𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊. On a random Sunday, Jeon jungwoo and his father jeon jeongguk--a fifty two years old and retired employer of 'park's eletronics' received a phone call for testing the VR device, the company's been working on since years.
Little did t...
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"hyungie.." . . . .
"hyungie, are you home already?"
. . . .
"hyungie.. Look at me, hyungie.."
. . . .
"are you upset hyungie, why won't you look at taehyungie.. "
. . . .
The whole fucking room, the same huge hall and all of the people and colleagues immediately went on a silent mood as they heard that sweet, chocolaty deep voice resonating within the huge hall.
Their curios gaze been permanently settled down on the old man, who's shivery figure speedily went down to a stiffened, shocked one.
It wouldn't be a lie to say that jeongguk really did feel like he was actually dead, actually gone to his dead lover. The moment his favourite voice, that same peace-providing, jovious and utterly sweet--loving voice rang through ears, Jeongguk really fucking felt his heart trying to explode out of its hard cage.
He could hear the voice from his behind, the sight in front of his eyes was of his own house. Lights dim and air just cold and shivery. He could see, no--he could literally feel knob of their maindoor in his grip.
His gaze was facing the door, and the voice--that fucking amazing, melodious and extremely powerful voice could be heard from the living room--setting all of his insides on fire and fury.
"hyungie.. Gukkie?"
"tae--taehyung.." the old man whispered which almost sounded like a soft, quite shush to his own ears. His throat felt dry, his tongue seemed to be disabled as he quietly, hesitantly stepped towards the living room and oh..
The way his breathe hitched and his chest heaved a loud, chaotic breathe.. Unknown to him, a warm pair of pearl like tears streamed down to his cheeks. His lip bitten down in between his set of teeth.
