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

4

" It was you. " Jungkook breathed out, his voice barely a whisper over the sound of the raindrops hitting the different surfaces of Taehyung's wooden house. The wind hit Taehyung's drenching skin even harder at the words of recognition plastered right over Jungkook's eyes.

Oh, his eyes.

It was the first time he was seeing his distant lingering reflection in those eyes, his own image, his picture resting in the middle of those light brown irises. He had seen his eyes way too many times in the last years, which wasn't a surprise because his last seven published poetry books were inspired from the different aspects of the same person and he always had his image in his mind whenever he wrote.

But this time, it was different. Not even his artistic fingers could speak the words his heart was currently trapped in. Surrounded by the feelings for which he was unable to find words, Taehyung had no clue what to say or what to even do. All he knew that as Jungkook's presence in his mind always had him landing in a place where he was filled with words, his presence right in front of him rendered him speechless.

Not just him, but his heart and soul, the two official screamers of Jungkook breathing right inside him. They had nothing to say, every inch of his existence that always spoke the loudest when it came to Jungkook, it was all speechless. Blank. Void of every word but full of mind numbing intoxicating feelings circling his insides.

" It was you who came that day and left. " Jungkook said again, this time taking a step forward and moving himself even closer to Taehyung, " I was right. I was thinking right. " He breathed, light brown eyes widening slightly as he took in the view of Taehyung and roam his eyes all over Taehyung's face, taking in his features giving Taehyung the impression as if he was remembering it, memorizing each and every slope and slide of his face.

" Your eyes, " Jungkook muttered, looking right in his eyes, not giving in the way his breath hitched as the words he had been thinking from the day he read all of his poetry books, " Your eyes that day spoke it to me. Even though, I was too lost to see it and read it, but the way you stood there telling me to go and buy the book, I felt it. "

" Felt what? " Taehyung managed to ask, his voice unrecognizable to his own ears, his figure drenching and goosebumps rising on his skin, which he was unable to tell if that was because of the combination of cold rain water and wind or Jungkook standing in his space.

Probably, both.

Or maybe, just one.

" Felt the words you wrote for me in that book. " Jungkook said, a ghost of smile lingering over his lips. A genuine one. Not one of the smiles he passed to the reporters, journalist or his colleagues in the parties. It was the sincere one, the one that found its roots right from the middle of his heart. Right from the base where his soul breathed and his heart lived.

Taehyung could tell, because he felt it. He almost felt that smile. Felt the pure raw sincerity of it.

Taehyung stood there for a long time like statue, not saying anything but just staring Jungkook in the moments of disbelief and drinking his sight as much as he could to make himself believe it was actually real and not hallucination,. Not a dream. Not some imaginary world of his mind where his heart landed himself just so he could create art and wear it the tag of his painter yet once again.

When the minutes ticked by, Jungkook swallowed the lump against his throat and shrugged, " Its cold. Won't you invite me in? " It was rude, he was aware. So rude, considering it was their first official meeting.

But, seeing Taehyung and exchanging a few words with him, Jungkook didn't feel like it was their first meeting. He knew Taehyung from the last couple months, spent his nights and days and lunch breaks reading about him or reading his writings, delving himself deeper and deeper in his world making himself at home with his idea and his artistic world.