Chapter- 17. A dying wish....(pt2)

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"Are you ready?" Taehyung asked Jungkook quietly a few hours later. They were both in his huge study where Taehyung had set up the computer and camera for the video conference. No simple webcam and computer screen for Taehyung, he had a proper video camera with a large television screen set up.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." Jungkook nodded nervously, and Taehyung led him to a large, comfortable sofa that was facing the camera. He made sure Jungkook was sitting comfortably before kneeling in front of him unexpectedly.

"I'm really sorry about earlier," Taehyung said softly, his dark eyes piercing as they stared intently into Jungkook's. "Being around you is a curiously humbling experience. I do not believe I have ever apologized this much to one person in my entire life before. I always seem to be getting it wrong with you."

"You're under a lot of emotional strain at the moment, Taehyung, and I know that I probably wasn't making it any easier on you. Please just forget about it." Taehyung sighed deeply before nodding and dripping a kiss on Jungkook's knee before standing up and sitting down next to him.

Taehyung picked up a small remote control from the coffee table in front of them and started up the camera, indicating toward the blinking red light. An image of an elderly couple suddenly filled the previously blank screen of the big television to the left of the camera.

Broad smiles suddenly lit up their faces and they both started chattering at the same time. Jungkook knew that they were Taehyung's parents from the pictures he had seen in Taehyung's study. His father looked a lot frailer and more tired than the robust man in the photographs, though, and Jungkook could see from the sallow skin and sunken eyes how very ill the older man was.

Taehyung was smiling warmly as his parents continued to chatter, before he finally raised a hand and they reluctantly fell silent. He said something to them in Italian, before indicating Jungkook, who sat with a frozen smile on his face. Jungkook wasn't sure what to do or what to say; he wasn't even sure if they spoke English.

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