Jungkooks' Spidey Secret

“JUNGKOOK! JUNGKOOK! NO PLEASE! PLEASE! HELP US! DON’T! STOP! PLEASE!” Disembodied voices surrounding Jungkook yelled out in terror, but he couldn’t see them. All he could see was a black abyss. All he could hear was them suffering, asking for him to save them. Asking for him to make it stop. What is going on? Why is it that no matter what direction he turned, the only thing to see was darkness?

Why is it so dark? Why couldn’t he see them? Who was calling him? Who needed help? Why can’t he open his damn eyes? Why can’t he move? Abruptly he felt something change, he could feel his eyes being peeled open. A bright light had blinded him as his eyes flew open. It was only a couple of seconds before he could adjust his eyes to the blinding lights. Blinking away the blurring lights, he could finally see what was going on, he could see his friends being tied to chairs while being covered in blood. Blood. Lots of blood. Whose blood is it? Was it theirs? Why was there so much of it? Jungkook could almost feel the metallic taste filling up his mouth. 

“NO! LET THEM GO! FUCK! NO!” He screamed out while frantically trying to move. Why can’t he fucking move!? Why was he only able to see them?! Why does he have to see them suffer?! 

He suddenly felt something change again and saw that he was now in his suit. His suit was stained with blood. He felt the metallic taste in his mouth again. Whose blood is that? Was it his? It can't be theirs? Can it? Why can’t he do anything? Where are they? And what the hell was going on?

“Jungkook! Please no! Don’t hurt him! He’s just a kid!” A familiar female voice screamed out in fear. Jungkook snapped his head to the left and saw May crying and screaming while being tied to a chair. She was screaming at some figure laying on the ground that was faced away from him.

 “May?MAY! I’m right here! What’s going on!? Please! May!” He desperately tried calling out to her. She didn’t once turn in his direction, it was like she couldn’t even see or hear him. He then saw a taller figure approach them from out of nowhere and beat the lying figure with a bat.

Blood continued to decorate the gray floors until he heard a groan and saw the lying body turn in his direction. Jungkook froze, his breathing stopping completely. It was him. The bloody beaten figure was him. How was it him? He’s right here. He’s okay.

He then started coughing uncontrollably, quickly losing his ability to breathe. Why was he coughing? He once again felt something change, he could finally move his limbs. He moved to cover his coughs and to try to get himself to breathe regularly. Jungkook looked down at his hands and noticed blood. He was coughing up blood. And lots of it. He could also feel the contents of his stomach starting to rise in his throat. All he could see was red. Red. So much red. 

“JUNGKOOK!” The familiar ear-splitting screaming of all his friends makes his head turn in their direction. All he can see is red. His friend’s faces are bruised and bloody. He can see a figure looming over them. That being the same one he saw earlier. Him. 

“NO! STOP!”Jungkook screamed out, hoping that the other version of himself would stop harming them. It kept going on for what seemed like hours, all he could hear was screaming, and all he could see was blood splattering on the concrete. All he could do was scream and cry until he felt like his lungs were going to give up on him. All he could do was see the color drain from his friend’s faces as he watched them beg for their lives. All he could do was hope for death to take him instead. He wanted it to be over. 

After the other version of himself murdered his friends, his head snapped in his direction, and walked towards him. This version of himself looked empty. It looked as if something had possessed him. His eyes were dull and his movements were almost robotic. 

The hands that had murdered his friends were wrapped tight around his neck, doing the same as it did to his friends. 

“You are nothing but a menace. You are the one responsible for your friend’s death. This was all you. All because you couldn’t keep one measly secret. Pathetic. You could have saved everyone. But I guess Tony and May still have to suffer for your mistakes?” The other version of himself said in a cynical voice. 

Jungkook couldn’t speak, all he could see was black dots covering his vision. He was going to be suffocated by his own hand. The same hands that saved and killed people. The same hands that will eventually kill him one day. His vision finally darks as he breathes his last breath.

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Jungkook’s eyes snapped open and he quickly rose up from his bed that he was sleeping in. His breaths became uneven and his heart rate increased as he tried to stop the oncoming panic attack. He tried taking slow breaths and grounding himself. He closed his eyes and felt his sheets against his hands, they’re the cold satin sheets that Tony likes to buy because he says it feels nice against his skin. He hears the air flowing through the air vents. He can feel the fabric of his shirt pressed on his skin. It’s cotton, he thinks to himself. It takes another twenty minutes for him to fully calm himself down and to realize that it was just a dream. It wasn’t real and it was a dream. A figment of his imagination.

“Jungkook, you appear to be in distress. I’m going to call Mr.Stark” FRIDAY said from above him. He glanced at his phone and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning. Mr.Stark probably only had a couple of hours to sleep. He knew that his mentor needed some sleep.

“FRIDAY! No! There’s no need! I’m perfectly okay! I just slept unwell. I’m not injured.” He replied in a false calm tone, trying to hide his shaky voice. 

“Boss is on his way,” FRIDAY replied back to him. Jungkook let out a big sigh. Mr.Stark is going to make this a big deal and he definitely doesn’t need that on his plate, not with the Rogues coming  “home” soon. The thought of the Rogues coming home soon made his head spin. 

A knock came from his door, signaling that Tony had arrived and was ready to interrogate him. Tony strolled in with a smoothie and a huge stack of pancakes in his hands. 

“Morning Kid. Fri alerted me that you were in some kind of distress. Are you okay? Do you need pain killers for your boo-boos? Are you hungry?” Tony asked in a concerned voice. 

“Oh, it was just the pain from my ribs that woke me up. And yes please, they kind of hurt a lot. Are those for me because I’m dying of hunger. I’m so hungry that I can eat like three elephants for breakfast.” Jungkook said telling the truth. Okay yeah, he was lying a bit, but he was still telling part of the truth. He really was in pain and desperately needed some pancakes in his stomach. He didn’t really know if the pain was from his ribs or from his insane hunger.

Mhmm pancakes, he thought to himself.

Tony gave him a look and gave him some pain killers, along with a smoothie to wash it down with. “What did we say about making jokes about serious injuries and death? Not to make them. And kid you can’t really lie to me when I can have Fri easily pull up footage or your vitals. So spill or you don’t get any flapjacks.” 

Jungkook let out a loud gasp and glared at Tony, “How dare you threaten to take away my precious food. And kind of creepy that you have cameras all over the place, Mr.Stark, or are you running a secret hidden prank show?” Mr.Stark’s glare intensified and urged Jungkook to go on. 

 “ Okay fine, I might have had a tiny nightmare? It’s not a big deal though. Now can I please have some of those delicious looking pancakes?” Jungkook responded hoping to get those pancakes in his stomach. 

Tony sighed and handed him the pancakes. “Jungkook, you know you can come to me if you need to talk about anything. Sure I’m not a certified therapist, but I can at least do my best to help you. If you want I can get you a therapist? And before you say anything, I’ll be paying for it. What I’m really trying to say, is that you don’t have to downplay these types of things kid. I know these types of dreams aren’t anything small. Maybe you don’t want to talk about it now but, if you want to later, I’m all ears.” He said hoping that the kid would talk to him about it or at least talk to anyone else about it.

 He knows the damage that could happen if Jungkook doesn’t speak about his emotions, thoughts, or health, it will seriously affect him in the future. Heck, he knows he’s the biggest hypocrite but he’s been getting better. He really has, he has a therapist now, maybe his therapist can recommend some child/teen therapists for Jungkook. He knows that the whole Spider-Man thing has taken a toll on the poor kid. Tony didn’t want the kid to have unhealthy coping habits as he previously had. 

Jungkook put the pancakes down, swallowed whatever food he still had in his mouth, and looked back at Tony while taking a deep breath. “I know I can come and talk to you, but I just feel like I’m bothering you. I feel like this whole nightmare thing is nothing compared to what you’ve been through. I’m Spider-Man, I should be stronger than this.” Jungkook then averted his eyes to the pancakes sitting on his lap, hoping that Tony wouldn’t be mad at him.

“Kid, it’s okay to have nightmares. Everyone has them. Even I do. Hell, I still have them sometimes. It’s okay, we’re human and we’ve both been through some shit kiddo. Also, don’t you dare minimize the things you have gone through, it’s not fair to do that to yourself.” Tony said with a calm and caring voice while looking at the kid with sad and empathic eyes.

Tony then put his hand on the kid’s shoulder, making Jungkook look up at him, and said, “Why don’t you eat those pancakes that I miraculously made and we’ll talk later, okay? And after you’re done with them, get dressed because we are going to take a trip to the med bay to do a quick check-up with Helen. Especially after yesterday’s lecture, that whole lecture sent shivers down my spine and I didn’t even understand the language she was scolding you in! Then I’m going to call your school to let them know that you are ‘sick’ and get Happy to collect whatever homework you got. Finally, you are going to rest today, got it? ”

Jungkook nodded and shoved a mouth full of pancakes in his mouth, letting out a sigh of delight. These damn pancakes were delicious, he wondered how Tony had made these because most of the time he was a health hazard in the kitchen. He knew he would have to talk about the nightmare later on in the day, so he was already mentally preparing himself for the rest of the day. 

He quickly finished the food and started to get up to change out of his sweaty pajamas. Tony left for a couple of minutes to give him privacy and told him if he needed help that he was right outside the door.

Jungkook wasn’t in that much pain when he changed out of his pajamas, probably due to the super painkillers he just took.  He looked down at his ribs and noticed that there were still some bad looking bruises. They were all purple and yellow looking. It looks like his healing factor was going slow today. He then sent a quick text to the group chat telling them he wasn’t going to be at school today. They sent their “Hope you get better soon, JK!” and “Ah whys” texts, making Jungkook smile a bit.

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“Well, Jeon, you need to rest and eat more. Like I said yesterday, no Spider-Man activity until Monday. You seem to be healing a bit slower, due to your blood sugar levels dropping. If I find out you’ve been Spider-manning of any sort, then I’m going to tell Minseo to ground you for the next couple of months! ” Helen said, slipping into Korean at the end of her sentence, scaring Jungkook once again. 

She soon left the room with a final warning glance towards both Tony and Jungkook. After she scolded Jungkook, she then gave firm instructions to Tony, she also scolded him in Korean too and she even had Jungkook translate for her.  An extremely smart and scary Korean woman, Jungkook was surprised that she didn’t bust out her Busan dialect. (that was definitely going to make him pee his pants).

“Alrighty, Jung, it’s beddy-bye time for you young grasshopper. I would love to join you, but I need to go to a couple of meetings and finish finalizing things for our soon to be guests. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me or Happy. Order whatever you want but make sure to have some greens with it or auntie hottie will have my head on a silver platter.” Tony said while dropping off Jungkook at their housing level. 

Tony’s phone suddenly rang, “ Morning Mrs.Potts and yes I am being a responsible person. Yes, I remembered the meetings and I won’t be late to any of them, no need to worry honey. I am wearing a nice suit. I’m in fact wearing an Armani su-”

“Oh okay, wait! Mr.Stark can I please hang out with my friends later on? They wanted me to watch a movie with them but I said I couldn’t earlier, because of the internship. But now that I can’t go out on patrol or go to the lab, I figured that I could see it with them?” Jungkook asked while giving him puppy eyes.

Tony quickly looked at him and sighed, “ Cho’s going to kill me, but fine you can go hang out with your buddies. You better sleep for at least 4 hours, eat and take your medicine. Or I’m going to ban you from the lab for a week! Keep your phone on you at all times, ringer on, come back before curfew, and don’t let Helen find out.” And with that, the elevator closed.

Jungkook jumped and yelled out a victory “Yes!”, only to double over and clutch his side, he may have temporarily forgotten that he was injured. He then walked back to his room, being a bit tired, he figured that it was his nap time.

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Jungkook snapped awake from another dream, it was more like a flashback. It wasn’t a memory that he was too fond of, it was a fairly recent one too. He just couldn’t get it out of his mind. It plagued his thoughts when he felt something even remotely close to it. It was like he was reliving it over and over again. He could feel the building collapsing on top of him. The rubble trapping him, making it nearly impossible to move. He could feel his legs and ribs being pinned and broken again. Trapped.

He felt his breathing pick up once again. He felt like his heart was going to rip out of his chest. 

“Oh god, not again.” 

He tried to breathe, but it felt like his lungs were on fire. He was gripping onto the bed sheets hoping to at least catch some of his breath. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe damn it. Okay, ground yourself. You can feel the sheets. You can hear a phone ringing. Ringing. 

The ringing temporarily distracted him from his oncoming panic attack. He didn’t even bother to check the caller ID. He sucked in a breath and managed to say a simple greeting. “H-hello? Who i-is this?” 

“Koo? Did you seriously forget your good old pals?” Yoongi jokingly asked from the other side of the phone. “Anyways we wanted to check up on ya kid. How are you feeling?”

“I-i’m feeling better. Actually, I feel so much better than I can go see the movie with you guys!” Jungkook said in a false matter of fact voice, trying to mask his shaky breathing.

“Jungkook are you sure you’re feeling better? You sound a bit off? Look it’s okay if you can’t see the movie with us. We can all watch it some other time. Why don’t you just rest and w-”

“No! I’m fine. I can go! I feel just peachy!” Jungkook said hoping that they would let him go.

He heard a sigh from the other end. “ Fine. We’ll pick you up at 6. Be ready by then!” Jungkook heard the loud lunch bell ringing in the background. “Oh shit, I got to go Koo. See ya later!”

“Uh yeah. Bye.” And with that, he hung up the phone. 

“Jungkook, you appear to be in distress. I will have to call Mr.Stark if your heart rate does not slow down.” FRIDAY said from above, scaring the crap out of Jungkook.

“AH. Fri! There’s no need to call him. I’ll calm down, I just need to take my medicine and eat. Can you please order me 2 pepperoni pizzas with a caesar salad?” 

“On it. It will be here in 20 minutes.” FRIDAY responded.

“Well, I’m already up. Might as well take my medicine now. It’s not like I can fall back asleep.” He muttered to himself. 

He dragged himself to the kitchen, with every step he took his ribs ached more and more. Guess the nap took a lot out of him, he thought to himself. He got himself a glass of water and swallowed his pills.

Jungkook being the lazy person he is, decided that it was better to watch a movie in the living room than go back to his room. 

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“ Your pizza has arrived,” Fri said from above.

“Aww, man! Right when Shane was going to scare the crap out of Ryan!” He said pausing an episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved

As he was going to go to his room to change the elevator opened revealing Happy holding his pizzas and a bag of stuff behind it. “Yay! Hi, Happy! Thanks for getting it for me.” 

“Yeah, you’re welcome, kid. Tony sent me to check up on ya. So how are you feeling and have you taken your meds?” Happy asked while looking at the kid for any injuries.

“Yup I’m fine. I already took my medicine and slept for a while.” Jungkook responded.

“Okay good and here’s your schoolwork kid.” Happy said while handing him his physics, history book, and other work he needed to do.

“Oh, thanks!” He said with a mouthful of pizza.

Happy turned to leave, when Jungkook shouted at him, “Wait! Hap can you please give me a ride to the city later on?”

“Kid. You know I’m not your personal chauffeur but yeah I’ll drive you. Wait, aren't you injured and staying here until Monday, why are you going to the city, and does Tony know?” Happy questioned the kid.

“ I am but I heal fast so it’s okay. And it’s cause I’m going to the movies with my friends and yeah Mr.Stark knows. You can call him, well more like text him because he’s in a meeting right now? I think?” Jungkook responded, grabbing another slice of pizza, nearly finishing his first box.

“Fine. But if he calls me and doesn’t know where you're at, I’m ratting you out. Now finish your food and get ready.” Happy scolded and then stole a slice of pizza, not without Jungkook whining about it. Hey, Jungkook was super hungry and the pizza was dear to his heart.

Jungkook returned to the couch bringing his pizza with him and asked Happy if he wanted to watch the show with him. To which Happy let out a grunt and took another pizza slice. He took this as a yes and continued to watch Shane taunt the demons. 

“Hey Hap, didn’t the pizzas come with a salad?”

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“Thanks for the ride Hap! I’ll text ya when it’s over!” Jungkook waving the grumpy driver off.

Jungkook checked his phone for any new notifications, there were none except for a couple of game notifications. He saw that the time was 5:30, so he decided to kill some time and play games.

30 minutes passed and he heard a honk, he looked up and saw his friends squeezed into a gray car.  He quickly made his way to the car and sighed he was going to have to sit on someone's lap again.

The ride took less than 10 minutes but it nearly took another 20 minutes to find parking. Finding parking in New York is near damn impossible and that’s why Jungkook prefers the subway. Once they found parking, they all scrambled out of the car into the theater. 

They purchased their tickets and headed right toward the concession stand for some popcorn and drinks. After getting their delicious snacks they made their way to their seat, the most perfect seats in the house, the middle center. It was where they could see the movie in the most perfect way, not too close but not too far from the screen, just right.

As soon as they sat down, his friends started pulling out candy and other snacks from their pockets and jackets. They’re truly geniuses. The concession stand charges way too much for candy, so why not be saving money by bringing your own.  They passed Jungkook a bag of skittles and one of his favorite chips, Banana Kicks.

They all began to theorize how the movie is going to play out and who might die. They soon shushed down as the previews ended. 

“Holy shit! Yoongi! Did you see that!?” Yelled an excited Jin.

“Yeah, I saw it!” Yoongi yelled back.

“Guys! Shhh. I think the good part is going to come next.” Said Hoseok with an eager voice.

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“ Holy Shit! I can’t believe that just happened! Why did it have to end that way?!” Taehyung yelled while throwing his arms up in the air. The rest of the group trailing behind him, complaining as well.

“I know! Can I sue the directors?” Jungkook said considering that if he asked Tony to do it, he would do it in a heartbeat. 

“Uh, high school students suing a movie company just because the ending sucks is not going to hold in court,” Namjoon said, trying to calm down the two young ones. 

“Okay children, let's settle down, and let's go eat! Any suggestions?” Jin yelled over the rest of the group talking about lawsuits.

“Pizza!”

“Tacos!”

“No! Mcdonalds!”

“Delmar’s!”

“Let’s eat at Mr.Ohs!”

“Alrighty, one at a time! Let’s vote!” Jimin said. “Okay. Who’s for pizza?” Only 2 people voted. “Tacos?” No hands went up. “Mcdonalds?” Again no one's hand went up. “Delmars?” Only 2 people voted. “And finally Mr. Oh’s?” 3 hands went up.

“The council has spoken! Mr.Oh’s it is!” 

And with that, they all scrambled to the car and drove to Mr.Oh’s. Again it was a short drive but took a long time to find parking. Once they got in the restaurant they all greeted Mr.Oh and his lovely wife. They were a lovely Korean couple that always welcomed the boys with open arms. They were like the group's grandparents. They were sweet and gave the boys discounts no matter how many times the boys tried to refuse. 

“ Here’s the usual for you boys! I added a little extra because you boys are growing and need more meat !” Mrs. Oh’s said while giving the boys all sorts of meat to cook. She then glanced at Jungkook with surprise in her eyes. “ Oh, Jungkook! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you! How’s Minseo? Not giving her too much trouble I hope and staying out of trouble ?” 

“ No Ma’am. I’m being a very good nephew and I’m staying out of trouble. Aunt Minseo is very busy with work, but she’s doing well .” He said smiling up at her. He really wasn’t staying out of trouble but at least he wasn’t causing it. Satisfied with Jungkook’s response she left and told the boys to yell if they needed anything else.

While Jungkook was cooking the meat he began to feel the pain in his ribs flare up again. He needed to take the pain meds so he asked Taehyung to take over while he went to the restroom to take a look at his ribs and take the medicine. 

He took his meds and then checked in the mirror. His ribs were bruised with colors of yellow, green, and purple. He then lifted his sweater higher and saw that his back was also littered with bruises. They were better looking than the ribs, so that's a win I guess, he thought to himself.

“JK! Are you okay in there? Did you fall in? You’ve been in there for 10 minutes.” Jin said while rapidly knocking on the door. 

He quickly put his sweater down, washed his hands, and went out the door. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just feeling a bit sick.” He replied calmly. Jin looked at him suspiciously.

“Mhmm if you say so, now let's go eat! The meat is calling my name!” Jin said in a singsong voice while skipping back to the table. Jungkook chuckled a bit, the oldest of the group sometimes acted younger than him, but hey that’s part of his charm.

He joined his friends and began to eat.

“Mrs. Oh? Can we get some Galbi? ” Hoseok asked her, gave her some puppy eyes, to which she nodded and said of course. 

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It was only 30 minutes later and two platefuls of meat and Japchae, when Happy had texted him that he needed to go back to the facility right away. The Rogues decided to come a day earlier. Jungkook quickly put his sweater back on (he had taken his sweater off at some point in the meal) grabbed his backpack, put some cash on the table, and told his friends that he had to leave early.

“Jungkook? Where are you going? Why are you leaving?” Jimin asked as Jungkook rushed to finish whatever was left on his plate.

 “Sorry, guys I have to go! Something came up and Mr. Stark needs me! I’ll call you later!”  Jungkook replied rushing to the door. “ Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Oh! I’ll try to come more often and bring Aunt Minseo with me !” He said waving them goodbye. 

The rest of the boys looked at each other and Taehyung ran after him. The rest of the boys followed and called out to Mr. Oh that they would be returning. 

“ Jungkook! Can’t you take one damn day off the internship! It literally wouldn’t kill you to take one day off!” Taehyung yelled angrily while yanking the hood of Jungkooks sweater, making Jungkook stumble back.

“Taehyung! You didn’t have to pull him so harshly, he needs to leave, so let him go.” Jin scolded.

“Listen guys I really have to go! It's an emergency! Tony needs me!” Jungkook tried explaining while pulling himself out of Taehyung’s grip. He only walked a few steps when he stopped in his tracks and heard Jimin yell at him.

“No! Taehyung's right! Why can’t he take just a couple of days off?! We never get to spend time with Jungkook because he’s always at his internship or being all buddy-buddy with Iron Man! We are his friends too!” Jimin yelled while taking Taehyung's side.

“Jimin!” Yoongi said in a warning voice, hoping that Jimin wouldn’t say anything else.

“ It’s like he doesn’t want to spend time with us anymore! He thinks that he’s such a hotshot now that he’s working with the one and only Tony Stark. The playboy, genius, billionaire. What Jungkook are we too boring and lame for you to hang out with? Are you going to start hanging out with Flash and his buddies?!”  Taehyung yelled with a venom laced voice.

Jungkook sucked up his breath and faced them with tears streaming down his face and said with a cold calm voice, “ I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. You guys are not boring or lame, you're awesome and my best friends. I would never leave you guys, I just get so caught up in the internship that I forget to do other things, but I will do better I promise. Taehyung, why would you ever think that I would be friends with Flash especially after all he’s done to me? Truly you need to think and do better. All of you do. I know you might have not voiced it now, but I know you all are thinking it. Jimin, you guys are my friends, but so is Tony, and right now he needs me. So I’ll see you all next week.” 

Jungkook turned around and ran around the corner. As soon as he was out of their sight, he wiped his tears and hit the button that would activate his motorcycle. He needed to get to the facility super quick, so he sent Happy a text that he didn’t need to pick him up and that he would be there in 8 minutes tops. 

As he rode through the city, his thoughts and the voices of the city became deafening. He could hear his heart beating rapidly and could hear the blood flowing through his veins. The smells of the city attacked his nose and made him gag. He could hear the numerous conversations and deafening screams coming from everywhere. He felt like he needed to pass out but he needed to keep his head straight. Mr.Stark needed him. 

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“ What the hell was that Taehyung and Jimin!” Yoongi yelled at them. He understood the frustration they felt at the little time the younger would spend with them, but he also knew how happy Jungkook was at the internship and what Mr. Stark meant to the kid. “Why would you say shit like that? You know how he feels about Flash and his hooligans?! You also know how he feels about Mr.Stark!” 

“Yeah but he doesn’t spend time with us! He needs to ma-” Jimin tried refuting only to get interrupted by Namjoon.

“No buts! You know Jungkook sees that man as family. He sees him as a father figure! And that he needs a father figure especially after his Uncle Ben. You knew that! But you still used it against him! You both made him cry. Heck, we all made him cry!” Namjoon yelled with sadness and anger in his eyes.

“He told us that he was going to do better. Hell, he also asked us to do better. Did you hear his voice when he told us? He sounded so sad and tired. He sounded so cold.” Jin said angrily.

Both Taehyung and Jimin held their head down in shame, they both messed up and were going to have to apologize and make it up to Jungkook.

All the anger and tension vanished as soon as Hoseok whispered something.

“What did you say Seok? You’ve got to speak up.” Yoongi said, encouraging him to say something, as he had been quiet the whole time.

“Did you see the bruises he had? There were so many.” Hoseok said with a brittle voice while staring at the ground. The group noticed that tears were starting to paint the sidewalk.

“ You guys were so wrapped up in blaming him that you didn’t notice that he was hurt! You didn’t see how many times he flinched while eating or while we were standing in line for the tickets!” Hoseok finally snapped and yelled while tears were streaming down his face.

“Hoseok, when did you see them?” Jin asked, his voice wavering and tense.

“When Tae pulled his hoodie. It rode up a bit and oh god. They were so bad. They were green and yellow. Some were purple.” Hoseok let out a whimper and cried more.

It was still and silent except for Hoseok crying. Did he do it to himself? Did someone beat him up? Was it Flash and his goons? Why didn’t he tell them? They all thought to themselves.