Jungkook swung his leg back and forth, his head felt too heavy on his shoulders.
Actually, scratch that, everything felt too heavy for him. His heart, his soul, his body, the tears containing themselves in his eyes.
His whole existence felt heavy.
The surroundings around him spinned and the alpha felt maybe he'll fall off the cliff he was sitting on, maybe he wouldn't mind it all that much but still the Information kept him a bit sober.
Though, he didn't like that thing all that much but whatever.
Blood of others and his own self cling to him like a second skin, the disgusting liquid rolling down his body, finding its own way back out of his system.
On a normal day, the thing will make his skin crawl but today, he seemed to tired to give two fucks about it.
The alpha’s whole body was adored by fresh wounds, the pain emitting through every pores of his body made Jungkook wince and moan in pain. The alpha tried to drown out those sounds by the bottle of liquor hanging in his hands.
Jungkook was drunk, there was no doubt about that.
But it surely wasn't enough, it wasn't enough to drown out the loneliness that engulfed him, it wasn't enough to make the inside of his head just as fuzzy as his body felt. It wasn't enough to forget the horrors of the world, it wasn't enough to forget about the screams of the people he just killed. It wasn't enough to forget just how disgusting he looked and smelled.
It surely wasn't fucking enough To forget the omega who made his life because.
Why the fuck the alchohal wasn't enough to forget how he had lost everything beautiful he could once have?
Why the fuck it couldn't help him forget about Taehyung? About his beautiful smile and sweet fond fond eyes. Things would have been better than.
Normally, Jungkook didn't have to think so much, thinking made it too hard to look him in the eye in front of the mirror. Guilt and pain ate him alive when he thought too much.
Things became hard when he started to miss Taehyung a bit too much. Normally, he didn't have to think about him so much. He made sure of that by keeping himself busy. By taking missions after missions.
By keeping himself so busy he didn't even have time to think about keeping himself fed, he went days and weeks without eating because that's what was required of him. It became easier that way, but now….
Now when he had put a full stop on one mission, having the closed case and nothing to do.
He finds himself in a situation like this, on times like this he's drunk and ends up somewhere on the street or a dumpster or if he's lucky enough, he crashes in one of the co-workers house, specifically Jin who unfortunately has to clean up his vomit and put him to bed.
The older beta never complains though so even if Jungkook finds himself guilty for his pathetic acts, he doesn't shy away from going to his house.
Jin, the former field worker like him and now his tech guy, has been with him since day one, Jungkook can say he's his mentor, everything that Jungkook knows of, from picking up on a lock to using the most advanced guns and devices. Jin has taught him all of that.
It's nothing sentimental if Jungkook is being truly honest.
Being a tech guy didn't pay as much as being on the field did. Jin only gets 10 ℅ of what an assassin earns, hence he needed a heir of sort so that's that. The alpha never had savings since 50℅ of his income went to the older beta as a gratitude for everything.
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Fanfic[COMPLETED] A taekookau where Taehyung never expected Jungkook to come back after 6 years. He didn't expect him to ask for their little son either. But when his own little Eun wants to be with Jungkook what would he do? ➳༻❀✿❀༺ Cover © TaeTaes_Beach...