Trigger Warning: Contains Blood/Depression and mention of Harm.
Kim Taehyung could handle everything, all the hatred, pain and sufferings to any extend. He didn't mind when some toxic fans sent hate letters to him.
He really didn't care, until..
H...
“I wish I'd go back in time.. And it was me on deathbed rather than You.”
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[Don't get confused with Present and Past time.. I will be slowly revealing the past along with Present Chapters too. Enjoy]
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Present Time:
Taehyung was driving mindlessly, his mind a complete mess. He was sweating, mind a blur, he didn't know what to do.. heck! His own members hated him at this point.
He soon pulled up to the driveway as he just parks his car in the lot and gets off and locks it as he heads up to the elevator. Pressing for the 7th floor. He waits as the elevator moves up slowly.
He was in a turmoil, how would he face him? Afterall, his members refused him to visit the guy because Taehyung was a mere bad luck according to them.
Brushing his thoughts aside, he looks up when the elevator comes to a hault at the 7th floor as he gets out of it and headed towards the particular person he wanted to be right now. He was the only one he could think of at 3 am.
He paused when he looks at the room number 489, Private Ward. He took a deep breath as his palms gripped the door knob. Slowly twisting it as he enters the room.
As soon as he did, his breath hitched and tears welled up in his eyes.
He looked at his beloved Hyung, on the bed.. eerily still and unmoving. He was looking lifeless as Taehyung slowly and shakily made his way towards Jin as he pulls up a chair and takes a seat beside the elder's bed.
A drop of tear rolled down his cheeks as he looks at his Hyung. He shakily took the elder's hands in his as he kissed the IV drip plastered on Jin's palm as he looks at the elder with his tear stained cheeks.
“I-i can't do this Hyung..” he whispered as he breaks down completely infront of that one person who doesn't hate him now.. the one person he finds his warmth and home in. His Hyung, he then started to blurt out his pent up emotions which he had kept inside all this time.
“I'm sorry, you got into this accident because of me.. I'm sorry I was too s-stubborn to o-obey you Hyung.. i-i am sorry for being a bad luck to you all this time.. i-i am sorry about everything I've ever d-done to you. I-i should've been here, i-in your place...n-not you.” he sobbed hard as he let go off the elder's palm and buried his face in his own palms when he heard a cold hearted voice.
“Exactly... It should've been you, not Jin Hyung.”
Taehyung shot his head up to look at the door when he saw furious looking Jungkook on the door when his clenched fist, the younger's words shattered the elder completely.
“K—Kook”
“Jungkook... It's Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, and I clearly remember making myself clear to you to NOT enter this room then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?” Jungkook lost his patience as he marched towards Taehyung and grabbed him by his collar furiously.
“I hate you, the members hate you.. you've been a bad luck to EVERYONE you've been close to then just GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES.” He yelled while harshly pushing Taehyung as the elder stumbled and hit his back to the wall, hissing slightly in pain.
“You deserve all the pain.” Jungkook said as Taehyung's eyes welled up with tears but he didn't let them fall down. He had hung his head low as he took one last glance at Jin as he mumbles to himself;
‘Please forgive this fool Hyung. I promise to never show you my face again.’
He whispered as he then looks at Jungkook who had a dark and angry look in his eyes which made Taehyung flinch internally. He had never seen Jungkook hate someone to this extent as he managed to speak,
“I will get out of all of your lives kook.. you'll be relieved to not have me.. i promise.” he said as he rushed out as the younger just stared at the now closed door where Taehyung just left as he sighed while sitting beside Jin's bed as he continued to look after the elder.
“Hope he'll be ok..” he whispered as he then lay his head on Jin's bed and soon drifted off to his dreamland with the elder's hand grasped in his own in a protective younger brotherly manner.
That's how much the Maknae loved and cherished the elder.
