself from the raven-haired's grasp. Tears flowed incessantly, his courage waning as he struggled. "P-please, stop. I don't want this. I don't like this. Please, please, please, please," Taehyung pleaded earnestly, his cries of desperation filling the room.
Jungkook abruptly halted, his gaze fixated on the distraught boy. An unfamiliar sensation churned within his stomach. He had never intended to go this far, and he wrestled with his lack of control. He stepped back, releasing his grip on Taehyung's arm.
Just as he was about to turn away, the door swung open, and a person rushed in. "What did you do, JK? Look at him, man," Namjoon's voice held a mix of shock and concern as he approached the boy who seemed on the verge of collapsing once again. Namjoon stood close to Taehyung, and Jungkook was poised to leave the room when a piercing scream echoed through the air. Jungkook's brow furrowed as he observed the scene, a pang of sorrow hitting him at the heart-wrenching sound.
"Please, father. Please, stop. It's excruciating. I didn't break my promise. I didn't tarnish your name. I didn't even look. Father, please, not... not again. Please, forgive me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. I'm telling the truth, father. I kept my promise," the anguished plea reverberated, the words laden with desperation and regret.
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