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Taehyung POV
I dab Jungkook's cheek with a wet towel, watching as he grimaces. He mechanically cleans and dresses the wounds on his hands, his torn shirt discarded on the floor. "I need your car, Taehyung" Jungkook mutters. I can hear the faint chatter of my family downstairs and glance at Jungkook. There's a wild,hungry look in his eyes. "Are you sure you should be driving in this state?" I say, finishing up cleaning his wounds. He takes the spare shirt I gave him. He nods towards the duffel bag discarded by the window. "My Dad left to pick up my mum from the airport. That'll give us enough time to get out of town" he says.
"Us? Who's us? What's going on, Jungkook?" I ask, my questions going unanswered. He gets his jacket, still stained with blood and grabs his bag. "Jungkook, wait!" I say grabbing him by the arm. He turns to me, breathing heavily.
"I'm not gonna let him control my life, not anymore" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. I let go of his hand as he wipes them roughly. I hand him my jacket, and pat his arm. "Take this, yours is ruined. I won't tell anyone.....but stay safe" I say. Jungkook takes my jacket and nods
Then he's gone and that would be the last time I saw Jeon Jungkook...
Jungkook POV
I sit in Taehyung's car, the engine cut off and the car filled with silence. In the back seat is my bag and in my hands I type away on my phone. Across the street a car pulls up at a large house.
A man gets out, reaching to open the passenger door when he starts coughing. A woman quickly gets out and pats her husband's back as a terrible coughing fit. Their son clambers out and ushers them both inside. The door slams shut but the lights don't turn on.
I start the engine, my plan beginning...
a/ n finally I'm getting back into writing this book 😄
