UNLOVED ( undergoing editing + rewriting )

chapter five : mistakes

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get-out

ˈɡɛtaʊt/

noun

a means of avoiding something; an excuse.

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Jungkook's eyes quivered with shock as he witnessed the dreadful scene unfolding before him. He sprinted towards Taehyung, frantically shaking him, his voice trembling with fear, "H-hyung?" He called, shaking his brother, desperate for him to respond. Deep down, he didn't truly wish for his brother's demise.

 His hatred had clouded his feelings but not extinguished them entirely. "Hyung!" he yelled with more urgency, but Taehyung remained motionless.

Tears streamed down Jungkook's cheeks as he tried to awaken his brother, his touch gentle yet desperate. But before he could attempt again, a forceful push sent him crashing to the floor, his head colliding painfully with the edge of the couch. It was Jimin, his voice laced with fury, "HE JUST GOT HURT, YOU knew that right?," Jungkook struggled to suppress his emotions and tears, determined to maintain his icy facade. determined to attempt to explain himself properly, that it wasn't that he tried to do, that he hadn't want to hurt his bother in this way. 

The commotion drew in the rest of his brothers, each gasping in shock at the grim scene. Jin mindlessly covering his face at the sight of crimson liquid seeping through the marbeled floor, it made him nauseous. Jimin, cradling Taehyung in his arms, accused Jungkook of being the cause. Jungkook forced a gulp down his constricted throat, standing and feigning indifference. His hyungs gazed at him in disbelief.

"Jungkook, get out of here!" Jin's voice was authoritative and stern. Jungkook nodded, his cold mask remaining intact as he made his way to his room. But the moment he entered, he crumpled to the floor, clutching his head. The fear of his brothers' newfound hatred for him weighed heavily on Jungkook. The sharp, throbbing pain in his head persisted, intensifying as if it might burst. The urge to press his head returned, but he fought against it, remembering his brother's pain. Tears flowed uncontrollably, a torrent of despair. what had he done? what had he done? what the fuck did he just do?

"Jungkook," His father's voice interrupted his turmoil. He struggled to stand, wiping away his tears, putting on a stoic expression, and slowly descended the stairs. However, the pain in his head intensified, causing him to stutter in the face of his father's anger vield with his questions what he had done, where is his empathy for his blood. "y..yes father?," He tried to stammer out an explanation for his actions, silently berating himself for not being able to speak fluently, the pain growing unbearable.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook mumbled, his voice trembling as he spoke, his eyes cast down to the floor. The guilt weighed heavily on him, and his emotions were a tumultuous storm within. He mentally facepalmed, berating himself for stammering, especially now, as the pain in his head throbbed insistently. " he was annoying me."

His father's voice cut through the room, laced with frustration. "So you pushed him!?" The accusation in his tone was hard to miss, and his sharp words intensified Jungkook's discomfort. The pain in his head flared with each raised voice. Jimin, unable to hold back his frustration any longer, interjected vehemently, "Dad, he always hurts Tae!" He scoffed at Jungkook, his words dripping with resentment. His loyalty to Taehyung was unwavering, and it was clear that Jungkook's actions had strained the bond between them further.

Jungkook, overwhelmed by the circumstances, found himself in a sea of emotions, unable to articulate the tangled web of feelings that swirled within him. His father's gaze bore into him, disappointment and anger evident. The guilt that weighed on Jungkook's conscience seemed insurmountable, as if he were sinking deeper into a pit of despair. The pain in his head, both physical and emotional, made it nearly impossible to voice his thoughts clearly. The room felt heavy with tension, and Jungkook's isolation within his family grew more pronounced with each passing moment.

His father chastised him, grounding him off any games or fun, and instructing him to sleep in the guest room for a week. Jungkook acquiesced, his head throbbing mercilessly, his eyes brimming with tears. He stumbled to their shared room, trying to collect his clothes, the pain reaching a crescendo, and slammed the door behind him. he wasn't sure again if it was the throbbing pain in his chest or that his skull enveloped in pain the cause of his uneasiness. He sank to his knees, head in his hands, whispering pleas to stop the agony.

"stop please,"

"please."

"please."

As his father's voice grew louder and more demanding, Jungkook was consumed by the torment. The pain continued to escalate, and he pressed his head in a futile attempt to alleviate it. "JUNGKOOK, FAST!" His father's shout intensified the unbearable headache. 

Jungkook's steps towards the guest room were laborious, his feet feeling as though they were made of jelly. The air itself seemed to press down on him, laden with a sense of foreboding. Every footfall was a reminder of his actions, each one heavier than the last. The weight of guilt bore down on his shoulders, and the walls of the corridor seemed to close in around him. his vision was getting blurry -- was it his tears or his probing headache ?

The room itself, when he finally reached it, appeared to spin before his eyes. The disorientation was overwhelming. The pain in his head, which had been a constant torment since the incident, intensified with every heartbeat. It was as if invisible hands were squeezing his skull, causing sharp, throbbing agony.His body seemed to betray him as he stumbled to the bed. The room spun even more, and the pain grew more excruciating with each passing second. He collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. His vision blurred further, now pecks of black dots seeming to concure his eyesight and the world around him became a whirlwind of confusion. Unconsciousness enveloped Jungkook, offering a temporary escape from the relentless agony.