╺ jungkook's house.

@★ yugyeom k。 Jungkook is still standing in his room, fingers gripping onto the bat while he turns around in his spot -- scanning every centimeter of the room for things that he could've missed. It seem's that he'd gotten everything that he couldn't live without, and other things... well, he didn't need them. His heart hurt, and he missed his mom. The tips of his fingers glided over the edge of his bed, a bed where his mother once sang him to sleep and where the monster would enter during the middle of the night. He's gripping the bat tighter as his eyes close, as the flashbacks of those midnights slipped through his mind. As the whispers of "the lord wouldn't mind" would hastily breeze upon his ear, as his mouth was covered to hide his frightened screams. Here once lay a scared boy, but now stood a man that was finding his way.

The beat of his heart is erratic, and his lungs are heaving for breath as his eyes open. The tears stung his gaze as his jaw clenched, arm raising the bat before slamming it upon the bed repetitively -- as if the picture of his father on top of him was real. He's breaking the bed that carried his nightmares, killing the monsters and the darkness that surrounded him until... Jungkook is crying again, heavy sobs choking through the constraints of his throat as he kicks the bed one last time, cursing under his breath before stammering back. He can hear the heaviness of Yugyeom's footsteps downstairs, and the males fingertips are ghosting over the walls as he hurries down the stairs. He's soon next to Yugyeom, turning back to get one last look at the house -- where he whispers a quiet, "Bye mom." As if she could hear him, somewhere -- somehow.

"Let's get out of here."

He whispers, his free hand reaching out to caress his boyfriend's lower back before offering him a gentle nudge. Once they step out of the house, Jungkook pulls the door closed behind him and uses the sleeves of the hoodie to wipe beneath his eyes. He's stepping to his car, placing the heavy bags of stuff into the back before slamming it shut, fingertips still secure around the bat in his hand. And once he's sure that Yugyeom is in the car, he slides in too and shuts the door behind him -- shaky fingers locking the doors just to ease him a little bit.

@★ jungkook j。 In all honesty, and it sounds horrible, but Yugyeom could care less about the dogs, if it means that Jungkook is going to be safe. As mean as that sounds, well, they could always call animal control anonymously on the man, and get them to come out and see the .. conditions that they're in. Call them enough times, and something will happen, right? He starts grabbing around his room, anything he can, anything that Jungkook tells him to snag. "Yeah-" He murmurs, lost in thought as he carefully packs things, but still rather quickly. Every now and then, he's looking out the window, just to make sure no one's coming up the street.

Yugyeom places a kiss on his cheek, "I'm gonna go get the car ready; lemme see this." He murmurs, before taking the keys, and the records back, because honestly, Jungkook is carrying way too much, and heading outside. If he needs to make two trips, so be it. He's careful as he heads outside with Jungkook's belongings, popping the truck and setting everything inside, before heading over to his truck, and climbing inside. He backs it up, and then hops out, grabbing everything he needs to hitch the car to his truck. After setting it in neutral, and inserting the key, he grabs his tow chain, and starts to hook the chain around the frame. It's all set in less than five minutes, with Yugyeom hopping up and wiping his, now dirty, hands on his jeans.

He runs back inside, heart pounding, a sudden rush of 'we need to get out of here' shooting up his spine. He's scared, because sure, Jungkook says that the man will be gone all night, but they don't really know that. Not for sure. Things can happen, and he doesn't like it one bit.

@★ yugyeom k。 It was going to be a little harder than Jungkook expected. The anxiety bubbled within his tum as they turned down the familiar road, one that lead to a place that he once called his home. He's shrinking back into the seat, the upper half of his head only visible to the outsiders that they pass. And soon, he's staring at the house. His breath is caught in his throat, fingers are gripping onto the thick fabric of the hoodie as his eyes slip closed. His memory is fogged as the male attempts to remember the good moments in this house: a happy family, his mother, their dogs -- god, who was going to take care of the dogs? When his dad bought him his first guitar, or when his mom taught him to play the piano -- and how he'd always purposefully change the melody. That was the thing though, this was the last bit of his mom that he had left.. this house. But maybe, just maybe, it was time to say goodbye.

He exhales a deep breath and swallows past the lump in his throat, murmuring a quiet 'ready' to himself before hopping out of the truck. He's far behind Yugyeom, but soon making his way towards the door. "His car isn't here, we're good. And once he's out, he's out for the whole night." His fingertips are nudging the door open with ease, of course -- it wasn't locked. Why would a drunky look out for himself? Or his kid? Jungkook feels more nostalgic while leading his boyfriend up the stairs and to his room, which was the whole upstairs. It was -- clean, and there wasn't much to it. Considering he wasn't necessarily home enough. "Could you, um, grab my records? They're right over there."

He motions somewhere towards the right side of the room with one hand, the other now holding a large duffle bag that he's soon stuffing all of his clothes into. Any clothes hanging in his closet, that were bunched up in the hamper and the drawers of his dresser. It's full, fast, and he's grabbing a second bag. Might as well get it all now instead of coming back at a later time. But he was moving fast, stuffing in his necessities now: glasses, contact solution, polaroid camera, photos, items & frames that his mother left behind for him, his savings jar, face products and body products, phone and phone charger, wallet -- within a matter of five minutes or so, both bags (not ped) are hanging down his shoulders and he's slinging his baseball backpack over one of them, his free hand gripping onto a bat with soft pants escaping his lips.

"Ready? Here, i'll take these and you take these -" He's taking the box of records from his hands with whatever extra hand space that he had, holding the collection close to his chest while sliding his keys off of his pinky hand and into the others' palms.

@★ jungkook j。 *** TIME SET AFTER THE ROLEPLAY IN YUGYEOM'S HOUSE ***

The skin over his knuckles have stretched so much from his grip that the melanin is a stark white, a startling contrast to his tan complexion. His lips are pursed as he heads down the suddenly terrifying road, his eyes skirting this way and that. He's even gone as far as to turn off his headlights, and slowly creep up the street, to park on the side of the road like he had when he'd first come here. It's dark, and looming, and he has the biggest urge to haul in there, raising hell. But, if the guy is there, they'll have to be quiet about this. Somehow. From the looks of it, though, all seems to be silent, and Jungkook's car is -- Well, they aren't up close to really see it yet, but, soon enough.

Yugyeom parks, and slips his truck into park. There's no way he's turning it off, just in case they do need to haul out of there, "Ready?" He whispers, leaning over to give Jungkook's hand a squeeze, before grabbing his taser and pocketing it. He opens his door, and slides out of his seat, falling gracefully to the ground. The way he shuts his door is so quiet, and he crouch walks over to the car, just to make sure. It looks fine: there's a bit of liquid on the side, and as he gets closer, he realizes it's beer - given that there's broken glass from the bottle right next to it, too.

That seems to be the only damage, and he heaves a sigh of relief, before walking up to the door. He his lips, and puts his ear to the door, just to try and listen for anything -- .. Everything's quiet. There's no other car here. He doesn't even know if the old has a car. He looks down the driveway to Jungkook, and steps back just enough so that the door can be opened by his boyfriend. Get in, and get out. That's all they need to do. Once he makes sure the whole house is clear, he'll start to hitch the car to his truck. Taser at the ready, shoulders squared, and breath held.

He prays the old man is out.

@★ yugyeom k。 "I'm here to see Jungko--,"

It was all Jungkook needed to hear before his head snapped around, fear and discomfort churning in his stomach. "Yugyeom," He breathes out, the broom slipping through his now-open palms as he attempts to scramble towards the door. , this couldn't be happening. How did he even know where he lived? How did he get here? His mind was still racing, and he tried to catch up -- it seemed impossible. He was dizzy, trying to grab some self-control on his body. "Stop it -- stop! Don't touch him." He's screaming at his dad -- this man that had lost complete control of himself years ago. A man that couldn't control his needs and took his anger out on a kid. A kid. A man that took whatever he could - ually - and got away with it. All because Jungkook had one thing to protect: his sister. However, his father was no man. No. He was a boy - he was disgusting, a piece of true human trash - and maybe it was time for him to be locked away.

He was going to get sick. His fingers press upon his stomach and he winces at the sting that the bruises leave behind. Jungkook hunches forward, coughing up whatever food was still settled within his stomach - mixed with a good bit of blood. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. This isn't how Yugyeom was supposed to find out, how he was supposed to be treated. Everything was wrong, everything was so ed up. And all he ever wanted was some bit of acceptance from his father, some kind of reward for doing well. But in his eyes, he'd always fail.

"Yugyeom --," He breathes out. Jungkook is weak, unable to follow the scene in front of him. But the others' hands are soon against his cheeks - cheeks that previously held the brightest smile now stained from his own tears. He couldn't even protect him, that's what may have messed him up the most in his head. The thought of protection. There were two things in this world that he was protecting, and needed to protect. His younger sister, and Yugyeom. He was the newest addition to the list, but he was still just as important. And he couldn't even do that. His gaze is clouded as he looks to him, shaky hands reaching out to hold onto his elbows. He was bleeding, everywhere.. Jungkook was angry, so ing angry. But overall, he was tired. And afraid. "But," His sister -- she wasn't home, luckily. But she would be. And the thought scared the out of him.

"," He curses as he catches his fathers shadow nudging his way up, stumbling towards the two. He's never moved so fast in his life, arms wrapping around Yugyeom as he tugs him out of the way. A table chair is slammed in the spot that the two were previously in, causing the male to flinch at the loud noise. His upper body is now lifted, shirt curled in an angry fist - and his fathers face centimeters away from his own. "You touched the wrong ing person," Jungkook snarls, raising his hands to poke both of his index fingers into the elder's eye-sockets. As his back meets the floor again, he scrambles to grab Yugyeom's hands -- quickly moving to exit the house. "Go, go -" He makes sure that Yugyeom is ahead of him, so that he would catch whatever his father decided to do next instead of him.

"Go, drive, please." Jungkook whimpers, basically throwing himself into Yugyeom's car. He hears his father yelling something along the lines of, 'If I see either of you again, i'll ing kill you - understand?!' muffled through the car window. He's sliding down against the seat, fingers uncontrollably shaking within his lap as his eyes slipped closed.

Finally.

It was just them, and he felt safe again.

@★ jungkook j。 WARNINGS: HARSH LANGUAGE, POSSIBLE BLOOD, JUST, JUST DON'T LOOK OK /DIES

To say that it was too easy to get his address was an understatement, especially since they'd been seen together at school more often, and things were looking well on his part, along with his lie. So there Yugyeom is, parked on the road in front of Jungkook's driveway, looking at his car, and another. Probably parent. Either way ... He slips out of his truck, and heads up to the door. He swears he hears yelling, and it just makes him even more antsy. His knock comes out rushed, and he's standing on his tiptoes, a habit he'd picked up since he was small, when he's nervous. Nothing. No register of the knocking, so he's pushing the door bell, and listening to the loud ring that sounds in echoes through the house he's barred off from.

The door opens, and the man before him looks ... ty. He could have been handsome if he wasn't red in the face, skin sagging, eyes tired, and if he didn't reek of alcohol like some college frat party. Daddy dearest. Yugyeom tries to smile, but it comes out as a garbled grimace, and it's like the man really has no picture to person facial recognition, because as he does is lean on the door, and look at him, like he's waiting for him to speak. "I'm here to see Jungko--" "You." He's cut off, but not because of the rude man in front of him, but because of the blood he sees on his shirt, and because of the boy that's in the background holding a broom.

Yugyeom's never seen so much red.

Even as a finger pushes at his chest and tells him to get off of his property, he's pushing the man's hand away, and shoving his body past him. Barreling past him like a bull, and this man's a China shop. "How ing dare you!?" He yells surprised in himself from the scream that's ripped from his throat as he crunches on glass. Broken glass. Beer bottle glass and Jungkook is drenched in it, and , , he swears he can see little amber shards of the bottle in his head. The back of his shirt is caught; "You're the little he's playing around wit--" Yugyeom's pulled onto his , and it hurts, but he's soon pushing himself up, and staring down at the man who's probably four inches shorter than him. "in' touch my and you're done." It's degrading, and it's disgusting, how the slur comes so easily from his mouth, but he's been called it by countless people, and he could care less if it comes from some trash dad with anger issues.

His jaw hurts. It takes a second for him to realize that his jaw *really hurts*, and that it feels kind of weird. It takes a second for him to catch his staggering self, and to touch his face, and then, when it all clicks, he looks at the man. His feet nearly slip on the ground when he pushes off of it, tackling the man to the ground and fastening his hands around his neck. He's lifted transmissions, he's hoisted engines, he's jacked up cars and held them up by the back bumper. He's been stuck under a tow hitch, and all of that packs more weight than this man can. Sure, he's more burly, sure, he's older, sure his punches are much stronger, but brute strength outweighs finesse - especially when the pinned finesse is coming from a drunkard. "Touch me again. Touch him again." He feels his hands squeezing just that much more, "and I'll own your house. Dad's a lawyer, he didn't get drunk and actually got a good life." He whispers to him, seething.

Drunks don't get it, though.

Yugyeom's bucked off, and he's falling back, elbows landing in the mess, but he's quick to stand, and scramble over to Jungkook, while .. Jeon's on the floor, holding his neck and groaning. Yugyeom might have slammed his head twice against the floor. Maybe. His hands are shaking, and he drags his thumbs along Jungkook's cheeks. His own nose is bleeding, and his lip is split, his ears are ringing, and there's probably glass in his elbows, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care. He needs to get him out of here. "Come with me," he whispers, pleading, needing Jungkook to listen for once.

@★ yugyeom k。 //TRIGGER WARNING: PHYSICAL & SUBSTANCE ABUSE

“For s sake, Yugyeom, I said it was nothing, okay? Just — just drop it.” He was angry, but not towards Yugyeom, or anybody else in this damn school. He was angry at himself, for lying like this. For - probably - breaking any trust that he had with his... friend. Friend? B... oyfriend? Yeah, right. Like somebody would want to date some jerk who doesn’t have enough balls to confront his problems. He wanted to cry, to break something or — no, he just wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around Yugyeom. Jungkook wants to murmur how much he feels safe with him into his ear, caress his skin while they talk about their different conspiracies. He wanted to lay in the back of his truck with him and sing to stupid jazz songs off pitch, and laugh. He didn’t want anything else, not right now. So his fingers curl around his books tightly, his head hangs down and he makes his way towards his weight training class. At least here, he could blow off some steam.

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7:46PM

“Yeah, and if I do like guys? What are you going to do about it, dad?”

His words were slurred, and droplets of beer dripped from the ends of his hair along with the tiny specks of glass after the bottle was shattered upon the top of his head. All wind is knocked out of his lungs as he’s roughly shoved against the wall, a hand gripping tightly around his throat with a shard of glass being pressed upon the skin right above his adams apple. Jungkook tries to breathe in desperately, but his lungs fail to pick up the air. A whimper escapes his broken tiers, fingers clawing the skin of his father’s wrists in attempt to get him to back off. But he doesn’t budge. “No son of mine will ever be a .” The breath of the monster in front of him wreaks of alcohol, so much so that Jungkook feels like this’ll be the last scent that he’d remember. No matter where he would go, the stench would be everywhere. “You will get rid of this picture, and you will get rid of this boy.” He snarls, and Jungkook feels small. The color of his face is a light lavender — a color that was meant to be beautiful, but lacked the air that was required for life.

He swears to god he could see his life flash before his life as the shard is pressed against his skin harder, as his knees weaken. He see’s Yugyeom’s smile, hears his laugh — and it was enough to cause his lips to twitch ever so slightly.

DING DONG.

“You lucky son of a . Clean up.” His lungs are now gasping for air as he collapses onto the ground, the male barely able to pick himself up as his body violently shakes. ‘Just brush it off, it’s okay.’ Tears stung in his eyes as one of his hands reached out to slide the two pieces of the broken photo across the floor back to him, the tip of his index finger grazing over Yugyeom’s smile — he quickly tucked it into his back pocket before pulling himself up.

Baby steps.

He didn't even think about who would be at the door whilst grabbing the broom and beginning to sweep up the pieces of glass.