CRY FOR ME

CHAPTER-13 Home: The act of leaving breathless (suffocation and love)

Funny enough, even the actions without words feels suspicious but actions with words feels more.

Maybe that's why it was suspicious for Taehyung to leave Jungkook sitting on the couch without a word and walk in the kitchen to cook something in his previously worn blue coat, tousled pale hair, slightly sweaty smelling body and trembling hands, despite the tiredness and dirt clinging on his body.

Is it the bubbling guilt squeezing his heart whole that Taehyung walks to cook breakfast for the latter ?
Or the soothing calmness caressing his heart, binding his heart in red ribbons that Taehyung chose to cook the favourite dish of latter?
Maybe it is the seething anger beating in his heart which made him put a little more lemon than required in the soup ... .can Jungkook handle this much sourness?

Even before when Taehyung cooked something for Jungkook it was always something sweet.
The one who was habitual of sweetness ... .they can't handle sour taste on their tongue, can they?

Taehyung washes his hands diligently, taking longer than he usually takes, his nose slightly cringing the way he smells.....like artificially and overly sweetened unbearable hotel bed sheets scent, dried sweat and expensive cologne Jimin was wearing last night. It wasn't too prominent to be noticeable but it was there.

For Taehyung, it was like a reminder of his anger which didn't rage or scream but he did something even worse. He didn't feel good either, one part of his brain is calling him disgusting and is asking to lock himself in a room from where he can stay hidden under the false safety, where no one will hold him accountable for what he did.

But his other part was saying what he did was right. If Jungkook can then he can do it too and act as if it never happened.

Shaking his thoughts, Taehyung puts the Saucepan/pot on the stove, lighting it up before filling the water till a little more than half of the pan to boil. His hands working on finding the whole species from the cabinet to put in.

Following the recipe carefully Taehyung stares at the lemon sitting on the counter top and the knife beside it. Cutting it vertically on a horizontal axis, Taehyung squeezes the juice, gathering it in a small glass bowl.

Taehyung stands with a displeased expression on his face, looking at the slightly translucent juice in it before he takes a deep breath and dumps all of the lemon juice in the water waiting for it to boil knowing it would take bitter later leaves a foul taste in his mouth now.

Or maybe it is like ... .the one who was habitual of feeding sweetness ... .can they feed a little soreness to the starve?

Jungkook, slightly amused by the situation, decided to let Taehyung do whatever as per wish since saying no and showing any kind of disagreement will be only futile and walked in the other direction to change his clothes and freshen up.
The black shirt Jungkook wore last night was now abandoned on the floor of his bathroom like he was yesterday.

After a long bath, that rinses more worries than the dirt and sweat. Jungkook walked back, showered and changed into a pair of white t-shirt, a particular red flower embroidered on the centre of his oversized t-shirt, it was almost like someone imaged the petals and bound them together as one. the sharp dark colour of pristine thread in contrast to the soft white colour and black shorts by the RED-ROSE brand, the light red colour RR sign around the hem of short.

The kitchen is in the corner and open. A big grey countertop was set up in the middle and bar stools around it despite having a dining table. These barstools are the ones frequently used by them. The dining table is actually where they both work. (Taehyung was back facing Jungkook.)