Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Two

The shadow is the greatest teacher for how to come to the light

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Kim Taehyung's eyes were casted somewhere far away, the darkness of the night only deepening the color of his eyes. The cigarette was burning little by little. Time seems to standstill with the man who was now standing in that balcony of his one bedroom room above his garage. It was made by him when he bought this rundown warehouse to stay overnight but now almost everyday he stays there away from the house on the main street.

He seems to be lost in his thought. The clock was going towards the 2o clock mark. Yet sleep still didn't invade his eyes as usual.

He took another puff before looking below at the colony where people from everywhere who was rejected by social standards seems to gather to sleep. This was home for them. And as for him, it has been 23 years since he has been searching for one. Yet nothing feels like home.

Doesn't matter how much he searches, how much he hopes, how much he yearns for it, nothing feels like that time when his mother used to smile at him with baked cake that used to be bear shaped on her hand or when his father used to come in the evening with arms wide open for him to jump into them. It has been so long since then that he lost count. His mind almost making it as an fantasy that never happened. But various scar in his body keep reminding him the reality. The hell he has been living in ever since that one day. Ever since....

Taehyung forcefully removed those thoughts, the constant inhaling of the almost burnt out smoke making his inside turning bitter yet the bitterness inside his heart was much greater. Much much greater.

He took another puff of the cancer stick on his hand, his mind already getting lost again in the past but the ringing of a phone drew him back forcefully. He picked it up without looking cause at this time only one can call.

"You still didn't sleep."

A smile tug at his lips at the question. "You of all people should know this by now that sleep never come easily to me." Nightmares does, nightmares of flies, blood and flower print Shirts.

Yoongi seems to understand his silence. The sigh that left the white haired male's lips seems to say so indifferently. But Yoongi didn't comforted him. Maybe because he knew that it was not possible to comfort a person who grew up not even understanding the meaning of comfort itself. So he changed the topic itself. "I found something out about that man."

The cigarette was at it's end, slightly burning his fingers but his mind was not on that. His mind was stuck at those words. "What?"

"Not what, it's a who?"

Taehyung was confused by now. For the past 10 years Yoongi, his friend who lives in South California, has been collecting every information he can about that man for him. But this was the first time he was referring it to as a who.

"His son."

"What do you mean by his son?" Taehyung was even more confused now.

"What I mean is, Jeon Janghyun has a son and if the information I get is true then that bastard loves his son very much. Just think Tae, we can use that kid against him. I even found his name...."

He didn't let the man finish his talk on the other side of the phone. His patience lost halfway.

 "Enough." Taehyung's hand tightened on the mobile phone, his eyes becoming hard, the bitterness returning again. "His son has not done anything to me Yoongi. Don't even dare to use someone who has no connection with this. I am not looking for a scapegoat here. I am looking for a breakaway. And if you are asking me to find that very thing by breaking Kid's neck along the way, then I want you to rethink our friendship again."