Fluent In Silence [Taekook]

Chapter 29 : Crash into me

On the balcony, the wind weaves a melancholic melody, resonating with the harmony of his shattered heart. Colors scatter across the floor like fragments of a broken painting, while the distorted shadows cast a stillness over the white canvas behind him. 

He was sitting on the couch, gazing at the distant, dark sky, unmoving and lost somewhere. He tried to paint but he couldn't identify any color. Everything seemed black and white only.

“Taehyung.” No answer. Seokjin moved forward towards him from behind.

He stared at the male for seconds thinking how Taehyung had been mute for the past five days. He sighed.

“Taehyung, eat something.” Seokjin forwarded the plate of food. Taehyung stayed silent.

“ It's been three days since you have been mute and not talking or eating regularly at all. Your health is falling.”

“Don't I love you enough so that you can at least eat for me?”

“Wasn't I beside you always so that you could share your sorrows with me at least? Please Taehyung?”

“Don't you wanna live normally for those who love you at least?” 

“Doesn't my love matter to you?”  Tears brimmed into Seokjin's eyes. His voice cracked.

Taehyung stayed silent as he took the plate from Seokjin's hand and started to eat quietly. Seokjin sighed.

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With a graceful movement, the car door opened, steps made their way outside, and the rhythmic click of polished shoes on the corridor echoed.

Reaching near the specific room, the figure paused at a doorway and entered inside. He saw him seated on the bed while leaning his back on the bedboard.

Staring outside through the large balcony attached to his room, he's breathing slowly with a steady heart rhythm. He is connected to various medical devices, including an IV drip for fluids and medications, and a heart monitor tracking his vital signs.

 Bandages and dressings cover the surgical site. Although he appears pale and weak, a stern expression remains on his face, hinting at an underlying resilience.

“Jungkook.” The mafia shifted his gaze from the balcony view towards the gate and saw Namjoon standing there.

“ Did they agree?” Jungkook asked.

“No,” Namjoon replied. Before Jungkook could say anything he added in a serious tone, "Jungkook, you're still in recovery. You shouldn't be taking on any new deals right now. You need to rest.”

Jungkook nonchalantly said, “Getting shot at is nothing new for me. It’s a small matter. You know that. So relax.” 

“But this time the wound was critical. You were well aware of that Jungkook.” 

“It happens, Namjoon. What’s the news, by the way?”

"They are forcibly taking over the company because they wield significant market power as one of the industry leaders.”

"I want that company. It wasn't his blood, sweat, and tears that built it, but his dead brother's. I'll claim it, for my old debts remain unpaid. That company was erected on the foundation of my money, and now it will be mine.”

“ His man won't budge,” Namjoon replied.

“ So they're actually inviting death on themselves.” Jungkook pointed out.

“It seems that way.”

“Why don’t you fulfill their wish? Grant them what they seek,” came the quiet, lethal suggestion from the mafia.