Donor ↑ K.TH ✕ J.JK

Just a Memory pt II

He can only hope he'll get out of this hell

JUST A MEMORY PART II

It was the last thing Jungkook heard as he stumbled helplessly through the ragged window. The glass had been shattered, shards throwing themselves off of the ledge of the front window. The only word his brother spoke was a giddy "Gaywad!" as strong arms caged him, chucking him effortlessly out of the glass. 

To Jungkook's surprise, he could hear a shrill "Seo!" emerging from the kitchen. His mother had run out, taking a mental note of the broken window and laughing pubescent boy. Jungkook watched as she grabbed his brother's arms with a strong grip, "What is wrong with you?!" she screamed in his face. Jungkook noticed how his brother's eyes had widened, fear overcoming him as he scrambled to get to his feet and apologize for whatever his brother would say.

His mother didn't take shit from this boy.

"You could have killed him! What are you thinking?! He is your brother, and there will be no other! He is not a freak because he is different!"

"Mama, he- he drinks blood! He's a vampire!"

"It doesn't fucking matter!"

Jungkook heard a pin drop as the echo of his mother's sweet voice in such an angry tone bounced around his head. 'It doesn't fucking matter!' 'It doesn't fucking matter!' 

"You have problems! If anything, you're the one who needs help!"

Mrs Jeon leaned out of the window, staring into her son's glazed, innocent doe eyes. "Jungkook, sweetheart... come back inside." she smiled in sympathy as her son pranced hesitantly towards the door. 

"You always take his side! Why is he more important?! The freak!" 

"Then why don't you protect him?" Mrs Jeon spoke coldly to her elder son, striking a pang of guilt in Jungkook's heart as he watched tears brim the edges of his once beloved brother's eyes.

"Hyung-"

"Don't call me that. Freak" his elder spat as he walked away, hunched shoulders and head hung low.

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3:45 AM. Jungkook can't sleep if his life depended on it. Thoughts clouded his mind as he stared dully at the blank ceiling. Beside him was a bed, no other figure dancing inside of the sheets with a stranger. Only soft breathing.

He wished he could stand up, walk to his brother's bed solemnly like he had died. He wanted to mourn the loss of his dear brother, mama's love stripped from him. But love is not a toy, you can not just give it back to someone. 

"Hyung, " he whispered to anyone but himself. He turned his head to the tired, grumpty, newly awakening almost-man. "Why do you do this?"

"I don't know."

"That's not an answer."

"... Jungkook"

"Yes?"

"I want you and mom to escape. Run away."

"Why?"

"Dad will find out"

And so, Jungkook found himself convincing his mother to run away the next day.

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can i just say, txt's debut album compared to bts. no hate, i still love bts and i'm glad they got far enough to get to the grammys but bts when they debut: like 250 fans and txt: around a thousand?

i- i don't know if I can call this fair but to be frank their debut songs are bops