Once Again (Vkook, Old Version)

Chapter Six

(Taehyung's P.O.V)

Jungkook had been acting very weird lately, which I was concerned about. Was he still worried about what Hana had said? Or was it something I, or someone else, did? I was dying to know, but asking directly would probably make him even more uncomfortable and that was definitely something I didn't want. And so I decided not to ask.

It was late in the afternoon on a saturday, maybe five or six pm. I was doing homework, not being at Jungkook's house for the first time ever since that had happened. I was very worried, but I forced myself to understand that I couldn't be with Jungkook 24/7. He needed his privacy too.

I'd just finished english, when my phone buzzed in my jeans pocket. I took it out and saw a message from Hoseok Hyung. Wait, he had my number? I didn't remember giving it to him, but I might've, since it'd been a long time since I'd last seen him, anyway. I opened the message and dropped the phone right after I'd read it. No. Impossible. Not fucking possible.

I didn't bother picking the phone up and ran downstairs. Not putting on shoes since that would've taken too much time to do, I ran outside into the cold. Time, I needed time, god damn it.

It was fifteen minutes later that I reached my destination: The school. Not even thinking about where I was going, I entered the building and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. Please, please.

Opening the door to the rooftop, I finally saw them. "Let him go, Hana!" I heard Jimin yell. I looked over at them, Hoseok also finally seeing me. A smile of relief made its way to his face, as my heart was racing, maybe due to running so much, maybe due to fear, but mostly due to the anger.

I rushed to the edge of the rooftop, tearing Hana away from Jungkook, whom I then hugged as tightly as possible, slowly stepping back to where it was safe. The boy had started crying into my shirt, which his small hands were grabbing onto, as if his life depended it. Soft sobs coming from him, I reassuringly carressed his hair with my hand. "Shh, calm down, I'm here, you're safe."

"God fucking damn it, Taehyung!" That was Hana's voice now. Oh, that bitch had a storm coming.

I let go of Jungkook and let Hoseok and Jimin hug him and stuff, not focusing on that. I only focused on the girl in front of me who was smiling ever so happily at me. What the fuck?

She walked towards me and was just about to throw her arms around me, when I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it as tightly as possible, hoping it'd break her wrist or something. She screamed out in pain and tried to pull away from my grip but I obviously didn't let her go, but instead tightened my grip even more.

"You fucking evil witch. I would throw you off this building right at this moment, but I'm certain Jungkook wouldn't want me to, so I'm going to end this conversation with one sentence that you should never, ever forget, bitch. Don't you ever fucking pull that again or I will beat you senseless and make sure you'll never be able to move again, got it?" I spat, before I loosened my grip and let her stumble back. She stared at me in horror, before running away. Hah. She deserved it.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" I heard Hoseok ask, and that was when I went back to worrying about my love. I rushed over to the three of them, Jimin and Hoseok letting go of Jungkook for now. I pulled the fragile boy into my arms. "Ta-Tae," hic, "I was so," sniff, hic, "Scared."

It broke my heart to see him like this. I rubbed his back with my hand, before sitting down on the floor, pulling him with me. He was now sitting on my lap, crying into my t-shirt and that was when I realized how fucking cold it was. My bare feet were hurting like hell, which I hadn't realized before, since my mind had been all about saving my love from the evil witch. "Sshh, it's okay. I'm so, so sorry, I should've never left you. Damn, I'm such an idiot." I hugged Jungkook even tighter, tears now starting to leave my eyes as well. He looked up at me, his eyes red and swollen from crying, his face pale, full of fear yet a sparkle of happiness somewhere hidden inside his dark eyes, and placed his right hand, which was shaking badly, on my cheek. "It's..not your fault, Tae." He whispered and managed a small, yet sincere smile.