The next day, Yoongi showed up with a douzaine bandages under his forehead.

Jungkook didn't dare talk to him, he was too ashamed he had the bullying continue, too ashamed of not saving his friend too ashamed to even see his face that just reminded him of how much of a caword he was.

The two no longer talked to each other. Yoongi never talked to the younger and always seemed to avoid him for an unknown.
Jungkook avoided him too, because the simple idea of Yoongi scared him. Because the older was strong enough to survive what he lived daily.

A few years later~

Jungkook still didn't have the courrage to talk to the other.

After the house incident there was just too much going on.

But even though he had accelted the fact that Yoongi had changed, he still couldn't bare to see his face.

He hated that face.

That face he had seen being beaten up by his own mother.

This face that he had spent years with.

That face that reminded him he was week idiot, that couldn't even manage to call the police when that woman took out a knife.

He knew everything that had happened to Yoongi, and had been dying to talk to him about it.

But he didn't have the courage to. He didn't have the courtage to admit to the older he could have saved him hut didn't.

He couldn't face his worse fear...

Weakness.