Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Twenty Five

Important Note: Italic Font will be used for Past events, when one is talking to him or herself.

Not everyone's childhood is all merry and filled with happines. Sometimes it's nothing but a knife stuck in your throat, that can never be removed untill the day you die......
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"There is no wound in the world that doesn't heal Tae Bear." Kim Aera once said this to her six year old son. Just before the day she died in front of that same one she used to call so sweetly. Her bear, a tiger on the outside, showing so much more maturity than his age yet one scratch or even a drop of blood appeared and he would go running into her arms.

"Mo..Mooma.." That boy would hiccup, holding his arm out where he just got scratched by a street cat. "Look...it's blood."

A smile would lift the corner of her lips as she admired her son, before taking out the first aid box. Blowing on his arm before, disinfecting that place and putting a band aid on it. "There... now my bear is all okey."

"But..I hurt Momma."

"Yes you did. Even though I told you not to go play out in the alley and touch those cats. What did you expect?"

"Moooma."

A melodious laughter filled that tiny apartment in Gamcheon village, located in the deep heart of the ocean, filled with simple minded people and a home where that boy lived with his Mom and Dad, also his one week old sister who was now asleep on that cradle placed over the corner of their little room.

She soon took the boy into her arms, hiding him in her warmth while still laughing out loudly seeing the crossed serious look on her six year old son's face.

"Wha..what if it.. it doesn't heal Momma? What Tae gonna do?" That six year old look terrified of the idea. Cause he already got taunting form that two braided Ivy. She always make fun of him.

Seeing clear distress over her Son's face Aera stopped, slided her fingers through her son's hair while placing a kiss on top of his forehead. "Well that's the thing about wounds TaeBear. They always heal."

They don't. His mother lied. Not all wound heal. Some remains. Torturing, taunting, tormenting it's bearer. They remain. Like ink, smearing them across the whole body until not even a piece remains that hadn't been effected by it.

He know. Cause even to this day, standing in the same place he left when he was a six year old, that traitorous pain remains the same.

"You knew." It wasn't a question. Taehyung stated while his eyes stared far away, finally settling at a place that has been already burned to the ground. With two body inside it. The body of his parents. Dead Parents.

"You wouldn't have come If I told you before." Yoongi's unapologetic voice reached his ear, though he remained still. Until his feet kept on walking, like a magnet, not being able to take his eyes of, not being able to breathe without feeling the stone getting heavier inside his heart, he kept on walking until he entered through that door.

Though now it doesn't resemble one anymore. Maybe it's okey this way. He didn't want to see it in it's previous form either. Cause if he does, he will remember his dad. Who used to enter through this door and him running at full force until he was nestled inside his father's arms.

All at once, it was harder to gulp, harder to breathe, something blocking his windpipe as his eyes fell on that place. That place where his childhood got buried that day, viciously so.

"You've to stay here Bear. Promise Momma you will, without making a sound. Promise Momma."

"N..Noo. Tae stay with Momma."