DADA [Taekook]

15. How Taehyung met Jungkook

Flashback continued
Taehyung POV

I rang the bell and stood in front of his door nervously, trying to steady my breath which I had almost lost in the process. I could sense shivers down my spine. A faint music resembling a cartoon theme song could be heard from the inside of the house, which didn't really help my anxiety.

It must be Jungsun.

It didn't require a genius to know that Jungsun was at home Jungkook at that hour of the evening. But that one moment of realisation as I was about to see Jungkook again face to face hit me harder than ever. And then, I was reminded of what Jin hyung had said to me.

It's Jungkook and Jungsun who you're approaching. And not just Jungkook.

You can do it, Taehyung.

You have to do it for Jungkook and Jungsun.

"Who's there?"

I was so occupied in my thoughts that I almost missed his voice calling out for me. Hurriedly, my eyes moved to the same brown doe eyes looking at me from the door viewer, his otherwise relaxed eye dilating in shock as he looked at my face.

I gulped hard, forcing out words from my throat, "J-Jungkook-"

The door flung open, revealing Jungkook in his green checked pyjamas. My nervous eyes locked into his brown ones as we stood like statues at our spots. We didn't move for what felt like an hour, although only a minute had barely passed.

The dark bags under his eyes and his worn out face were so evident that it made my heart clutch at the mere thought of how the younger was handling everything on his own with his toddler.

It only deepened my feelings of guilt.

I made up a huge part of his sufferings.

"What... what are you doing here..?" Jungkook mumbled, his brows knitted in confusion.

My heart was beating so fast against my ribcage as I tried to form words, stuttering, "I-I'm... I just... came here to meet you.."

"Meet me? Why?" He whisper-shouted at me, his expressions turning even more confused.

"C-Can we t-talk for a moment..." Tears pooled in my eyes as I said that and my fists clenched on my sides, unable to express myself in a better way.

"Dada! Booie, booie!" Jungsun's babbles and giggles were faintly audible from inside as he called out for his dad after a whole day of staying away at the daycare.

"Jungsun-ie, Dada's here bun" Jungkook smiled as he peeked inside at his child who giggled louder.

He turned his face towards me, a grave expression plastered on his face as he muttered, "I can't talk right now. So don't waste your time."

"I-I'm sorry. I understand that it wasn't the best idea to see you here. Can we meet somewhere else-"

"Dada!" Jungkook looked in his toddler's direction again.

He turned his head towards me sharply. A mixture of tiredness and rage was filled in his expressions as he blurted out, "I don't know."

I turned my eyes downwards, blinking a couple of times to stop myself from letting those damn tears roll down. I nodded and looked at the boy again as I said, "I get it, Jungkook. Sorry for coming here this late.."

Without another word, I took a couple of steps back and walked away hastily, not wanting to make it more awkward than how it already was. I heard the door being shut behind me, indicating that Jungkook had retreated as well.