Falling For A Single Mother KTH FF ✔️

Chapter 34

Taehyung's P.O.V.

"I dread sleeping, my dreams appal me." I have pondered over this quote from Wuthering Heights many times. For it was not something I could pertain with, how could I? I have kept myself sane after their absence knowing where their presence is.

Dreams just never almed me. Hence so this line has always been a mystery.

Nightmares are terrible, but the essence of the idea evades me.

But not now, not after I heard her soft, yearning, and wishful voice, I believe I got glimpse of it.

In nightmares, your thoughts are the master, and you are at their mercy. You are there, yet you are not. You can see it all, but senses are not yours in your control.

Our interaction of few seconds has left my paralysed akin to the helplessness of a dreaded dream. My mind numb, and so my senses as I take deep breaths to seek the alive soul inside me.

She is my need, and you could never perform well if you are deprived from your needs. Neverthless I did, blocking the chain of thoughts that would lead to her. For deficeincy of vital nutrients never do well to your body.

Now, after hearing her, those thoughts have pushed past the barrier and made me aware of the gaping hole in my soul.

I am staring at the blank screen of my device, it has been laying there for 5 minutes. There's no sign of any sound, any incoming call, anything at all. It feels almost dead, just as me. But then it vibrates, the screen glows with another incoming call and my heart lept, so does my hand which has been nothing but a stone from last few minutes. Or maybe the aftermath is still there for my hands shake when I clutched onto the device.

Knowledge of how to map the incoming call felt a distant memory, and I fumble, my flurried motion letting the device slip away once more but this time I catches it. My fingers swiped the screen, my sweats or were it my tears that's staining it, I am unable to comphrehend.

"p-please." I moan a breathy pleading and then the device finally glows with an ongoing call, Promptly I bring it closer to my ear, hands shaking yet I try to keep the composure, my back hits the bed, the cold floor beneath me giving me goosebumps.

When did I end up on the floor?

"Taehyung." Stillness. Everything comes to an abrupt halt. The person from the other end calls out once again. Was I dreaming? Did I hallucinate of her voice?

"Hyung? Are you alright? Why are you breathless?" My hand fall beside me, head rolling back onto the matress behind me as I stare at the ceiling. My chest heaves with heavy breath, there's an itchy feeling in my throat too, and my vision seems to be hazy.

Was it a reverie?

I closed my eyes when those two words rang again, It cannot be. it should not be.

Please lord. Let it be her, I will go to her, end the game. let it be her, calling me her tae.

A soft wishful smile tugs at my lips at that. I am her Tae. And I close my eyes, giving in the chaos of mind and stillness of body- both of which do not appear to alling together.

"Hyung?" Someone shakes my shoulder, my mind still in daze.

"Hyung?" Once again the voice calls out for me, distressed, concerned and I force my eyes open when the throbbing pain in my head makes me wince.

"What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt somewhere?" The hands caress my contours and that's when the haziness evaporates leaving me the with a view of anxious, flurries, and concerned Jungkook.