Witch Academy | TaeKook ✓

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It was cold. He could feel his hair on his arms stand up, almost as if he was startled. His back shivered while his stomach felt empty. Maybe too empty... it made him feel weak. And maybe a bit hungry.

Ah...hunger. He had never really tought about eating food since Jungkook had left. Always skipping meals and letting himself starve. That was only because he didn't feel hungry though... or so he tought.

In the midst of his random toughts he suddenly felt his head hurt. No.. it actually hurt a lot. A little bit too much.
Then he suddenly remembered what had happened. Right... he had hit his head.

He didn't know if his goal was to die to be exact. He just wanted to stop the pain in his heart. His mental state was already in pain... there was no way he could handle that heartbreak. So he just did what he could in a rush.

But... had he died? That's when he felt the blood rush back to his fingertips. So he mooved them and slowly opened his eyes.

It was a ceiling. His ceiling to be precise.

Taehyung slowly sat up to look around while holding his would. His head felt heavy from the pain.
But upon touching it, he felt a soft fabric on top of his wound. Then that feeling spread, and he realized that his head was wrapped in bandages.

He turned his head to the side to look at his mirror.
He looked like such a mess, he tought before getting up.

Had someone brought him back? Was it Sangjun? Probably. But not that he cared at the moment. But he knew that he acted horribly towards him despite all he wanted to do was bring him to safety.

He squinted his eyes to the tought before sighing. He really was miserable, he tought, as he opened the door and went downstairs to find his brother sitting by the counter. Looking pissed.

"Good. You woke up."

Taehyung didn't know what to say as he groaned at the sudden pain.
Meanwhile Sungho frowned.

"Do you even care?"

Taehyung looked at him, void of any expression because it hurt to make a face. But also because he didn't feel like he could be bothered to do an expression.

"Care about what?"

Sungho sighed in frustration as he slammed his fist on the counter.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Now you're suicidal? Have you gone- fucking mad-"

Taehyung closed his eyes, feeling tired. He knew this scolding was coming.

"Hey! Listen to me- why would you do such things to yourself just because that bastard left? Can't FUCKING believe that you went on a suicide mission to get a shitty ring! What is wrong with you?"

Sungho's yelling was making Taehyung's heart beat fast. Yet he didn't have the strength to shout back.

"You wouldn't understand- it was important to me, so i went there to get it."

Sungho couldn't get any more angrier as he crossed his arms.

In the past 3 years, they had actually gotten pretty close as a family. Especially after Lee had left. They were like actual brothers for a change and Sungho cared for him. So he hated to see him finish himself like this.

"I don't like how you're ruining yourself for that bastard. Remember? He left you-"

Taehyung finally furrowed his eyebrows and bit inside his cheek to contain his anger.
But he didn't feel like holding back too much either.