When His Eyes Opened- TK

Chapter73

Chapter 73

Holding back tears, Taehyung turned in anger and stormed out of the station. He did not sign the release paper, nor did he take his phone back from Jungkook. Jungkook signed the papers and left the station. On the car ride home, he passed his phone to him and said in a low voice, “I didn’t go through it.”

Taehyung took his phone and his breathing was heavy as he said, “But you already know what’s inside.”

“Are they important? Those photos…”

Taehyung gritted his teeth and warned himself not to lose his temper with Jungkook. He was the one who had helped get his phone back after all. His hand clenched around his phone as he asked, “If I told you that the baby you had forced me to abort wasn’t Nic's but yours… Would you feel guilty at all?”

Jungkook turned his head and glanced at him.

Jungkook's expression was serious, and it did not seem like he(Tae) was kidding.

He gulped and responded in a hoarse voice, “From the IVF treatments?” “Yes,” Tae answered. He met his gaze and said,

“You killed your own child with your own hands. Do you feel any guilt?”

He hoped to see even the slightest hint of remorse on his face to make himself feel better.

He prayed that he was a man of flesh and blood and not a cold-blooded money-making machine.

The expression on Jungkook's face puzzled him. He knew that he would be breaking his heart, but he still replied indifferently, “I don’t. It was never meant to be born in the first place.”

Taehyung chuckled coldly and asked, “Would you be so calm if your own parents said that about you?”

“I would thank them if they never gave birth to me,” he answered. “Not everyone wishes to be born into this world, Taehyung.”

Taehyung raised his brows.

Did he not wish to be born?

How come?

Jungkook's mother loved him unconditionally, he had a successful career, and there were plenty of people around him who treated him like he was the center of their universe…

Why was he so pessimistic?

What exactly did he have to go through?

“Are you depressed?” Taehyung asked as he could not help but analyze his words from a medical perspective. “There are treatments for depression. If you’re sick, you should go see a doctor as soon as possible.”

The expression on Jungkook's face relaxed slightly.

“If being sick could make you dwell on me, then go ahead and treat me like a sick person!”

It was close to midnight when they arrived at the mansion.

Once Taehyung was in his room, he was so tired that he did not have the energy to think about anything.

He got into bed and fell asleep soon after.

That night, he had a dream.

He dreamt of the reason behind Jungkook's pessimism.

In his dream, he saw a young Jungkook and his father.

His father was an impossibly strict man that had no patience for his playful son.

Young Jungkook had to endure the wrath of his father’s ruthless belt until he bled…

His howling cries were heartbreaking.

The bloody images in his nightmare made him wake up in horror.

Outside the window, dawn had broken, and the sky was getting brighter.

Taehyung got up on his arms and began to mumble to himself, trying to make himself feel better, “There’s no way his father would hit him like that. Even if he did, his mother would stop it… Dreams are almost always the opposite of reality. There’s no way he was abused.”

However, he was strangely certain that Jungkook must have gone through something dark to hate the world as much as he did.

Not only did he hate the world, but he also did not want to bring the next generation into it.

Nobody was born to be bad.

His loathing for him suddenly lessened slightly.

He was not at fault, and neither was Tae. Fate was the only one to blame for entangling their lives together.