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Episode 9

It was not his fault he was bad around people. He couldn't help but be awkward, the only people he talked to were his parents, and you can't just expect him to be normal when he's not. Jungkook stayed in his home for three hours and twenty six minutes. Taehyung refused to look at him the whole entire time. His parents were too intrigued with the filth that was in their home, he didn't like it. The conversation they had over dessert didn't even register in his mind. Taehyung was just wondering how many people Jungkook had killed. How many people he had decapitated? How many people had he shot at? Did he torment all the other bystanders to his crimes, like he did to him? It was revolting, having such an appalling human being in the same room. When the conversation was finally directed towards Taehyung, he threw his fork on his plate, letting it land with a clank. He rose from the table without a word and turned away from them. He heard countless apologies for his behavior pass his mother’s lips. Apparently, he wasn't usually like this. Taehyung stayed in his room counting the minutes and seconds that Jungkook stayed in his house. He was angry. He was really f*****g angry. That piece of s**t was slumming it out there with his ignorant parents. Nothing could describe the relief Taehyung felt when he heard the door close. He could actually close his eyes and breathe. As long as Jungkook was gone, Taehyung would be fine. The more he thought about his detestable being the more he wanted to shower and cleanse himself from his vulgar aura. Jungkook was so abominable, Taehyung felt like he had to physically scrub his skin to rid himself of remnants, just from being in his presence. Taehyung got in the shower and found himself rubbing his skin to a point where it was irritated. He was freaked out. After towel drying his hair, he put on his baby pink and white robe and made his way back into his bedroom. Taehyung hummed slightly as he made his way to the dresser. He continued humming, more like mumbling, but it didn't matter no one was listening. Taehyung took the comb from the drawer and began absentmindedly brushing his hair before tying them with a bandana. He then grabbed his iPod, abandoning his hair for a moment to put on some music. Zayn Malik filled his ears and he nodded to himself in approval. Taehyung turned his attention back to his hair, and for the second time, their eyes met in the reflection of glass. Although, this time nothing stopped the blonde boy from screaming. "Shut up." Jungkook growled in his ear as his hands clamped over his mouth. He reached over and shut off his music. "Taehyungie? Are you alright?" The light flickered on in the hallway. "Do not tell them I'm here." There was a sense of brutality behind Jungkook's hushed voice that made him shiver. It took Taehyung a moment to find his voice when the other male took his hands off his lips. "Kiddo?" Taehyung heard his father knock and he struggled to reply, "I'm fine, dadda.... I just... I fell." His voice was pleading-like. He wasn't used to lying. He only ever avoided telling his parents something. He never deliberately lied. The knob to the door began to turn and Taehyung lurched out of his grasp to hold the door closed. "No, don't come in!" The blondie exclaimed loudly. "Why not?" There was concern in his father’s voice. He continued to try and open the door. "I'm getting changed." Taehyung warned. "Oh." He heard his father’s unmistakable sigh. "Good night, Tae." Mr. Kim said as the light flickered off and the door to his bedroom down the hall closed shut. "Good night." His son replied in a whisper, more to himself than to his father.

Taehyung let out a whimper because once again he was alone with Jungkook.

But this time.... he had no place to run.