Anger never builds; it only tears down. In the heat of a single moment, it can feel like strength, an armor to hide behind. But when the fire fades, all that's left are the ashes of what once mattered. Anger doesn't solve anything-it devours patienc...
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Chapter 06: The Flaming Blaze
The tension between them had finally begun to ease, replaced by a fragile sense of understanding. Jungkook noticed the fresh marks on Taehyung's wrist, a stark reminder of the struggle he had endured to escape his captors.
"It looks like you got a bruise from my guards. Let me put some ointment on it," Jungkook offered, his voice gentle.
"I'm fine, just take me back to my place," Taehyung replied, his voice still guarded, his trust in Jungkook far from restored.
"Just wait here for a moment," Jungkook insisted, ignoring Taehyung's protest. He moved towards the cabinet, retrieving a small tube of ointment. "Give me your hand," he instructed, holding out the ointment.
"I told you, it's fine. You don't have to worry about it. It'll heal on its own," Taehyung argued, but his words lacked conviction.
"Don't be stubborn," Jungkook said softly, gently taking Taehyung's right arm and guiding him to sit on the couch. He knelt before him, opening the ointment. "Don't build those walls higher between us. I understand you don't trust me, but it's better if you at least let me peek inside those walls," he pleaded, his voice laced with sincerity as he gently applied the ointment to Taehyung's wrist.
"No matter how you think about it, you're the reason my mom died. It hurts me deeply that she died because of you," Taehyung confessed, his voice tinged with sadness.
"I know," Jungkook said, his gaze meeting Taehyung's. "But don't you think it's better if you trust me? I'm not doing this for my own sake, but for you as well. If we help each other, we can get the justice we both crave."
"I understand that, but I just can't forgive you. I know it's not entirely your fault, but if she hadn't been connected to you, she would be alive." Taehyung's voice trembled with emotion.
"It's okay. It's fine with me. If you can't fully trust me, then take your time to forgive me. You don't have to rush it. I can wait," Jungkook said, offering a soft smile.
"I'm sorry," Taehyung mumbled, biting his lip.
"Everything's okay," Jungkook reassured him, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "It seems your bruise is completely covered now. You can leave, and my guards will take you back to your place," he added, standing up.
Taehyung nodded silently, rising to his feet. Jungkook escorted him outside, instructing his driver to take Taehyung home. The driver obeyed, sliding behind the wheel and starting the engine.
The atmosphere was calm, almost eerily so. Taehyung sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery. He had nowhere else to go, having given the driver the address of his mother's house. But he had no intention of staying there, the place now a painful reminder of his loss. The vivid image of the bloodstain on the floor was etched into his memory, a constant source of anguish.
Suddenly, a black van appeared from the opposite lane, seemingly out of nowhere. The driver, alert and skilled, swerved to avoid a collision, but before he could regain control, a car behind them slammed into their vehicle, the impact sending a jolt of pain through Taehyung's body. It happened so quickly that he couldn't even process what was happening. The black van, having veered off course, crashed head-on into the car in front of it. Taehyung's head slammed against the back of the driver's seat, the force of the impact leaving him disoriented and dazed.
He groaned in pain, his vision blurring. A warm, sticky liquid trickled down his forehead, obscuring his vision. He managed to turn his head slightly and saw the driver slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious. He tried to move, to call out, but his body felt heavy, unresponsive. His breathing grew shallow, his chest constricting as if he were suffocating.
The world spun before him, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. He tried to focus, to make sense of the chaos, but his eyelids felt heavy, his vision blurring at the edges. Through the haze, he saw something, something bright and pulsating. It was a shape, a form, but he couldn't quite grasp its essence. It was like a blurry, pulsating mirage, a phantom in the fading light.
The shape shifted and expanded. The car outside, the one that had been the source of the sickening impact, was ablaze. The flames were a chaotic dance of orange and yellow, licking at the metal, consuming it with a hungry fervor. They pulsed and stretched, reaching out like grasping claws, growing larger and more intense with each passing second. He could feel the heat radiating through the shattered windshield, a wave of searing energy that threatened to engulf him. But his body was numb, his senses dulled, and he could only watch, a helpless observer, as the fire devoured the world around him.
“There are two people inside, hurry up!”
People rushed towards the burning car, their faces etched with concern. Firefighters arrived, their hoses spewing jets of water in a desperate attempt to extinguish the inferno. Concerned citizens, their faces grim, helped break the car's windows, the shattered glass tinkling on the asphalt.
“Open it up quickly! The car is going to explode!”
The firefighters, their faces grim, finally managed to pry open the car door and carefully pulled Taehyung's unconscious body from the wreckage. They also attempted to rescue the driver.
“Come here, they're both unconscious!”
“This one, check this one, who got severe injuries, quickly heal him up!”
Paramedics arrived with a stretcher, gently laying Taehyung's body upon it. They began to assess his condition, their faces etched with worry. But as they moved him away from the blazing car, it exploded, sending a shower of debris into the air. The engine block, a mangled mass of metal, flew through the air, landing with a sickening thud a few feet away. Fortunately, Taehyung was set inside the ambulance when that happened. But the ambulance had to rush as he was losing blood and pulse.
