𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 28 Revealation

As Taehyung drifted back to consciousness, his head throbbed with a dull ache, each beat of his heart only intensifying the pain. He blinked slowly, his vision swimming until the details of his surroundings started to emerge---a grand room adorned in sleek, muted shades of grey. The walls were a smooth, cool stone, decorated with delicate silver accents, a contrast to the plush charcoal-hued drapes framing the tall windows. The faint scent of something expensive and sterile lingered in the air, an atmosphere that felt both refined and unnervingly foreign.

With a groan, Taehyung pushed himself up to a seated position, trying to shake off the fog clouding his mind. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, feeling the grit of sweat on his skin. The memories came rushing back to him like a crashing wave, filling his mind with chaotic, fragmented images. A moonlit beach, waves softly breaking against the shore as he and Jungkook shared an intimate dinner by candlelight. Their laughter, the clinking of wine glasses, and the gentle sounds of the sea had been their only companions.

Then came the kiss, sweet and soft at first, before it deepened, Jungkook’s warm hands slipping around his waist, pulling him close. Taehyung could still feel the weight of Jungkook's lips on his, the way they molded together, his own pulse racing with anticipation. They had been so caught up in each other that the harshness of reality felt lightyears away, just for that brief moment.

But then, the world shattered.

The distant crack of gunfire had fractured their bliss. He could remember the way his heart stuttered, the sickening realization that danger was suddenly and violently real. Jungkook’s grip had tightened on him as they bolted from the beach, sprinting through narrow alleyways, lungs burning, the adrenaline a twisted mix of fear and urgency. They had run until they were cornered, trapped in a dead end with no escape.

Taehyung’s breathing hitched as he remembered those men, faceless shadows in suits, guns glinting coldly under the streetlights. One of them had shouted, “Kill his husband,” the words slicing through Taehyung like a blade. He had barely processed the horror of it when the gun was raised, a finger on the trigger, and then---bang.

He clutched at his chest, the phantom echo of that bullet’s impact still piercing through him, but it hadn’t been him who had taken the hit. No, it was Jungkook---Jungkook had lunged forward, shielding Taehyung from the bullet meant for him. Taehyung could still see the crimson bloom spreading across Jungkook's shirt, his body collapsing into Taehyung's arms as he gasped, blood trickling from his lips, his eyes dimming as he fought to stay conscious.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung’s voice cracked as he whispered the name, the weight of the memory pressing down on him. Tears pooled in his eyes, slipping down his cheeks unbidden. He had felt Jungkook’s body grow heavy, watched the life draining from him as he cradled him. Taehyung’s fingers dug into the luxurious bedspread beneath him, clinging to the fabric as if it could somehow anchor him, save him from the anguish that was consuming him.

His breaths came quicker, each one more ragged than the last. He was suffocating. The room around him felt oppressive, the air thick and stifling. He couldn’t breathe. He could still feel the wetness of Jungkook’s blood on his hands, the sickening warmth of it as it had seeped through his fingers, staining him.

“Jungkook can’t be…” Taehyung muttered, his voice trembling. He couldn’t even bring himself to say the word. The idea was too horrifying, too raw. Jungkook couldn’t be dead. The thought of it sent a violent shiver through him, making his entire body quake. He wiped at his cheeks, the tears relentless, as more memories flooded his mind---the feel of Jungkook’s strong embrace, the way he always teased Taehyung with that playful smirk, the warmth of his hand in Taehyung’s.