Be My Mistake | TaeKook

BUTTERFLY EFFECT

TAEHYUNG

Sitting surrounded by the gray walls of my balcony, embracing the purple mug that was my first birthday gift from him doesn't take much from my repetitious days. The yellow frame from 'FRIENDS' printed on it seizes my eyes as a promise to never overcome the uncountable Saturday nights I have spent with him.

I lift my head, observing the pale sky, drinking the darkest shade of coffee to help me practice my favourite hobby, 'overthinking'. The sound of the alarm takes my brain out the perimeter of the fucked up mind I unfortunately own.

After taking a quiet time in my dressing room to pick a suitable outfit for this bitterly cold weather, I'm finally plumped for black slim jeans, black turtleneck and almond over coat. I then stand in front of my full body mirror, applying the 'Acqua di gio' perfume, the one that he recommended for me two years ago and ever since that day, I have never worn any perfume but this specific one. The one that won his validation.

As I'm close to finishing, I hear my phone ringing. I know, no one calls me that early except the one and only Kim Namjoon, who only calls if the shit is urgent. Needless to say, urgent in Namjoon's dictionary is closer to the coffee machine in the break area is broken for a straight hour!

It might seem ironic but trust me, keep Namjoon with no single cup of coffee for two hours and watch the whole company with its workers and even us, the owners getting burnt by his temper.

I reach the side table to pick the phone up and it doesn't take this weak heart of mine a moment to start fastening its beats like a snapper. I still fail to control any inch of my body when it comes to him, when it comes to Jungkook.

"Aren't you a night owl?", I say smiling weakly trying to calm myself down

"I had to wake up early to bless my ears with your voice", he replies, and I know very well he is joking, yet one thing I'm not so proud of is that I live on delusion. He makes a joke about my soft hand and expect me to plan in my head for nothing less than a royal wedding in Italy followed by a magnificent honeymoon in Hawaii, two years before we adopt three kids, two dogs and three cats.

"high again?", I had to ask after what had happened the last time he was high at my house, and my question brings him to laugh spontaneously.

"will you ever forget your dream of becoming a boring teacher and stop questioning for a single minute?”, I smile to myself, saying nothing, as I feel him trying to keep ignoring what happened last week, “good, now you only have fifteen minutes to show up at the company or else-"

"or else what?”, I go with his flow, as I'm not planning on bringing up something he obviously wants to erase from his memory.

“Don't tell me you're firing me cause I assure you there's no need. Give Namjoon one more day to figure out we haven't found a composer yet, and watch him using our asses as a mop for the sidewalks", I reply picking up my keychains.

"It's not my fault you didn't like the three options I have recommended so far. and if you won't arrive in a blink, I swear I'm not telling you what happened last night with Lisa"

I let out unnoticeable sound of mocking laughter at how out of his senses, he is threatening me with the one thing I daily beg for! If only he has any idea how I hate listening to every stupid detail related to her!

"You do realise the three options were lyricists, don't you? How many times should I explain the difference between lyrics and music ha? Funny how you're in charge of the most popular band on earth and even Jimin knows more about music than you. Also did you really wake up unusually early just to tell me about last night? I repeat my question then, are you high?", I ask again as I'm heading to leave my mansion.