In a world of past heartbreaks and shattered trust, Jungkook's walls stood tall, shielding him from further pain. Taehyung, a bright presence in his dark world, sought to erase the scars etched on Jungkook's fragile heart. Devoted to cherishing him...
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"Please leave me. I'm tired." though the second half he couldn't voice out.
Taehyung loosened the grip on Jungkook's shoulder."I'm.. I'm sorry, Jungkook. Are you.. are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere??" He softened his tone and took an overall look at the black haired boy.
"Taehyung.." he called.
"Yeah?" He blinked at him.
"I requested you something. Please, I want to be alone.". He pleaded with a deep voice trying not to offend the elder cause when people would just pass by enjoying drama ,he helped him instead. He is just not at the state of being grateful now.
Not when his ex just showed up and opened those wounds he stitched bare hands. He felt dizzy.
Jungkook was on edge and he was afraid of that. That someone would reach him. He can't let this happen.
He can't.
Taehyung glanced at him helplessly. He wants to help the other boy. But is this possible he was just being pushed? Like he was getting frustrated from this kind of behaviour.
Literally one part of him just wanted to shout at jungkook that, 'ok. Then be with your fucking self. I'm going.'
Because hell in life he didn't meet someone this stubborn.
But another part was like the total opposite. It didn't want to leave but wanted to know. But he doesn't know how to. He really thought his convincing quality was good. Now he doubted that.
Knocking out both of thoughts he turned his way out with an irritating slow pace. He listened to the long sign Jungkook left.
Jungkook sat down on the chair again in front of the piano. He won't be surprised if he passes out as his mind was on a race track and heart at a warning rate.
He played the song he can most relate to now.
Over the years he can now play piano without even looking at the key. He inhaled a long breath before tuning the specific melody.
Jungkook closed his eyes and tried to feel the ring of zeal. Tried to stitch those wounds again. Even if his hand gets blooded he won't seek help. He won't. He is too afraid to ask for...
"Don't-don't-don't be sad."
His own voice kinda feels unfamiliar now to him.Maybe because he hasn't sung for a while. Or...
"I'm sorry, I can't seem to do anything right.
He couldn't help but to slab himself with those accusations thrown up at him. Whatever he's doing seems to be wrong for every being.
