Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Fourteen

He was fire but I was Ice.

Yet one glimpse of him ignites my stone cold eyes;

The heat of his body melts the frozen part of my heart;

Making me walk through flames just to feel his warmth.

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"Taehyung..Taehyung..!"

Someone was calling him, shaking his shoulder. He can feel it.

"Tae...please don't..do this to me...open your eyes...TAE!"

He wanted to speak. He wanted to tell that person to stop crying. But his lip seems to be shut down. Doesn't matter how much he wanted to speak, how much he wanted to comfort that person whose helpless cried were prickling his body with thorns, no words were coming out. Hell, he doesn't even remember how he ended up in that place. All were hazy in his mind. Slipping away, little by little. Like his consciousness.

"KIM TAEHYUNG!" A loud wailing sound entered his ears as he feel something resting on top of his chest.

Something very soft, very comforting driving the coldness he was feeling away as two hands wrap themselves around him.

"Please...Please don't do this to me. Please don't leave me like this. Please..I swear if you dodn't wake up I will never talk to you again. Please please please.."

Soemone kept taking his name, kept whispering, kept crying. He wanted to reach out for that person. He wanted to tell that person to stop crying, he really does.

But his body, in all his 29 years, was not listening to him for the first time. It was not responding. His mind was dragging him away from the clutch of that person who seems to be trying to bind himself to him with those frail arms. He could feel it. He could sense it.

The urgency, the pain, the hurt, when suddenly he could feel those hands away from him, the wailing got louder. Breaking everything around him.

Shattering. It was shattering. Everything around him was shattering.

"NO..I won't go..leave me alone...I won't go..I WON'T... TAEHYUNG!"

He tried. He really did. To reach, with all his power but instead, his brain put him to sleep, dragging him away to a darker place, drowning him in anguish, breaking him into a million pieces before everything stopped around him. Only that voice kept echoing..kept scraming, for him. Only for him.

"TAEHYUNG!"

"Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! Where is your mind?"

He looked up, a middle aged woman glaring at him over the kitchen top. Utensil scattered around, something cooking in the stove, birds were chirping somewhere, Some kind of cartoon show was playing on TV.

"Your son has lost his mind, Seongho."

A middle aged man sat beside him. The corner of his lips adorned with smile lines, warmness radiating from his aura as he was patting Taehyung's back. "I guess he got that from you."

"What!"

"Ahem..I mean me. He got that from me. You know I already lost my mind since birth or I wouldn't have

fallen for you."

"KIM SEONGHO. YOU ARE DEAD."

"How do you want to kill me darling?"

"Ugh..this father son duo is gonna be the death of me one day. Yoona, take out the sauce from the fridge."

A girl who seems to look just like the middle aged woman appeared behind the kitchen door with scowl on her face. "I was busy mom."