The Symbol Of Darkness

⑭Just Forget It

 
Jungkook only staggered to a halt when he reached his desk so he could take his car keys, and he stuffed them into his pocket as he carried on running. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Hoseok asked as he stared at him make haste to exit the office. 

Seung Ho was in a similar state of confusion. “I have no idea.”

Jungkook panted in shallow breaths as he eyeballed the place, and he dropped his head, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds in relief after he located Taehyung standing at the corner of the last wide marble stair with his phone in his hand. 

He jolted forward, but he confined his need to rush towards him; he instead walked at a leisurely pace, as though he hadn’t run through the whole station to get to him. “You...” 

Taehyung flinched at his unforeseen appearance, not failing to notice his heaving chest. “What’s wrong?”

A sudden need to swallow overcame Jungkook as his gaze cruised his bewildered expression. “You shot someone for me.”

Taehyung blinked on repeat as his mouth opened and closed slightly, with no words coming out at first. “What?”

“You shot someone. For me.”

Taehyung furiously shook his head, a facade of puzzled unawareness creeping over his face. “No, I didn’t. What are you talking about?”

“Why are you lying?”

“I’m not—” 

“I told you if you lie to me again, you’re done,” Jungkook said calmly, just like he was talking to him this whole time. “That’s not only about the information you’ll give me. It’s about everything you say to me. If you want me to trust you, you have to stop lying to me. About everything.”

Taehyung peered back at his poised countenance, tracing something indecipherable hiding behind it. He could read everyone under any circumstances, he could perceive anything they wanted to conceal from him, but Jungkook’s face was never readable. Like he could discard all his emotions and project only what he wanted. And if Taehyung ever managed to read him, he always failed to apprehend his feelings, the reason for his actions, the meaning of his words.

He couldn’t deny it anymore. That terrified him. And that feeling was so fierce, so overwhelming and vehement it coerced him into fleeing.

Running away was what he knew to do best, anyway. 

So he spurted forward, smothering a whine as he put more weight on his right leg than he could bear, and he hobbled away. 

Jungkook was left staring at him in a daze at his actions, and with a sigh, he trailed behind him. He didn’t have to run to catch up with him, but once he discerned him limping towards a near taxi stand, his tempo accelerated automatically. 

He grasped his biceps and swiveled him around, though nothing came out of his mouth. Even when Taehyung strained against his grip and heaved on his hand to dislodge it, he remained stock still and silent, with his hard, glazed gaze pinned to the ground. 

Taehyung’s attempts to free himself wore off as he scoped his once again unreadable expression, sensing that previous dreadful feeling gain more and more mastery over him. “Yah,” he drawled. “It hurts.”

Jungkook’s hand flew off him at once and lingered in the air before it collapsed to his side. 

Taehyung stayed unmoving, a frown of pure mystification dancing on his traits, then rotated. But just a few seconds later, a stout figure obstructed his way, pulling a frustrated, trembling sigh from him. “Why can’t you just let me leave?” He waited for an answer in vain, and he stepped to the side when he realized he wouldn’t get any.