Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter-Four

There is a grief no voice can speak,
Nor mind comprehend;
It cuts deeper than the quick,

And drips pain even after the end......

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There should be a limit to ones patience level. But the people around Kim Taehyung always forgets it. Or they just doesn't care by now.

Just like his best friend who was busy in taking the lime from that girl's navel? He had to look away. His eyes going towards the watch in his hand. It was well over midnight. He really should've reconsidered when that midget offered free beer.

He rolled his eyes while looking away from the sight, a half empty beer bottle still in his hand. The bar was far away from their neighborhood. On the rich part of the town. The men with suits and the girls with no cloths and smile that seems more fake than real were proof enough of that.

Normally he never comes to this kind of places. But Jimin almost dragged him today here saying he feels alone in here. But the moment they stepped inside that traitor was nowhere to be found. Taehyung had to search for him for more than half hour till he get a look at that womanizer.

Another sigh left his lips as he take a look around. The night was going on in it's own rhyme. Flumbing bodies not able to keep his attention for longer when suddenly his eyes fell on something or someone to be precise.

The room was dark but those mob of red hair still stood out making his brows furrow together in confusion. Before deciding it was not his business and neither he was interested in that redhead's matter, he looks away. Taking in his surroundings one more time.

"You seem conflicted."

He gulped down the drink in one go before looking back at Jimin. "No, I just feel like killing someone for making me come here without telling first."

"You couldn't be meaning me! Who would want to hurt this handsome face?"

He looked at Jimin. Hoping to found even one trace of joke on that face, then sighed loudly when understanding this idiot was serious. "Just go back to your lime girl."

Jimin's nonchalant shrug was the only form of answer he got before that dumbo really did go back to to eating the lime.

He shook his head unbelievingly then stood up straight, put the bottle on the counter and started to walk towards the exit. His eyes were dropping already. The result of not sleeping enough for three days straight.

That's just how he works. Make his body tired enough so that it will shut down on it's own reassuring at least one night's sleep even if it is for few hours only. Even if it's laced with nightmare and forgotten whispers..even so.

The night air was chilly. His lungs eagerly took a deep breath in, letting it wash away the smell and sticky feelings he got from the bar when sidestepping all those bodies trying to exit that place.

His fingers already holding his pickup keys that were already a sore sight for the passerby. Not that he can do anything about it. This was his first vehicle bought from his hard earned money.

The door slid opened easily. He hopped on and started the engine but...His hands refused to drive. The knuckles were already white as if fighting a battle within himself.

Reason unkown. He sit still. Eyes ahead. Then slowly got down, closed the door, took a deep breathe in and went the same way he came out a little while ago.

With an urgency that was urging him to walk faster, looking carefully and find what he was looking for. That mob of red hair. Bright red, warning of danger....that kind of red hair.