𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊. They've been happy. And Jungkook is sure that his life ahead with Taehyung will be happier and happiest. Been married to the younger boy, it's been years of them paying each other loyalty, love, trust and intimacy with every other po...
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He wasn't supposed to tear up.
He wasn't supposed to give up.
He wasn't really supposed to let that one ugly sob slip through his trembling lips as soon as he the voice of his father.
The same voice which always manages to cheer him up, that always held him strong and supported him throughout his whole life. He thinks, it's impossible for the same voice to make him loose everything he's been holding since so long.
"hello? Is anyone there?" Namjoon sounds completely confused by the unknown number, about to cut the call off--he stops once he hears the shaky tone speaking through the clogged throat.
"appa.." the voice is obviously very familiar, but Namjoon's suddenly desperate for his thoughts to be not true because of the tone the voice came out in.
There's the same familiar sweetness of honey to the voice, the same waviness but why does it sound so different?
So bad?
"who's this?" though he knows, he knows it very well who the person is behind the call. Still he's very desperate to deny the truth, the truth of that shaky voice being of his son's.
It's not his fault that his heart breaks even at the thought of his son being in the tiniest of pain.
"appa.. I-it's me, T-tae." he's trying his best to not stutter, to not sound upset or depressed in any tone. But his own heart is betraying him, broken into pieces--it only desires a little of affection and support that he knows he'll get from them. Only them.
"Taehyung..?" he hears his father, calling his name in the sweetest way possible. There's a sprint second of silence before his throat again feels extremely heavy, utterly awful.
He wants to cry. Like a weak person who's desperate to get over it all.
He wants to cry like a pathetic human being does when he's on the lowest of his tolerance.
"pup..? Speak to me." he loves it how his father realises just how in a desperate need he is to hear the softness, care and affection in his voice. Though he speaks very little of what's going inside his head, Taehyung is very thankful to his father for not freaking out.
"how are you? and.. Where are you?" he asks, being careful with his words and tone even though its extremely hard to let it display the total opposite of what's been going on inside his head.
"I'm f-fine..so good. How are you, appa? And m-mom?" normal, so normal that it sounds extremely fake and to put on this facade, it hurts more, like sprinkles of salt on a fresh wound? Just like that.
