ʜᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜ | taekook ✓

ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ.

"Hyung, wait!" Jungkook is jogging after the man that is speed walking away from the scene. Away from his feelings. Away from Jungkook.

The older doesn't turn around, nor does he stop.
Tears are decorating his scrunched up hurt face one by one. The salt making his skin feel tight and irritated already.

"Hyung, please!" Jungkook is hurrying now.

Taehyung starts sobbing in his tracks, more loudly with every step he takes. It's all too much. Everything is too fucking much. He wants to end it all. He is so fucking lost. So done. So crushed. Crushed by the weight of the world.

The word.
The world.
It's so big.
It sounds so liberating.

What an illusion.

Taehyung has always been handcuffed. Handcuffed to his pain.
Why is his life such a mess. Why has it always been such a big fucking mess. Why was he born? Born to suffer. The woman who birthed him is a mess. Taehyung is a mess. His life is a mess.
Everything he aspires, touches, loves turns into dirt, into ashes.

Taehyung starts sobbing even louder, whiny cries escaping his trembling lips. He is not wearing his jacket and he must be freezing. Yet the emotions, the sadness, the overwhelm, the panic heat up his insides. No. They burn him from the inside. His head feels like it is going to explode. His heart does too.

He stumbles into the less crowded pathways of the streets. Wanting to escape the entirety of the world. Everyone. And Jungkook. Every cry he lets out echoes through the now dark lit alleys. It feels freeing in a way. Yet at the same time it's like the sound waves drown him. Like the shore. The waves distance themselves, but come back stronger, taking everyone down who gets too close. His sobs turn into even louder cries. He hiccups every now and then from the lack of oxygen.

Jungkook is starting to feel extremely uncomfortable and worried due to the latter's state. He picks up his pace.

"Hyung!" He grabs him by the arm to make him stop. Taehyung hates himself for it but he rips himself out of the grip roughly and continues speeding away. Not daring to turn around once.

This doesn't stop Jungkook. He is persistent and follows him with the same quick steps. He grabs him again "Taehyung stop!"

Taehyung. Not hyung. He is serious.

"Leave!" Taehyung yells as he snatches his arm back again, voice sounding so rough and broken, and aggressive. He did not mean to sound like that. But it is not Taehyung who is acting right now. It is his emotions. He is entirely controlled by his feelings right now.
As if his heart was in charge of the remote.

Jungkook flinches, surprised. Usually a shout like that would have made him crumble and escape immediately. Yet for some reason, when it's Taehyung, it is different. As if he knew Taehyung would not purposely hurt him.

He overcomes the moment of shudder and insists: "I'm not leaving!" Jungkook yells back, sounding out of breath as he is jogging behind the older.

Taehyung simply cries. Sobs getting more aggravated. He sounds like he is about to explode if that's humanely possible. Roughly wiping away his tears.

"Taehyung, please talk to me!" Jungkook begs loudly.

"Plea-" just as he was about to touch the latter again, he is cut off when the older turns around for the first time. He looks awful. He looks like he is in so much despair. He looks broken. And maybe a little bit angry.