The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Thirty

A mix of rage and hurt spilt across the floors of her conscience, heating its currents to a degree where all went blinding. She couldn't make peace with the realisation that the emotion so long behind was filling her up again but here she was; watching the sweat prowl off her skin and bite her.

She grabbed a men's hairbrush from the cluster of items on the holder and brushed her hair down until it was falling straight down her face. The swell in her cheeks was nowhere near being shaded by that. She adjusted the oversized t-shirt one last time and then collected her things from the bedside to scuttle out of that suffocating room.

The stench of all these betrayers was getting on her nerves. All of them. Every one of them was a stinking excuse for a human, much less a man.

The door handle shifted with an ominous noise when she appeared in the face of the room that was supposed to be Taehyung's home to evil. It churned in her stomach as she gasped and slowed her footsteps before running faster than she could. The smell of his skin mingled with the air when he ushered into the open, to her running for the outside.

"Here." Jungkook appeared at the doorway with a lush jacket on the hook of his arm.

Her reckless run was adjourned. She waited to look at Jungkook's expression hoping to catch a glimpse of what his help meant but there was nothing except a completely clueless man waiting for her.

"Can you take the wheel instead?" She asked, taking the jacket from him.

Jungkook's brows shot up, "You want me to drop you at the Kang House?"

"Kang House?"

"That fucker's estate." He stressed as a matter of factly. This was the first time she had come across a name for the address she lived at. The name was pretty logical to believe. "He's waiting for you in the car and now's when you decide?"

Jangmi dusted the jacket and pushed her arms through its holes, "Please save your lecture for when I'm not there."

"Lecture? What am I, your professor?" He scoffed. "Don't just turn down my man like that. He's been waiting there for the last five minutes."

Her eyes wavered, "I can't face him just yet."

"Jangmi.." he sighed and rubbed his forehead, causing her to look at him.

She was losing herself in translation to what this could mean. Jungkook's presence wasn't as venomous as his reputation was. Sometimes he seemed just like another guy who couldn't hold his tongue and other times it was a burning realisation of the time when she still believed in Taehyung.

"It's snowing.." she mumbled and raised her head to the spots of white floating down the sky. From below they looked like tiny feather flakes showering from the clouds painting the ground into spots of dirt-driven grey snow.

Jangmi felt her cheeks burn and more tears roll off her face as she looked at Jungkook who had stopped to turn to her. An unnoticeable frown had grown on his forehead as though to wear her down with pity.

Was she pitiful? Even to Jungkook?

Without another word, he walked over to Seokjin. He was leaning against his car, wrapped in the hoodie that swallowed him whole. His comprehension of Jungkook's words was slow yet he didn't resist the decision and simply nodded. Jangmi's memory was forced to be driven to the time in his bedroom. He might have said those things in the heat of the moment but did he truly mean it? It was difficult to see him in that light.

It hadn't even been a week since this had started and it already hurt.

"Let's go." Jungkook motioned her to follow from afar.