Erroneous [Vminkook]

72: First Love

The mug of tea stares back at him, untouched, now growing cold from how steaming hot it once was.

Just like how Jungkook feels inside.

Despite the cabin being warm and homey, Jungkook feels like the ghosts of his past are taunting his every move; sending shivers down his spine from the cold touches on his back from their eyes.

He can't even breathe properly without it feeling as if a brick is pressing much heavier on his shoulders, making it only painful to sit alone.

What's worse is the silence.

Jimin and Mrs. Kim are seated on the table, their tea cups untouched as well with their eyes lingered on it. No one made a move, yet their minds are fumbling to many things at once that words weren't coming out of their lips.

Meanwhile Jungkook is trying not to think of anything....

Especially of the chair that Woosung use to sit on being right beside him; empty... Filled with nothing but air.

This shouldn't effect him, but it does...... So much that he can't put it into words

Jungkook gulps thickly, blinking away to the anxiety that's edging his hands as they start to fidget on his leg. He feels as if he looks anywhere else besides the tea, he would not have the strength in his body to hold himself together without exploding.

He has to keep it together.

Woosung is dead.

There's nothing to do about it.

He feels nothing, he should feel nothing.

"So, Jungkookie," Jungkook slowly averts his eyes up to meet Mrs. Kim's gaze, "How you've been? It's almost been.... Three years?"

Jungkook had to talk himself over for a moment to calm down his racing heart, masking a small smile and nodding, "A little more over three."

Mrs. Kim suddenly smiles widely, "Woosungie would've been twenty eight then-"

"Can we not talk about Woosung please," Jungkook instantly cuts in, gripping his hands under table after noticing they wouldn't stop shaking.

Why am I shaking?

Stop it!

S-Stop it..... Please..

Jimin looks up at him, a sad frown on his lips to the familiar panic quivering Jungkook's voice, wanting nothing more than to reach over and give him a comforting hug to how overwhelming he must be feeling right now.

Even if Jungkook ends up slicing his head off.

Mrs. Kim frowns to this and reaches over to place her hand on Jungkook's shoulder, "Jungkookie.... What's the matter? He was your-"

Jungkook raised to his feet, followed with a bow, "I'm going to use the restroom, excuse me."

And he walks away, well stumbles, with his weak legs out of the kitchen, where Jimin and Mrs. Kim share a pitiful frown to each other.

He still doesn't want to accept it....

Jungkook uses the railing for support as he moves up the stairs to go to the bathroom. He forcefully tries to remove an undesirable emotion from rising up his throat, forcing him to feel absolutely nothing as he walks down the small hallway.

Right when he passes by a wooden door, he freezes when it slightly creaks open by the air that followed him.

A familiar door.