The Symbol Of Darkness

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Taehyung dragged his cumbersome body through the gates of the mansion early in the afternoon. 

He had called Sa Rang to narrate what happened with Jungkook yesterday, allotted some time to drown in his wretchedness, and when the walls of his apartment seemed to draw closer as if they would crush him at any moment, he bolted out of there in pursuit of his friends’ company. 

He went straight to his room and found his two beloved friends waiting for him, as he had requested. 

“What happened?” Jimin asked as he rose to his feet to enclose him in his arms. 

Taehyung melted against the comfort of his embrace. “I told Jungkook everything.” He then pulled back to hug his other waiting friend. 

“You said you would wait a few days,” Yoongi uttered as he ringed his waist with an arm and patted his back with the other. 

“That's what I wanted. But he came to my apartment. I couldn’t let him leave without the answers he needed.”

They shifted to the bed to sit side by side, leaning their backs to the wall. 

“Was he mad?” Jimin asked, although he was sure about the reply he would receive. 

Taehyung’s head lolled back, colliding with the wall with a light thud. “Jungkook already knew the truth.”

Yoongi and Jimin whipped their heads to the side, fixing Taehyung with a mystified stare that had agitation underlying it. “How?” Yoongi asked. 

Taehyung kept the turmoil of devastation hidden behind a facade of dispassion. “I don’t know. I was too busy crying my heart out. I didn’t even think to ask about it.”

A brief silence washed over them as sullenness sifted through the room like falling flakes of snow. 

“He asked me to fight for him.” Taehyung’s voice came across as fragile as his heart. “Until he can see the Taehyung he met that night in my eyes again, he asked me to not give up on him. Right now, he said, he can only see Kim Taehyung and the lies I told him.”

“That’s good, Tae,” Jimin let out softly. “It means he wants to forgive you. He just needs time.”

“What if he never sees that Taehyung in my eyes again?” he whispered, as if talking to himself. “What if he takes too long to come find me and eventually forgets about me instead? What if he can never trust me again?”

“Stop,” Yoongi stated with a firm caution. “Why are you torturing yourself with the what-ifs? He asked you to not give up on him. It means he doesn’t want to give up on you either.”

Taehyung refused to give in to the surging flood of agony that foreboded tears. “I’m just a wreck. That’s why I think the worst. I can’t help it.”

“It’s okay,” Jimin uttered. “But think that if Jungkook didn’t want to forgive you, he wouldn’t have asked you to fight for him. He needs you to gain his trust again. Maybe it’ll be a long way, but you have to be patient, Tae.”

Taehyung’s phone beeping in his pocket stole his attention, and he pulled it out to check the new message. A sigh broke out of him at Jin Mo’s instruction to meet him in his office. “Jin Mo wants to see me. I’ll come back in a bit.” 

“We’ll wait here,” Jimin said smilingly.

Taehyung attempted to return the smile, but his lips barely lifted. He exited the room and made his way to Jin Mo’s office. His ponderous steps hindered his arrival, though he soon stood outside of the door. 

The said door split in half, revealing Jin Mo, who was already sitting on the couch, with no drink in his hands. The observation befuddled Taehyung as he edged closer, and his eyes squinted at him in wordless scrutiny. A dark veil of something incomprehensible hung around his face, that sparked off an odious sense of disquiet within him.