His Queen

Chapter 31

TWO YEARS EARLIER :

AUTHOR'S POV :

"Get up, V. Come on," namjoon begged taehyung, pulling his arm, trying to make him stand up from the ground. Why? Taehyung didn't really know. He couldn't feel anything. And tears were falling from his eyes for some reason.

"V, please. He's gone, come on now," namjoon pleaded to him again.

He?

Oh.

He.

Jeon f.cking Jungkook.

The reason behind his misery.

"I'll find him," taehyung said, but he sounded weird. Of course he did. He could hardly make sense of anything. Jungkook had left him. And he was in pain.

"You won't," namjoon said with determination, finally managing to make him stand up.

"I can," taehyung slurred, feeling the world spin, as he stumbled, but namjoon held onto him in time.

"We'll talk about this later. Let's go," namjoon replied, leading him to somewhere.

"Where are we?" Taehyung asked, realizing his mind was not really working.

"In a random f.cking alley," namjoon said through gritted teeth. "The fifth one this month, V."

"Oh," taehyung chuckled, finding the situation rather amusing. "You love me," he muttered, once again feeling himself stumble, and namjoon instantly tightened his grip onto him. He had put taehyung's arm around his shoulder, and was holding it in place with one of his hands, while his other hand held him by his back.

"Just shut up and try to walk," namjoon muttered, and taehyung heard him opening the door of a car.

"Don't wanna go," taehyung shook his head. "Li-lie... down. I wanna. Lie."

"I'm taking you home, you can lie down there, get some sleep," namjoon said, trying to make him sit inside the car.

"Sleep," taehyung laughed. "Don't need sleep. Get butterfly."

"V, please," namjoon said sternly, cupping his face with both hands.

"Look at me," he patted his cheeks. "Look at me. Get a grip, alright? Get a grip on yourself."

Taehyung stared at him quietly, blinking, trying to keep himself awake. But his eyes kept drooping shut, and everything that happened, jungkook's face would flash in front of his eyes, his laughter would echo in his ears, and he'd miss his touch. He wanted to hold him in his arms again.

"Stop crying now," namjoon said softly, wiping away taehyung's tears. "Please, please, just listen to me this once. I promise I'll help you get through this. You'll make it. Just co-operate with me. Once."

Taehyung's eyes drooped close once again, probably making him realize how drunk he was. Namjoon pushed him inside the car, making him lie down in the backseat. Taehyung closed his eyes shut for a small second, and when he opened them again the car was already moving.

"Where are we going?" He asked, his head spinning.

"Home," a familiar voice replied.

"Nam-namjoon?" He confirmed.

"Yes. It's me. You're fine," namjoon replied.

"Take... take me to–" taehyung tried to speak, but he was cut off as he felt like all his organs were trying to escape his body. He puked all over the floor of the car, making namjoon stop the car to the side of the road.