The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Evening came upon the skies like a rolling plague. Its courtesy shone into an open display through the window, instilling her fears into bloom one by one. Jangmi fought them by turns as she finally reached for the latch of the door and opened it. The silence of the corridors rendered her perturbed in mind and body. The lights framing the ceilings were glowing, as though warning her that it was late.

Jangmi inhaled the familiarity of this room toned with the essence of Seokjin. The scent of this man could build atmospheric revolutions. She could sense his perfume over everything in this house. Of course because this was his home. But now she was just a little concerned if she was also one of them.

Seokjin smelled like a cooped up room in the heat of summer, like the redolence of sweet tea filling her mouth, maybe a little like the regret too, one that tampered with the sweetness. His barbaric words and ruthless comments added the stench of sweat to the warmth just to remind how intensely burning summers could be-- the one thing she couldn't find within the wintry grasp of Taehyung's memories.

Her footsteps scraped on the floor like a sweeping broom. It was difficult to lift her feet and forget the ringing weakness in her legs. Although the rest had done her well, she still required some time before she had regained herself.

Her meeting with her own decisions on the head of the stairway was dispersed once she noticed the leather of Jungkook's jacket in the living room followed by the starking eyes he wore. They were a piercing black.

Suddenly, the colors of her room changed, her mind now birthing ghosts. As much as he disgusted her, she wished she never knew who he was. It would have been so much better to live in ignorance. Just when she hoped to build something in this world, they shattered it all apart irreparably. Maybe amends could be made and chapters written over again but she didn't have the strength anymore.

Jungkook's derailed line of sight made Seokjin's form stiffen. He turned around to look up at her standing there like she was waiting to be exorcised.

Contrasting the fine material of Jungkook's biker jacket and black jeans, Seokjin had dressed down into cerulean sweatpants and a black fitting vest that looked like he had just visited the gym. The mess of his wavy curtain bangs added just the tinge of manliness she needed to blush a little.

The silence for the first few seconds in their interaction led to a rally of insecurities feast in her brain. It was true that she hadn't had the chance to prep up with any make up like she usually did. In fact, she hadn't even used enough soap to wash her face so it wouldn't be unusual to look out of sorts to them. She only hoped that none of them commented anything wounding to her.

"Where to?" Seokjin was the first to speak.

His absolute expression warned her to be wary of her words. He was slow to look up and down her borrowed grey t-shirt and the jeans that Jungkook had given her paired with one of the satchels she had found in his wardrobe to gather her items. In truth, she knew she could have chosen a smaller bag but the fight for finding a perfect fit was always one step away.

Taehyung had left the premises early after lunch at noon but her conscience could no longer trust his absence. It was like he was always there when physically wasn't even present. It was just so easy for him to appear anywhere. And running into him wasn't a risk she was willing to take.

Seokjin gulped a sip from his coal black coffee mug, not wasting a second to look away from her. Those eyes were a distressful realisation of all the impure ways she had acted some time ago. To think he could be so cool about it so soon was frightening.

"Back to-"

"No." He cut her off surprisingly sternly. It was like he didn't even have to think to say 'no'.