WISHING ONE DAY YOU'LL BE MINE(✓)

27] It was I who made you wait. So tell me why was I suffering the most?

CHAPTER-XXVII

His skin began to itch. The need of something of someone had prickled deeply within him for a while, tore him apart through skin to bones. And for a while now the feeling wasn’t unwelcomed, nor was it fought to be put out, it was fully embraced.

It had been two weeks since Hyun-ah had opened her eyes, not much was said between them, just a croaked out hi as she fluttered her eyes back shut moments later. It was enough, considering the past, this was a sign of recovery. Taehyung had felt a thousand weights lift off his shoulders. All the puzzles that were scattered in his life had finally made its way back. All but one. The only piece he can hold within his palms and place it gently in. The piece that was currently staring at him with a look of confusion. An open book in his hand, one that he had recommended to him. Shirtless, he leaned back against the headboard and waited. The white sheet wrapped around his waist tightly, haunting him as Jungkook's eyes drifted over to him, a silent invitation to hurry up and slide beneath the warm sheets.

He was mesmerising. Always had been. From the very start.

Taehyung didn’t move, only gawked, his fingers gripping his nightwear tightly.

“As much as I am completely loving whatever this is that you’re doing right now. Is there something going on?”

Words seemed so far from Taehyung, he couldn’t answer, they would not budge out from his mouth. A static sound went through his ear, everything blurred together, with only the simple beats of his heart thumping clearly. He only pulled a pained expression, and averted his eyes to the left, clenching his fists.

This shouldn’t be this hard. He couldn’t upright say it, well he could but that would be horrifying, embarrassing, torturous, he would rather have the ground swallow him up-

“Tae?”

He focused his attention back to Jungkook. The book in his hands long forgotten, tossed to the side, as his full attention was now on him. “Talk to me,” he whispered, the cover now off, but he made no intentions of moving closer, in case Taehyung needed the space between them. “I’m here.”

Suffering from his soft soothing voice, his toes curled, nothing seemed harder than to talk. He widened his mouth only to close it moments later. Not today. Losing all the courage he mustered he shook his head. Jungkook grabbed a hold of him, his fingers around his delicate wrist to keep him still before he had a chance to flee.

“There’s nothing I won’t do to fix it, sweetheart. Speak to me.”

His words were so gentle, held with such comfort it tore him apart. Piece by piece, word by word, only to carefully nurse him back to health. He felt like a dandelion drifting off in the wind. He seeped into the world of abyss, with only Jungkook's arms keeping him afloat. Such innocent words compared to such filth he thought of was even more daunting. The worried expression, the glimmer in his eyes, to his distress over him, only for him. Always so selfless. The King of flames, selfish and cruel, one might have uttered before, so deeply giving for him. Realising not one word was breathed out, he cleared his throat and took another look at Jungkook. Only to buckle up, his chest tightened immediately and the lump in his throat returned like it had never left. Closing in on himself was out of his control, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe.

“Taehyung-” Jungkook echoed his name and hesitated to stay back or to come closer. The twist of Taehyung's brows was evident enough for him that his worry worsened, his hands reached and groped Taehyung's waist pulling him closer. No amount of space should be left when Taehyung was in this state.