'It all goes back to...the day when I turned 11. It was my birthday, and the same day when I was shouted at by my school teacher because she thought I was the one who had painted the classroom walls and messed them up. I grew scared, and when all of the children in the class laughed at me, it felt a lot, to the point, I simply ran outside the class, to the washroom, and began to cry. I just know, I might have fallen asleep or so, but when I woke up, it all felt too odd, too unknown. I remember looking around, at the mirror in the bathroom and freaked out, seeing myself in middle school clothes. I still remember that was the first time I slipped into little space and was found out by one of the staff, who called my mother when she couldn't understand why I was acting the way I was and asked my mother to pick me up...

I still remember mommy freaking out too, but she calmed herself and got me checked up, and when we found out I had little space, she wasn't surprised. Why you might think...? Because I never really lived my childhood. My parents fought a lot even when I was a child. And so, seeing them like that, I became mature, as kids of my age usually were. My father, I don't know why, but he hated me, and whenever I asked for toys, candies, or anything of that sort, he used to curse at me, telling me to be off, because none of it mattered and I should just focus on studies. I grew up with boundaries, not being allowed to play with kids of my age, or anyone, not being allowed to be friends with anyone otherwise my dad would scold me, infact, I never knew what games were, or what hanging out with friends was. And so, I grew up as an introvert, staying alone in my room, either studying or lying on my bed, staring out of the window at the people passing by. All those years, only my mother remained with me, as my friend, she used to make me play games on her phone, she used to make me listen to music, she used to tell me stories at night, she did everything she could for me. And so life went on...

But again, it was till my 11th birthday, when my dad found out about my little space condition, and the reason, as the doctor said was because I used to repress my emotions and never had a childhood, never lived like a free child and so, all that stress made me skip over into a subspace where I felt safe and could feel happy and free. I still remember, dad went into wrath and began behaving like a psycho. That day, I was beaten, and he only stopped when my mother pushed him and locked me in my room. The whole night I cried, and remained alone, in the corner of my room, listening to the cries of my mother, and shouts of my father, listening to the voices of things breaking or being smashed. I skipped into little space again, and all that I remember is that the next morning, my mother entered my room, her arms bleeding from places, her eyes swollen, her face red, with slap marks, and her whole body covered in purple marks. She told me to stay quiet and simply began packing my things. Once done, she made me wear different and darker clothes and we walked out, me behind my mother, as she held my stuff and hers too, and out the door of the house where we had lived in. I did notice my father's body on the couch, he was sleeping, and there were a dozen alcohol bottles.

That day we took a train and reached here, by evening, an old woman, my mother's mother surely passed the key to her and simply went away after saying something like 'I told you this would happen.' I never saw her again, but all I knew was we were away from my father, and I had a new life in front of me, safer, it was all that I had expected.

A few years passed, and I remained taking online school, my mother also worked from home and we particularly only went out to walk around in parks or sometimes to eat at restaurants and stuff. Turns out in the beginning, mommy had gotten money from home, it lasted a year or so, and when we were out of savings, she had gotten a pretty nice job. I used to stay in little space mostly, being comfortable with mommy, in my home. This was the place, where were watched television, and played hide n seek.

In no time, mommy told me I'd be going to an actual high school, offline. I was not really excited but my little self was, yearning to make friends and live a free life. And so I agreed. You know the rest. I was treated well by the teachers, but I didn't get to make friends except you all, but then, even we fought. That was on my birthday too. But then, all that happened, and I still remember when I was dropped at home by the principal, I entered the house...and...

My m-mom was held at gunpoint, her lip was busted and she was on her knees, crying. There were men surrounding her, but...he was there sitting, smiling at me wickedly. He laughed and told one of his men to do something, and the next moment I dropped to the ground, my eyes closing, as I heard my mother scream to stop them.

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The next day or whatever, I woke up, in a dark place, there was no light, it looked like a storeroom, but big enough. I saw myself tied in ropes, and looked around, trying to see when I noticed mommy lying in the other corner. I shouted her name, and soon enough, she moved, and looked at me, gasping, but I was horrified. She was weaker, weaker than I'd ever seen her, she was beaten. Before I could speak though, the door of the room opened and he came in. He looked at me, before taking out a gun, and before I could speak, or mommy could say anything...he shot h-her, directly at her h-heart. I screamed, but all I heard was, 'take care, baby' before she died. Just like that. I cried and shouted at him, asking why he did that, but he just smirked and came closer to me with a syringe. He told me 'see the real fun' and injected me.

That is how my days went, locked up there, starved, beaten sometimes, but mostly mocked, cursed, and belittled. Two years passed and before I knew I was in that basement, where you found me, being a human doll, treated like a stress reliever and used for drug testing. It remained like that for another few years, Yugyeom Hyung realized I was innocent, and I got to know he was stuck there with his boyfriend, and so sometimes, he used to help me, make me eat, and drink but he could do no more. And I understood that. Over time, I grew accustomed to it, and began to believe I could never be happy...until you guys got me back...'

Jungkook couldn't talk ahead, there was a lump in his throat, and he didn't bother looking up at anyone until he felt the cup of the now cold hot cocoa taken away from his hands, and him being pressed against the familiar chest, smelling the familiar scent and felt arms around him, feeling a comfortable hug.

He didn't say anything but realized he'd been crying, for he felt his wet cheeks.

Tae's hand caressed his back, as the elder pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, before backing off the hug, and caressing his cheeks, wiping off the remaining tears,

TAE- You did so good baby, you finally talked about it all...I'm proud of you, Koo.

Jungkook looked up with his doe eyes and then at all the others who were looking at him with soft smiles, having teary eyes.

All of them nodded, which made Jungkook smile his bunny smile, with his nose scrunched up, his eyes still teary, but because of the happiness.

The others chuckled, and all of them stood up, pulling the boy among them, and they hugged tightly. A heartfelt group hug.

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'Well well well~ If it isn't BTS with Jungkook~'