Right One

𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Jungkook's pov

Sitting on the comfy luxurious couch that's placed in our living room, I, anxiously, took a glance at the wall clock, again. Nine-twenty, it showed.

Where are you?

I asked to no one in perticular and let my gaze peer at the clock as if it had personally offended me. I was angry at myself precisely, but for I'm not strong enough to scold my own self and hurt myself because of hurting hyung badly, I had to take that anger, frustration and rage somewhere else. And to the clocks bad luck, it is the only thing I noticed fully because i had to look at it again and again to know the time.

Hence, I'm glaring and death staring at the clock.

I still couldn't shake off the guilt that's building inside me because I called woo hyung to ask him if he knew anything about hyungie's whereabouts but he asked me to call hyungie's left hand man cause he was busy at that time- but I still don't understand where. Because i could hear Iri noona's voice in the background too and other than that, the only background noise was birds chirping, rustling of leaves and air.

But I ignored that and called the number woo hyung had given me and the person picked it up in the third ring. I was glad that I will atleast get to know a about hyung but the conversation with Mark hyung, tae hyungie's left hand man, left me speechless.

Flashback~

"Hello?" I heard a cold voice, void any emotions, greeting- more likely questioning a 'Hello' towards me the moment the call was received.

I cleared my throat and said, "Hello, i-is this Mark? Kim Taehyung's left hand man?" Okay. That was not a way to speak and ask for their introduction but I was helpless, okay? My husband went out after the terrible treatment I gave him in the afternoon and I haven't heard anything from him yet. I'm still worried sick- mind you, i peed four times, vomitted two times, went bathroom like- three times or something in these last two hours, and all because of the panic, the anxiety and stress. Guilt and regret too. Don't judge.

All the sense knocked off my brain.

"Yes. Kim Jungkook?" There was a hint of recognitions in his voice which gave me relief.

"Yes yes! Could you please forward the call to him? Actually-" I was rooodly cutted off in the middle and was about to snap at him but the words he let out made me freeze.

"He is sleeping right now, young master. I'm afraid I don't want to wake him up now. He cried the whole time he was here and passed out a few moments ago." Even though his voice was emotionless and cold, but the depth of those words were like thousands of knives cutting through my skin and stabbing my heart multiple time. That's how I felt.

"N-no- no!" I almost shouted frantically.

"We will send him back once he wakes up, or maybe tomorrow?"

"What the heck?! He's my husband! I have all the rights to stay beside him at his lowest and you are not even bringing him to me? How could you? I'm his husband! I love him-"

"Should've thought the same before giving him silent treatment, cold and ride replies, and snapping at him. You call yourself his husband, his lover. Yet, you don't understand the depth of his pain and suffering. I've started to regret not stopping him when he decided to leave everything behind, sacrifice his happiness and safety just to save you! I never expected it from you. You could've atleast tried to understand him, not lash out like that. He didn't deserved that treatment."

I shook my head to myself, my eyes at the front, though I couldn't see anything clearly because of the tears blurring my vision, and let out a sob, "Y-you don't understand anything! You don't know anything!" I tried to reason, to defend myself. Trying to reassure myself that I'm not wrong- atleast not totally.