Jungkook stares at Jin for an extended moment, hates the fact that he can picture it. He's always had the impression of Jin's father being cold, calculating — doesn't know why it's taken until now to draw the parallels with his own stepfather. His eyes feel warm again, burning at the edges as Jungkook tears his gaze away.
Because Jin's right. Jungkook wouldn't be able to tolerate the sight of Jin at school with a bruised face. Even knowing that it hasn't happened in years, Jungkook struggles with knowing how to process the information, with how to stem the worries about recurrence.
Some doors never quite close, even if they should.
He licks briefly at his lower lip, raising a hand and dabs at the corners of his eyes with the knuckle at the base of his thumb, catching tears before they fall.
"Maybe I'm saying it a little for myself," Jungkook murmurs, swallowing thickly before exhaling, his shoulders sagging just a touch. "I keep telling myself that it's only for two more years. After that, he won't be able to touch me again."
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Because Jin's right. Jungkook wouldn't be able to tolerate the sight of Jin at school with a bruised face. Even knowing that it hasn't happened in years, Jungkook struggles with knowing how to process the information, with how to stem the worries about recurrence.
Some doors never quite close, even if they should.
He licks briefly at his lower lip, raising a hand and dabs at the corners of his eyes with the knuckle at the base of his thumb, catching tears before they fall.
"Maybe I'm saying it a little for myself," Jungkook murmurs, swallowing thickly before exhaling, his shoulders sagging just a touch. "I keep telling myself that it's only for two more years. After that, he won't be able to touch me again."