Taehyung opened the breakfast carton that Jungkook packed for him, he sniffed the food and sighed in contentment. He laid his head on the table and stared at the carton.
His mind rewinds the mannerisms of his love in the kitchen. Apron knotted over the nape most messily, dangling silver earrings over long hairs. Glossy and regret filled eyes, Taehyung wants to believe those eyes, he believes him but a corner of his heart wasn't ready to accept him.
Yet.
He is angry at himself that he couldn't pick up the hints and signs Jungkook was leaving for him. But he ain't no magician, is he? How would he protect his husband when he doesn't even know what's happening around him?
He should have been more attentive. He thought all of that but then… that hurt the younger brought to him was unplayable.
Even in his dreams, Taehyung was seeing that man latching onto Jungkook. Watching that scene when their lips touched and engulfed into each other.
Taehyung shut his eyes tightly and closed the container and put it far away.
He can see the pain in Jungkook's eyes well. His cheerless voice, sullen cheeks was making Taehyung get everything and reach out to him.
Taehyung wants to heal Jungkook and wants to be healed by him as well.
But not yet.
Not when he is not ready to forgive Jungkook.
Whatever happened was unfortunate and tragic, it makes him mad to the point that he misses his black screwdriver, he swears to jab his tool into that girl's eyes first and then in that man's head.
Motherfuckêrs.
Taehyung sighed and his gaze again went on the carton, he tsked and opened the box again. He needs to eat or his hunger will eat his head.
Inside the last section, Taehyung found a folded paper with a message on it.
'Things that I have done, have no apologies Taehyung. But I want to make it right. I'll be waiting for you. You will find me on the terrace every night.
-A stupid bunny.'
After reading that message, His heart skipped a beat or two but that's none of our business.
YOU ARE READING
A Tale
Fanfiction"I need to hurt him more," Jungkook whispered. Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut, holding his anger inside, "Ju-" "His words. His words still hold care for me. I need to destroy that." His eyes looked devoid of any emotion. Namjoon shook his head in di...
