Tattoos & Temptations [Taekook]

12. Teach me how to fly

Taehyung's pov:

I started perspiring. My hand started to feel clammy next to my bouncing knee and my heart started to race. I began to impatiently stomp my feet at either end of the room as I paced back and forth. Now that it's 11:45 p.m., anxiety started to take over my body.
If I claimed not to have considered abandoning the plan, I would be lying. My subconscious kept reminding me to stop doing this every five minutes.

But Jungkook's voice kept ringing in my ears.
'i am untying your wings tonight,get ready to fly'. I have nothing else to hold onto besides his words. As I thought of his reassuring face, an unknown amount of courage gushed through my veins. What is this boy doing to me? Going up against my lunatic father is like calling on death, but a simple guy I met three months ago gave me the guts to do this, something I had never had in my entire 25-year life.

To me, freedom was a forbidden fruit. I've always longed for a simple life where I could love whomever I wanted to, eat whatever I pleased, and do what I heartened. But I never once had the opportunity to live that way in my entire life. I've kept harping my fist against the metal doors of the cage which is my agonizing life as I struggle to breathe through the animosity and critical glances. Putting up with abuse and mental traumas.

Now that Jungkook is offering to help me get that forbidden fruit,i couldn't help but hope,hope for a brighter tomorrow in which i could open my eyes without any fear. Imagining myself carefree and liberated made my heart race. In reality, I was absolutely certain that my father would preclude me from having any of those things. Jungkook, however, brought the last shred of hope into my life, and I'm not going to let go of that. At least I tried, so if my father ends up killing me, I will be happy.

My basics, my cards, the picture frame of my grandmother and myself, and some cash were all in my bag. I thoroughly studied my room, which had turned into a dungeon. I guess it's not surprising that I don't feel the slightest bit of sorrow about leaving my family; in fact, I felt both elated and anxious at the same time.

A new message from Bambi Jeon

Get your ass up and sneak out dickhead. I am waiting outside it's already 12:10🔪🖕🏻

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes recalling the past 25 years of traumas and mistreatment.

'Let's get the fuck out' i told to myself as i clutched on my bag tightly.

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I have absolutely no idea how I was able to leave that place. We kept quiet as Jungkook drove the car and allowed the silence to permeate the drive. We got out after he slammed on the brakes in front of his house. As I neared him, my head bowed low; he was bouncing with joy.

"We made it tae, we fucking made it"I stopped him by holding his shoulder. I slouched against him, burying my face in his hair that was lazily spread out over his neck as I curled my hands around his neck. I clung to that boy like it was my life or death. Even if this freedom is just fleeting, I am happy right now because he released me from that imprisonment.

"Thankyou" i whispered into his hair. Before I knew it, I was clinched in his arms, pressed to his chest, arms pinned to my sides,my feet dangling, lifting me up. His hold was so tight, I wondered if I could breathe and he twirled me around, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I couldn't help but throw back my head and laugh at his silliness. Finally he put me down on my feet and took my bag from the car.