Unexpected Love: Taekook ff ✓

Chapter 63: Closure-III

(Previous chapter)

"Kook. It's yug hyung. Yoongi hyung told us what he said but I hope you won't be dumb enough to believe that shit and blame yourself. You know yourself that you aren't wrong. So don't beat yourself because of the thing which isn't in your control. Rest I know you'll take care of yourself."

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Author pov:

Whatever we build with effort , love , patience and trust resembles the house made of cards. The cards which are balancing the wait of past and pain , the cards which are at the edge to lose their hope , the cards which are holding on to each other for their dear life just to give the little happiness to the one who is assembling it , just to witness the peace on the face of the one who is building it , bit by bit and one at a time.

But it doesn't take a second for fate to turn someone's life upside down. It just happens without any warning and without any effort like a swoosh of the wind and they , they could just only sit back and watch the house of cards made by their efforts crumble in front of their own eyes , helplessly. And even after that they couldn't do anything , even when the wind goes away and the silence falls everywhere they just cry over the scattered bricks without doing anything because it's not the hope they lose this time but the will of making the house get crushed.

However , who would tell them that it's already a waste of time to build a house instead of a home. Who would tell them that it's already useless to use scattered cards to build something so fragile when they know that the window of the past is still wide open. No one , no one would tell them because they had to realise it by themselves , they have to realise that until and unless the breeze is warm and the home isn't strong they won't be able to live in it.

And who says that the home could only be a square of land and a space within four walls , it can always be a person who'll hold a strong ground who'll feel like a warm breeze and who'll feel like another will.

So to say that Jungkook doesn't have a home will be a lie... because he does have one , he does have a home which isn't like those cards which will be scattered from a sudden swoosh of air. He has a person who feels more than home to him , he has taehyung as his husband who feels like a warm breeze to him , he has his Mi casa where he can always return at the end of the day.

And at this moment he wishes to return back to his home. It's been 8 hours since he returned back to Busan and 5 hours since he has been sitting here on the ground of the cemetery near Mingyu's grave. And , still just like every year he felt the same heaviness enveloping his heart , same weight weighing on his shoulder , nothing changed everything is the same , just like it was , but this time Jungkook doesn't want to cry alone , this time he wants taehyung to collect him when he'll fall.

Because Jungkook isn't afraid anymore , he isn't afraid to show taehyung that he needs him. Jungkook has enough of that fake facade he had always pulled on. He is tired of pretending that he is living when he knows he can't. He stood up from the ground and dusted off his clothes as he turned around to leave but before he could do so a voice stopped him. He heard the crunching of dead leaves and felt the presence just beside him , he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to calm himself as the one to whom that voice belongs shouldn't be here.

"I didn't expect you to be here." Jungkook tilted his head and cracked his neck bones. His once emotional face adorned the blankness now. Eunhee took a step closer to where Jungkook was as she put the red roses on Mingyu's grave.

"Well you shouldn't be here." Jungkook answered in the same humourous tone , he clenched his fist tightly and shoved it inside his pockets to control himself , his breathing escalated as sweat started to form on his forehead. He doesn't want it to happen here , not in front of the one who'll enjoy his state. He doesn't want to give the satisfaction of patheticness to those who want to see him vulnerable.