Rewrite the Stars [ Taekook ]

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Taehyung is gone. His Taehyung was gone. Just like that.

If he had been there few minutes, no few seconds earlier, he could have saved him. What's the point of being the powerful person of all time if he can't save the one person who truly mattered to him.

Tae's body got colder as he kept crying. The ice cold body was burning Jungkook's hands but he didn't let go. It hurts, but he doesn't let him down on the ground.

He looks up to the sky, it is nothing but a big black canvas, there was nothing. Tae took all the tiny sparkling stars with him and left Jungkook with none.

The big bright moon they used to look at, hid herself in grief of losing one of her true admirers.

He screamed until his throat was sore, "I HATE YOU !" He doesn't know who he hates.

"Please let me be with him, take me to him!" he yells again, not sure who he is praying to. "please let our stories be written"

He kept yelling and no one replied to him, the forest was silent as ever. He was exhausted and he lay beside Tae, still embracing him as if he could pass his life to the Zalriyan. He would happily give it up for him.

The next time he opened his eyes it was already morning. He looks at Taehyung, a calm expression forms on his face. Only upon seeing his corpse Jungkook realized that all this time it was his soul that he'd been in love with, not the pretty face or attractive body.

It was his soul.

His and Taehyung's were connected and he will find a way to connect them again.

He let him on the ground and stood up looking around. Even though he's been here millions of times and even though this was his favourite most beautiful place in the world it didn't feel beautiful anymore. The little flowers and butterflies didn't excite him, it didn't make him smile.

His eyes focused on some metal on the ground. He remembered it falling to the ground after the Zireh disintegrated. A thought striked him, the Zireh was destroyed on its own. Which means killing Taehyung was it's purpose. 

He picked up the badge. It's not the same as the Zirehs he's been fighting, it's different, he recognizes it, and he knows exactly where he recognizes it from.

He was now a man with nothing to lose.

He pushed the loose strands of his hair away from his face and slicked back his hair and tied it behind his head. 

He was set on a mission. To destroy.