Wound is Yours, Why Does It Make Me Bleed | Taekook FF

1

Jungkook's life was left in the gloomy clouds of fate, his hands empty just like the rest of his life and the space of the bed beside him. Everyday was the same, every place was the same. There were no colors, no ecstasy, no shine, nothing just him, his numb self and the darkness that seemed to cover him in a way which always had him feeling that he was wearing the dress of it. Wearing the dress of darkness.

And, it has been the same from the last three months. Since the day his wife died and left him alone in this cruel world. Every night of his went by staring at the sky in the hope that she was still somewhere, looking at him being happy that somehow Jungkook was there, still being with her as he always was, always. Three months of his eyes remaining stuck over the sky and not looking down. Three months of him not crying, not shedding a single tear, just being silent and staring everything into oblivion.

" Jungkook? " His guard's voice, who was also his friend. This man had been the one to see how that always composed and put together boss of his lost his ground when he heard the news of his wife's accident. He had been the one who was with Jungkook when he heard the news and more than the loss of his Mam who he was friend's with, he seemed to mourn the loss of the person who died with her while remaining alive himself.

Jungkook. He wasn't alive anymore, at least not among the eyes of the people who had seen the real Jungkook and seeing the obvious contrast of this Jungkook with the one whose wife was alive and they were living a happy life, everyone left with two stabs of pain. One because of the death of Jessica and the other of Jungkook.

Jungkook looked up from the bed, meeting the eyes of his guard who was standing at the doorstep of his bedroom. His arm was stretched as he was busy caressing the fabric of his wife's favorite dress shirt. His eyes were red rimmed as they have been from the day his wife died, his hair a mess and his clothes wrinkled like he had worn them over without wasting a moment to have them ironed by one of his maid.

The guard smiled, bowing before him, " Sir, we have got to leave. "

Jungkook shrugged, something that he did whenever he wished to ask for the reason of something. He hadn't spoken that much from that day, just once or twice. He mostly conveyed his thoughts and his questions about some particular thing in gestures.

The guard smiled, knowing that it wasn't really the first time his boss forgot something. Although, Jungkook had always been someone who was highly professional and responsible. He kept track and list of everything. It was one of his rule to be ready for an event 15 minutes earlier, reach the venue five minutes earlier and be present at the business meetings just on time. But it all went out of the window once the place beside him went empty.

" Sir, the publishers of Kim Taehyung's new upcoming poetry book called you for their event as a special guest. " He said, " Your suit is ready and I'll be waiting downstairs for you. " saying that, the guard bowed for one last time and then went away closing the door behind him gently.

As the door closed, Jungkook stared the closed door for a long time as the swirl of thoughts rang through his head, hitting every corner and taking over every present section.

There were so many things about the world that he loathed. He started hating after she died. He loved the world, the skies, the trees, the change of weathers and flowers. He loved everything about the world before, but after her everything he loved became something he hated. And one thing that he hated the most about the world was that ....it never stops. It doesn't stop.

The most frustrating thing in life to him was to stand in a place and watch as the world passed by him. He was stuck, he couldn't move, but the world never stopped running it's course for anyone. Tonight, he was just stay still and drown over the bed he was apparently resting on. He wanted to be still and not move just like his days haven't been moving from the time she died, but the world didn't stop for him. So he had to get up and fore himself to move.