Priceless Possession | Taekook

15. What is Love?

Everything is dark. Everything is silent. Panic in him rises as emptiness slowly disappears. He could feel a hand grazing his body from head to toe and whispers deafening his ears. Is it still foolish to hope for a miracle to happen? And it did. His desperation was heard by heaven or hell.

Gunshots strikes through outside the walls startling the man with him. "Fuck—." The strange young man groaned. "What the hell is happening?" He paced back and forth, probably thinking what to do. "Abeoji, we are under attack. I'm not sure who, I'm still in the room and I haven't even touched him yet."

Taehyung could sense frustration in the other's voice. A temporary relief calmed his heart, as he still hangs by a thin thread of hope. "What about him then? Okay, I guess I will just kill him now." The voice sounded excited but Taehyung panicked again. Is this the end then? Yes, he is ready to die. That's what he prayed, that's what he wished.

"It's so sad that you have to die by my hands before I could fvck you into oblivion. I really really wanted that V-ssi. Every time you came on TV, every time your photo came on magazines and social media, I fantasised about you until my father surprised me today by offering you as my birthday gift." A sharp sound pricked Taehyung's ears. A knife? A blade? He can't clearly point out.

It will be a painful death but at least everything will be over. His sufferings, miseries and nightmares will come to an end. Sudden bang at the warehouse entrance made both of them to jolt. Taehyung could hear a feeble "fvck" from the other. He heard a blade fall on the ground and the door creak open.

Eerie silence filled the room. Before anxiety could kill him, he removed the blindfold, adjusting eyes to the flickering light and found out he was alone. His hands trembled as he put his boxers but the pants were too far away and T-shirt ripped to pieces. His eyes landed on the sharp blade not too distant.

[TW‼️: Mention of suicidal thoughts/attempts]

He can end his own misery just like how he had attempted few years ago. No one is there to stop him now, no one cares if he dies either. He grabbed the blade with a grip. It's not that big, a pocket knife maybe, but sharp enough to cut through his veins.

'I can do it. I just want to die. I will get my peace. I will get my freedom. No one is stopping me.' He pressed the sharp end on the tiny veins on his wrist, breathing harshly as the rhythm of his heartbeats elevated rapidly. 'Die...die...die—.'

💥Bang💥

The building echoed with the sound of a gunshot making the model lurch to his feet, the blade throw away. His eyes darkened in fear as panic built in him again. Whatever is happening outside the room is no good to him. He sat on the blanket rocking back and forth with his knees hugged to his chest and hands keeping them close. 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die.'

"Tae—."

"Jungkook?" Taehyung thought he was dreaming. He remembered the dream he had in the morning when he passed out. 'Jungkook hates me, this can't be real. He won't come for me. This is not him.'

"Kim—."

A sudden burst of adrenaline from the familiar calling made he look at the other again. 'Did he really come for me?'

'Wake up.' Jungkook cupped Taehyung's face gently, a mix of tears and relief warming him.

Taehyung frowned at the man. 'If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.' But then he heard again...

"Taehyung, wake up. Taehyung...Tae...it's just a nightmare, you are fine...you are safe...I'm here.."

His eyes fluttered open not to the dark room with flickering light but a white painted ceiling with too much of sunlight coming through. 'Is this heaven?' He wondered before slowly turning his head to the side. 'Jungkook? Whats he doing here? Am I hallucinating in heaven too?'