Chapter 13: Guys

Jungkook went home but he was surprised to see Taehyung in their house, it was just unusual.

"What happen hyung? Why do you come home early?" Jungkook asked curiously.

Taehyung looked at him who was sitting on the couch while hugging his knees. He smiled bitterly and wipes his tears away.

"Nuh-nothing, just watch something that makes me cry." Taehyung lied as he tried to act normal.

"Are you crying, hyung? Who hurts you?" Jungkook inquired worriedly walking to him.

"Trust me, It's nothing." Taehyung retorted but his lips were trembling.

"Stop lying hyung, you aren't a crybaby, you can't easily cry just because of the drama. Tell me who hurts you, hyung." Jungkook uttered, cupping Taehyung's cheeks.

Taehyung can't help but shed tears, he can't handle the pain. He felt suffocated because of what happened to him.

"Hyung, what's wrong? Please, tell me." Jungkook worriedly asked.

"I-I can't do this, Jungkook. I-I felt suffocated, they were forcing me to do something I don't want to." Taehyung cried, hugging Jungkook.

He was clutching tightly on Jungkook's clothes.

"What do you mean, hyung?" Jungkook asked curiously, caressing Taehyung's back.

"Michael and his mom, she threatened me, she told me if I didn't come back to her son, she'll put me in jail if something happened to her son. Michael was trying to suicide and his mom will blame it on me. I don't understand it Jungkook. Her son was obsessed with me but she's blaming everything on me." Taehyung cried out.

Jungkook was tired of hearing that guy's name. Every time he heard that name, he felt like he wants to kill him.

"Don't worry, hyung, everything will be fine. Trust me, it'll end soon." Jungkook comforted, hugging Taehyung tightly.

"I hope so, Jungkook." Taehyung muttered, snuggling his face on the crook of Jungkook's neck.

Meanwhile, in Michael's house, Michael was crying while writing a goodbye letter. It's not he wants to do it but he was forced to do it. He was shaking nervously while writing.

"Make sure to write them normally or else, you'll write using your blood."

Michael aggressively nodded his head in response, he can feel the tip of the gun pressing on his nape that's why he can't talk or fight back. He was obeying whatever the guy say.

He was crying silently hoping that someone will save him.

"Are you done?" The guy inquired sternly.

Michael didn't want to tell it, he doesn't want to die yet.

"Let me see." The other guy uttered and took the paper.

Michael swallowed hard and his nervousness increased.

"He's done." The other guy uttered.

"Take him to his backyard." The guy said and he left.

The other guy grabbed the back of his collar, pulling him downstairs. He brought Michael into his backyard and Michael's eyes widened when he saw a shovel.

"P-please I'm begging you, I-I don't want to die. Please forgive me for whatever I did to both of you." Michael begged.

"Now you know how to beg, we gave you last chance earlier but you are hard-headed and didn't even listen to me."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't think this will happen, please let me go. You want me to go away, right? I'll go somewhere else but don't do this to me." Michael cried, clasping his hands together and kneeling down in front of them.

"I already final my decision, now, dig your own grave."

"Nuh-no, please, I'm sorry." Michael begged harder.

"You'll start digging or you want me to shoot you?!"

"Just freaking make your own grave now!" The other guy threw the shovel in front of him.

Michael shakingly stood up, picking the shovel. He was crying while digging the ground of his own backyard. Those guys were just watching him.

"Make it faster!"

Michael bit his trembling lips continuing to dig on his ground. He was halfway through the grave. It's also raining and thundering so loud. He was wet and dirty but his tears still fell on his cheeks.

"You're so slow."

Michael heard a voice behind him when he was about to turn around, he felt something hard hit the back of his head and he unconsciously fell on his grave. Those guys started to cover him alive.

The next day

Karen went to check on her son, she was confused because she didn't see her son sitting on the couch. She went upstairs to check if he's still sleeping but she failed to find him.

She checked the backyard but she didn't find any suspicious, well, the crime was perfectly clean even the ground of the backyard since it was coated with fake green grass.

"Where is he?" Karen inquired mumbling standing exactly where her son was.

Taehyung woke up and found himself snuggling on Jungkook's chest. He was glad that Jungkook stayed with him.

"Are you okay now, hyung?" Jungkook asked with his raspy tone.

Taehyung looked up at him and saw Jungkook was also looking at him.

"I felt fine now, thank you." Taehyung smiled, he was loving the feeling of Jungkook's hand caressing his hair.

"That's good to hear, are you going to your work?" Jungkook asked.

"I don't think so, I want to stay here at least a few days." Taehyung retorted.

"It's okay, hyung. You can stay here, I can tell Jin hyung to take care of your shop for a while." Jungkook stated.

"How about you?" Taehyung asked.

"I'll stay with you too, I had to make sure you'll be fine." Jungkook replied.

"What? You can't miss your lesson." Taehyung uttered.

"It's alright, hyung. My friends surely will help me with that. Besides, I can easily catch up with our lesson, you don't need to worry about that. For now, I need to take care of you, okay?" Jungkook smiled, caressing Taehyung's cheeks.

Taehyung melted by his action, he was leaning on Jungkook's touch, he was enjoying this moment. He hopes to stay with this, or maybe not gonna happen?