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Chapter 31: Pasoori

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Third Person POV

Taehyung's feeling too warm when he gathers conscious from the peaceful slumber.

He had slept warm as well, facing the window and he's still looking at it as his eyes open fully, blinking at the slight light coming from the closed curtains, indicating it's morning.

A sigh leaves his lips and he looks down to see a pillow between his arms, he's hugging it tightly and that seems to be all that had changed in the night because he didn't seme to move at all while sleeping.

Which is the first time since he moves a lot in sleep.

He winces when he moves a little. His back and ass are sore and he closes his eyes for a moment to let it subside. The pain has him immediately reminiscing the events of last night, vivid and playing right in front of his eyes.

As much as he would've felt the butterflies twist in his stomach, he feels the absolute dread instead. He feels fear and his body vibrates with the intensity of it.

Because the arm that had to warmly pulled him back to a strong chest is no longer around his waist.

The warm breath is not there on his nape. There's no solid body on which he melted while being held by last night.

Taehyung ignores the pain in his lower back as he turns around and finds the bed empty. He knows he didn't hallucinate last night and Jeongguk was really there. He cleaned him up and then held him close to himself.

That kind of warmth isn't something you can hallucinate or just dream of because it felt absolutely real. He knew he was there last night.

But he isn't here right now. Jeongguk's not here and the room, the house---it's all so eerily quiet as if not even a single noise is prohibited to be made here.

He's all alone in this big house.

The very dread and fear Jeongguk took away from him the moment he hugged him from behind last night, it all comes back stronger and better and it holds Taehyung right by his throat and strangles him.

He stays still, keeps lookig at the crumpled bedsheet the indicates Jeongguk indeed was there, he was there and now he's not and that makes Taehyung feel a crack so hard in his, a prohibited crack on that fragile organ and it has his eyes feeling it in form of tears.

He doesn't let them fall because he's still stuck in one place. He cannot seem to move. He wants to think Jeongguk is in the bathroom but it's all stagnant, there's no noise from the bathroom a few steps away from him.

He desperately wants to hope Jeongguk is downstairs in that lavish as fuck kitchen and is making breakfast because he knows how to cook and maybe, just maybe he's right in this house and hasn't left.

That he hasn't abandoned him, hasn't left him all alone here. That's something his heart really won't be able to handle if it's true.

Please. Taehyung's lower lip trembles as he looks for his phone and realises he never had it with him all the time, had left it back home because of his memory of leaving that device behind quite a lot of times.