🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

22. Outro Tear

🖤💜: "We walked towards the same place; this will be our last. We were talking about eternity, destroying each other relentlessly. I thought we had the same dream - that dream has finally become a dream." 💜🖤

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He remembered a similar night like this.

The sky was breaking down on their heads as they anticipated outside the abandoned godown; waiting for the suspected to arrive with the opium. His and his colleagues' uniforms were drenched in the ice cold water, making them shiver like autumn leaves. Although they were able to catch the criminal, the next seven days were followed by severe cough and cold, barely slipped through the grasp of pneumonia.

Namjoon had never been so worried about his health in his whole life.

Another loud thunder rumbled through the clouds and he groaned in frustration, throwing away the blanket from his bare muscular form. Lights were gone and he couldn't think of it to be back anytime soon. Despite his body and brain was tired as hell, he couldn't put his eyelids together.

Midnight snacking can't hurt at a time like this.

Lightning struck in the blues again, flashing on his caramel skin through the glass sealed window as he walked towards the kitchen, opened the shut down fridge and took the bacons out. He heated some of the meat on the gas stove since the micro oven was not working and munched on the delicacy standing at the counter. Namjoon was a little worried about his performance at work tomorrow because of the sleep interruption. While wondering over whether he should skip his morning workout session or not, he put the plate down the sink, washed up and returned to his room, satisfied with the full belly and now calm nerves. He felt his lids getting heavier as stared outside at the carnage of nature, hypnotized at the breakneck and well as beautiful phenomenon.

The clock was striking three in the morning and the devil seemed to take full advantage of his fun time.

Namjoon hoped that he doesn't have to hear any bad news tomorrow because of this heavy rain; let alone at this calamity.

"Ah shibal.... "

The glass of water toppled over, sound suppressed by the constant thundering; but before he could wipe the water away from the bedside table, another annoying sound popped up but it was not from the outside.

It was coming from under his pillow; a little muffled with vibrations.

He didn't just manifest that, did he?

Taking his phone, he tried to remember the unknown number displayed there. It wasn't from the police station; neither from any of his colleagues or his senior officers. Who could it be?

The call ended unanswered. Then it rang again.

He picked up.

For a couple of seconds, there was ruffling on the other side and then a broken voice addressed him as 'jangyo-nim... '

One second was all it took for him to recognize the voice and reach for his jacket and bike keys.

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Was it desperation? Or did it burnt out, leaving the black hole of pain behind?

If it was, where exactly was it hurting? Body or mind? Or both?

Every single symbol of life or light were nearly extinguished; even to her dead eyes. She was taking each step on the debris like stepping on broken skull pieces, the cracking sound hitting her senses thickening the bile on her throat. The dim yellow ochre hue of barely flickering fire reflected on her blank face, her dusty disheveled hair, her bleeding scars; glorifying the agony to multiple folds. She has been in the sacred tombstone only once in her lifetime and however she felt about the place back then compares nothing to what it has turned into now.