✓BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 21

Human emotions are changeable. The heart's shape shifts moment to moment. Something that once felt bitter can, with the flow of time, become attractive, deeply etched in the heart. Something neglected and disregarded can become extremely necessary over time. What once tasted extremely bitter can, through the passage of time, be perceived as nectar. Mental and physical well-being becomes dependent on that rare thing.

The person named Taehyung is just like this in the life of the boy sinking into the depths of love. Not long ago, he was a bitter man in this boy’s naive heart, but at this moment, he is the very essence of life, essential for his breaths to continue naturally.

But alas!

The boy does not have the ability to reach that silver moon from the ground.

Jungkook placed both hands on the study table and buried his face between them. The moment of day and night is at hand. The room is shrouded in a slight darkness. Through a narrow part of the open window, a swarm of mosquitoes enters the room. A couple of mosquitoes sit undisturbed on the boy's neck, happily sucking his blood. He remains indifferent to it.

Jungkook is silent, devoid of expression. The toxic reaction spreading within him in every part of his body, in his veins, and arteries is felt only as a slight pain. His eyes fill with water every now and then, and his cheeks are getting wet.

Each sentence of Taehyung’s sweet, unrestrained voice pierces his soft flesh like an arrow. The little bird trapped in the inner sanctum flutters in unbearable agony. How can someone so young bear such heavy pain and suffering? At the sound of footsteps approaching the room, he curls up even more. He couldn't gather himself with his lifeless body. He lay there on the table. From the corridor came the light, sharp voice of Lisa,

"What have you done to this room, Kook? It's already evening, can’t you see it's getting dark? There’s no light in the room, if your father sees it, he will get angry. You forget that all windows must be closed when evening comes?"

Jungkook remained silent. He didn’t reply. He just closed his eyes and continued to listen. Lisa, in a broad mood, complained while closing the window. Her son’s behavior did not seem favorable to her. When she asked him to bring water for Taehyung, he turned his face away and secluded himself without any intention of coming out.

She failed to understand what had suddenly happened to the boy.

Again, Jungkook was quiet, like a naughty child. His mother was saying something, but he was indifferent to it. Turning on the light, Lisa thought of giving him a few smacks. After living somewhere for a long time, people get accustomed to knowing where to keep things. Even in the thick darkness, she searched for the light switch. Finding it, she turned on the light, and the entire room regained its beauty in the dim white glow. Turning around to look at the table, she was startled. Her heart raced.

Lisa rushed over to the table. Examining her little baby son's devastated state, she felt a tremor of panic begin to rise within her.

"Jungkook! Oh, Kookie? What happened to you? Why are you sitting like this?"

There was no pretense. Lisa's concern intensified. As she touched his forehead, she became alarmed. Unable to bear the intense heat, she quickly pulled her hand away.

Jungkook's soft body lay limp from the fever. He had lost consciousness, feeling numb.

Yoongi was heading after returning from the shop. Hearing his mother's call from his baby's room, he arrived without delay, along with the rest of the family. Upon seeing them, Lisa, in a tearful voice, said,

"He has lost consciousness from the fever; quickly lay him on the bed. Get the doctor, please, Yoongi-ah."

Yoongi hurriedly laid Jungkook on the bed. Checking his temperature, his own heart shuddered. Finding a doctor at this time would be difficult. After calling several times with no response, he rushed barefoot towards the market. Lisa and Suzy's mom brought a bucket of water to pour over his head, along with a wet cloth. Suzy stood by her mother’s side, seeking permission in a low voice,