𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 | Taekook ✔️ Translation

Chapter 11 - Precipitation

The restaurant. He had to be there, so I could join him.After a few minutes of crying on the floor, I stood up abruptly, tears still streaming down my flushed cheeks.I rushed to the entrance, hastily put on my shoes and threw myself on the wooden pot of the chest of drawers to grab the car keys that were usually stored there.I had to pick them up several times, my trembling making me drop the object each time I managed to grab them.

The restaurant. I was sure it was there. He couldn't be anywhere else.I wanted to get to him as soon as possible, to see with my own eyes that he was okay and to be mad at myself for panicking so much.I wanted to yell at him when I saw that he had just played a dirty joke on me and see the tender smile on his face every time I blamed him for something. It took me a few tries to grab them, my shaking making me lose my grip.I had to pick them up several times, my shaking making me drop the object each time I managed to catch them.The restaurant. I was sure it was there. He couldn't be anywhere else.I wanted to get to him as soon as possible, to see with my own eyes that he was okay and to be mad at myself for panicking so much.I wanted to yell at him when I saw that he had just played a dirty joke on me and see the tender smile on his face every time I blamed him for something.I just wanted to hear his voice begging me to forgive him and to come and snuggle in his arms, to see his tender eyes full of life. That was all I wanted at the moment.

To see him.

Without further thought, I stormed out of the house after securing my grip on the keys, then rushed to the car without paying attention to Yeontan's barking, who must have been startled by my panic. I didn't bother to close the door or turn off the lights, I just opened the door, got in the car and drove off. I didn't pay any more attention to the bins I'd knocked over as I pulled out of the driveway, or to the sound of horns blaring every time I was on the street. I passed cars without once remembering the safety rules of the road, speeding up as soon as I saw a red light coming, without once stopping to let pedestrians cross, whose faces were distorted into a contemptuous expression every time I sped by.

I didn't care about all that. I could have my licence revoked, I didn't care.All I cared about was getting to him.To see him. Just to see him.As my tear-filled eyes remained fixed on the road, my thoughts raced through my head, so much so that it was painful.Why didn't he answer? What did the call mean? Did he want to play a joke on me? Or maybe he had something serious to tell me?If the problem was mine, he would have told me about it before.And above all, he would never have done it on the phone. Because if Jungkook could be a bit irresponsible sometimes, even immature, he was definitely not the kind of person to do that.And that's why the situation worried me even more. Because if it wasn't a problem for me, then something must have happened to him. Something bad.

Still thinking about the same questions, I reached for my mobile phone, which I had stuffed into my trouser pocket. Taking my eyes off the road for a few seconds, I focused on the device, unlocked it and calledJungkook. But no matter how many times I called, each time I got his voice mail.He didn't answer. And yet, I kept calling. Anxiety rose in me a little more each time I heard the famous ring in my ear.I was going to keep calling until he picked up, even though it was becoming a little more unbearable.After about thirty times, I angrily threw my phone on the passenger seat, letting out an angry scream as I saw everyone gathering outside the restaurant car park. SomePolice, firemen, paramedics, the manager and curious passers-by who had stopped for a moment to see what might be going on.

And Jungkook hadn't picked up the phone once.

I just want to see him.