𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙂𝙤 | Taekook

hard life

"What?"

"What're you saying?"

Jimin stayed silent.

"Y--you're lying right? o--or you're pranking me"

"Jimin, its not funny!"

Jimin still stayed silent because simply he didn't know what to say. He somewhere knew it was all Hania. Her brother was just a puppet to her desires. She was cunning bitch who did what she wanted and in the course she didn't care who got hurt or used.

"jimin-ah, i swear to got if you don't tell me where Jungkook is....I am not gonna talk to you and I mean it", the blue warned with red eyes, ready explode off tears. 

Jimin sighed at that.

"Tae, i told you he's in Amsterdam. The contract, it was designed in such a way that he had to stay there for 1 month", he said feeling defeated and helpless.

"I couldn't do anything", he whispered at how helpless he felt. he remembered how lifeless jungkook's eyes were when he came to see off jimin at the airport. As if his heart for holding a tornado to get unleashed. he didn't utter a single word. the screaming silence in his eyes. just two blank doe eyes waiting to explore off any moment because of all the weight they've held all along. 

jungkook wasn't feeling himself and the fact that he'll be left alone with all the emotions being built up inside him was an even more bad news. but jimin couldn't do anything. there were clear instructions from Kim Namjoon that he will take care of all the matters in Paris while Jungkook is in Amsterdam.

Hania played her cards really cunningly. When she couldn't seduce Jungkook with her age old tricks then she used his passion against him. She very well knew Jungkook would never refuse a client and even if he did, he would never cross Kim Namjoon's instructions. She made sure there was no room for failure. She made sure nobody was there to back him up. Impressive at how well thought the entire thing was while he was also scared for Jungkook. She was a mad person. Obsessive bitch and he wasn't sure how hollow she would make Jungkook when it would finally be time for him return to Paris.

-*-*-*-

Jungkook sat in his room at the Sunshine hotels, blankly gawking at the honeymoon suite. Every corner. Every trace. The lingering fragrance of drying roses and lavenders. Champaign bottles. The fairy lights. The blown out white and purple candles. the roughly lying cushions. even the lazy wrinkles on the white bedsheet....screamed of Kim Taehyung. Memories of their happiness already seemed like dream that he had woken up from. Nothing felt real anymore. As if the happiness was robbed away from him, yet again.

A broken sob left his mouth. he couldn't bring himself to believe that he will have to wait a whole long month to get his life back. Just then a tear rolling down his cheeks. then another and another. he cried and cried. Just when he was feeling like himself, someone who he actually was and not a checklist of what society expected him to be, happiness was snatched away from him. 

With him he felt liberated as if Kim Taehyung with his magic wand breathed life into him. 

The blue hair made his black and white life turn into a celebration of rainbow shades. His heart was owned by him and beat for him. Unusual how his soul craved for someone like him but still managed to survive for so long but now one little month seemed impossible to get through.

till then? what will Jungkook do? he knew the answer to that question a little too well. Afterall that's what he has done all this while in Seoul.

Drown himself in work. So much, that he loses track of his own self in the process. No pain. Just work.