Yours Truly

76: as if it was always like this

Jisoo tiptoed to Yoongi's studio. Yoongi had gone to his parents house. And they thought she won't wake up, till an hour or so. Everything seemed blurry, she felt sick to the stomach. Her head was feeling light, her shoulders felt heavy. With fumbly steps, she entered the Genius Lab. She settled down. Calmly, searching out the lyrics. The least she can do is, convey to Namjoon her feelings. She cleared her throat, the deep morning voice. She started,
"Hayan bam areumdabjiman
Deo chagaun bam oneul
Han beonman dasi nun majchwojwo nareul
Jom deo
Pureuge beonjyeogadeon mami eoneusae
Sideureobeorin hyanggiga doen chae
Bulleodo daedab eopsneun ne ireumi
Mearicheoreom ullyeo
Neon naui Blue ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Neul geuraessdeusi
Neon naui Blue ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Geuriumman gadeuk chaewo
Beonjyeodo areumdawo
Sarangiraneun mal
Neoreul dalmeun geu mal
Yeojeonhae naui haruneun
Neoro gadeukhan miro
Han georeumssik meoreojimyeon deo
Yunanhi gipeojineun hansum
Neurige heulleoganeun sum sairo
Nega isseul geot gata
Neon naui Blue ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Neul geuraessdeusi
Neon naui Blue ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Geuriumman gadeuk chaewo
Beonjyeodo areumdawo yeah, yeah, yeah
Sarangiraneun mal
Neoreul dalmeun geu mal
Sarangiraneun mal
Dahji mothal geu mal
Ijeul suga eopsneun ongi
Ttaseuhadeon
Geu gieoge ulkka
Nan ajikdo geobna
Aesseo gwaenchanheun cheok
An doejanha
Nan yeojeonhi geobna
Neon namanui Blue
Neul geuraessdeusi
Neon namanui Blue
Neon naui Blue
Neon naui Blue
Sarangiraneun mal
Neoreul dalmeun geu mal
Sarangiraneun mal
Dahji mothal geu mal
Jinagan maeumiran geon
Jabeul su eopseo"
She chuckled, tears running down her face. Messed up hair and a pale face. She looked as if on the edge of madness.

Jungkook sunk his face deep in his palms. Why did it have to hurt so much? He felt his body getting more and more weary each passing second. He felt as if one minute more, and he'll be nothing but a pool of liquid.
He toyed with his cellphone. Dialling up her number. He saw Taehyung's state. He can't lose another person. He already lost his Namjoon Hyung.
"Hi Gguk."
"Si, is Taehyung Hyung alright?"
As if he had poured all his heart into that one question. He was worried. Worried to the point of sickness. Sierra sighed,
"He passed out, Jungkook. I'm scared for him. I'm scared for all of us right now. I-I-I want things to stop. Gguk-ah, help me out. I don't want to lose another one of us. Please."
"Me too."
Jungkook's response was unusually choppy. It was cold. Coldwr than a winter night. But somewhere, it hid some warm tears.
They both could hear each other breathing. The phone was confused, itself. If they don't talk, why don't they just hang up? And in unison came the voices,
"And what about you?"
They both giggled. Jungkook snorted, through his giggles,
"Great minds think alike, twinnie."
Sierra still had that warm fuzziness of the giggles left behind in her voice. Her voice was comforting. She said,
"Whatever Kookie. Tell me how you've been. Did you get to talk it over with Lisa?"
He sighed sneakily, still trying to potray his usual aura. Trying tp hide his pain. Sierra wanted to point it out, but if he wants to hide it, she shouldn't push him. He said, in a masked tone,
"I was doing great. Then I found oit about Namjoon Hyung. It was just that, I remember never saying sorry to him. I remember forgiving him, even before he apologized but never telling him about it. And, no. No, I haven't talked it off with Lalisa."
"Jungkook-ah, why don't you come over for a meal? I would love to have you over. So, would you be up for tomorrow?"
What Sierra didn't know was that, Jungkook was in tears. He couldn't take it anymore pain. He doesn't even want happiness right now, just a little less pain. He just mumbled, in tiny voice,
"Thank you."

Taehyung felt as if his head was 10 pounds heavier than usual. His neck felt stiff and he felt a pang of sweat on his face. He sat up, the aroma of freshly cooked samgyetang. He smiled, as his eyes dawned upon the lady in the kitchen. Apron tied around her waist, hair in a bun. He tiptoed towards her and the moment his hands would've wrapped against her waist, she giggled,
"Don't you dare, Mr. You are sick and you should be in bed."
He cheekily chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He burrowed his face, leaving butterfly kisses on her neck. He murmured,
"You know, I'm going to marry you as soon as I can. Just a few more years. I can't lose the very person who cares for me this much."
She gently pecked his breadcheeks. Whispering back,
"I can't wait to marry you, too. Now, remember the Red Genseng eomeonim gave us? Yeah, it's in that shelf. On the top left corner. Just have a bit of it. The samgyetang is almost done."
He hugged her tighter, inhaling a bit of her scent. He giddily mumbled,
"You practically are my wife now."
She felt a crimson flash of colour rush to her cheeks. She subtly nudged Taehyung away with her elbows. Her dimples poking out slightly. All Taehyung wanted to do was admire her cuteness. She chuckled,
"Yah, why are you like this? Huh? Kim Taehyung. Out of my kitchen. Now."
He let go of her. Playfully backing up a few steps. Hands in the air. He shifted to english, teasingly adorable,
"Ooh! So you... Want me... On the bed?"
"KIM TAEHYUNG!"
Sierra giggled back. By this point, both of them were blood red. But both of them were enjoying this to the brim. He cheekily shifted to french,
"Votre souhait est mon ordre ma dame."
Taehyung could see a soft pride pouring from her eyes. Her eyes glistened, she couldn't help but smile. Her voice soft, and in the most Daegu accent she answered,
"Yah, Kim Taehyung-ah, don't tempt me."
He fake sobbed. Dramatically exclaiming,
"You picked up my accent m'lady."
Resting her hands on her hips, she cheekily said,
"You picked my whole language."
He squinted his face, crossing his arms on his chest. He comically leaned in and like a child he said,
"And you picked up my heart. Hah! Beat that Mrs. Kim!"
She chuckled, looking away. Her cheeks were on fire as if. She fanned with her hands,
"Aish, Kim Taehyung! Don't pull my leg. Just go, I'll be out woth the food."
He smiled. Regaining his usual posture back. He gently pecked her forehead and softly whispered,
"Sure, my angel. And, I was serious about making you my Mrs. Kim. My Mrs. Kim."