Nepenthe | Taekook Short Fanfic

Your Cruelities left permanent scars on my heart~

Week later:

A week went by and Taehyung didn't had any encounter with Jungkook, nor did he try to disturb his peaceful night by going downstairs and eavesdrop to hear the girl's nasty and eardrum hurting moans. Although those moans hurt his ears and heart in the same way but he won't mention that. He wouldn't even think of it.

A part of him always wanted to see her. But he never get to see her because of how late she came and after spending the night she was out. She didn't stay. Or maybe she did once or twice because whenever reached kitchen to make his breakfast he sometimes found two cups of coffee and two plates indicating that Jungkook had his breakfast with someone else; his girlfriend.

He hadn't seen her. There was cruel part of him which wanted to see her, but there always existed another part of himself which always denied it. He didn't want to see her. He didn't.

He didn't want to see the devil in the body of a woman who was the reason he wasn't having his ideal married life. But, if it hadn't been her than it would've been some of Jungkook’s one night stands, his hookups, his new dates, wouldn't it? Because the way Jungkook's eyes burnt with hatred whenever he stared him pointed out only one thing that he would never see Taehyung as his partner. He would never.

Where a part of Taehyung was relieved by it, there was also a part of himself which felt a huge of amount of hurt engulfing his body because of it. He doesn't even know why ? But, maybe he knew, and didn't want to admit it?

Taehyung woke up at his usual time, in a cold bed. His bed was getting colder no matter how many blankets he used to cover himself, turned on the heater, drank coffee to warm himself nothing worked. But, a small amount of warmth did come from something.

Jungkook’s shirt.

The scent that was deep in its every single thread was now starting to fade a little, but for Taehyung? It was still the same. It helped him in the same way as it helped that day to muffle his cries and sobs sitting against the wooden door of his room when Jungkook left.

It still helped him. To muffle his cries when he missed his family or- thought of how were his little dreams about his married life. How they were all ruined because of him. How his husband never came or asked him how he was doing. How they never sat and talked normally. How they didn't had those movie nights which Jimin told him about. How he wasn't there for him whenever he cried. How his every dream was shattered into pieces along with his heart.

Taehyung blinked his eyes, rubbing them for a minute before he freshened up himself and went downstairs.

Reaching his kitchen, he felt himself stopping at the threshold when there was another girl standing there, wearing the apron he just ordered for himself some days ago, making breakfast while humming to a song under her mouth.

Taehyung’s nail digged themselves into the flesh of his palm, knuckles turned white from the force, breath became heavy, eyes turning sharp and glaring.

She was standing there as it was her kitchen.

Her kitchen!

If she had Jungkook then that didn't mean she owned the right to sway her flat ass in his kitchen.

She wasn't allowed.

Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment, before he went in.

He stood in front of the counter, with his hands in his pockets, staring her with his piercing gaze.

" What are you doing here?! " Taehyung spoke up in hoarse voice, which had her jump a little in surprise, before she stared Taehyung.

She took a step back, checking Taehyung out from head to toe, with an inquiry gaze yet mocking gaze.