Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #55 Tuna to the Rescue!

 As promised, the article was taken down in a matter of minutes. I messaged Namjoon numerous times the entire day, praying he'd give me some reassurance I hadn't fucked up his entire life. He never answered me. Mrs. Uim avoided any contact with me, going as far as to send other maids to deliver me food and water. To say I was in a shitty mood because of it all would be an understatement.

I knew I had done and said some things I shouldn't have, but did I really deserve the silent treatment from everybody? Even Taehyung seemed to have no problem avoiding me. Hell at this point I was talking to fucking paintings on the wall. I contacted Jimin, hoping for some relief from whatever punishment the entire world was giving me. The real kicker? He didn't answer either. In fact, he left me on read. On read for fucks sake.

He only does so when he's pissed off, which adds yet another name to the list of people who currently despise me. It was driving me insane. I was losing all of my support systems. I made one last hopeful attempt in contacting Yoongi. Thankfully, he responded.

"Hey."

"Hi."

The message was short, but more than enough to make my heart leap with joy.

"You busy?"

"Yes."

My heart sank once more. I thought Namjoon said Yoongi was worried about me. If this was his way of showing it, what bullshit. I was desperate. I opened Hobi's contact.

"Are you free for a drink?"

"Hey Jungkook. It's good to hear from you. I'm preoccupied with Vermin. It would be great if you came in more often. The customers miss you."

I threw my head back, an aggravated sigh filling my bedroom. Great. Not only was I rejected by my last resort, he only added yet another thing to the list of why I'm currently failing in every sphere of my life. When did I become so hopeless? My eyes rested on a contact, still labeled as a series of impersonal numbers. I had noticed the contact a while back, I assumed it to be Jin. I had got so caught up in the ruckus of meeting him for the first time, I couldn't seem to recall the moment he had time to punch in his number. I sighed.

"Hey. Jin, right? Do you have time to meet up?"

I peeled off the thin patches of skin around my cuticles as I waited for his response.

"Sorae Pogu. 6:30 P.M. I'll look forward to it."

I stared at the message, hopelessly confused. Sorae Pogu? If I recall correctly, Sorae Pogu is a port in Incheon. At least a forty minute drive out of Seoul. I glanced at the clock. It was already 5:30. I sprung up, ravaging my wardrobe for something presentable. I felt nervous. I hardly knew him, but I was willingly following him to a port in the most secluded hours of the evening. I must have lost my mind.

I decided on a dark long-sleeved teal shirt and a black pair of cargo jeans. I wasn't sure if I was underdressing, but I found it hard to believe he was going to come wearing a suit if we were going to a port town. I grabbed my car eyes, my phone, and wallet. 

Walking down the steps of the mansion felt heavy, the entire world seemingly disregarding my existence. Mrs. Uim gazed into my eyes as I neared the door. She looked like she wanted to ask, like she wanted to say something, yet she turned back to wiping the picture frames. I sighed, my jaw clenching.

Fuck it. I didn't deserve it. I know I didn't deserve any of this.

I walked with confident strides to my car. Slipping into the driver's seat with a huff. The guards at the gate attempted to ask my destination, but I simply waved them off. They couldn't really stop me after all. I drove with the windows down, an arm resting on the rim of the door, my fingers stretching into the open breeze of the city around me. I watched the clock as the city lights disappeared flashed past. In a matter of miles, I was back into the bustle of a new type of city life. Incheon.