Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Twenty Six

Home has many meanings. But to some pleople, maybe home means two arms wrapped around you when you are at your worst...
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There were times when John Park thought of himself as less than a human being. Today he was feeling less then dirt. His eyes were vacant, his mind was in disarray. A chaotic thread of pain was slowly wrapping itself around him, not giving him scope to breathe or even look at his own eyes, fearing he will see all the mud lurking in his body.

There were times when John Park thought of himself as less than a human being. Today he was feeling less then dirt. His eyes were vacant, his mind was in disarray. A chaotic thread of pain was slowly wrapping itself around him, not giving him scope to breathe or even look at his own eyes, fearing he will see all the mud lurking in his body.

Today he did it. The one thing that he thought he won't do. Today he did it too. There was nothing human remaining in him anymore. The last time he saw Jungkook, those large eyes were shining with innocence, mischief and purity that didn't know that people like him exist.

People who can kill even the ones they call family. That child must've been hurt, screamed in pain, looking for safety, not believing the cruelty of the world he lives in. He must've left this world with lot of complaints.

His hand fisted on their own, the shard of glass in his palm cutting deep, bleeding yet not being able to outshine the pain he was feeling inside.

The phone started ringing then. The echo of it spreading across the room, taking him by surprise. His eyes fell on the screen, than on the clock, showing it was almost morning, the soft light outside announcing the start of another morning. His eyes falling on the number was showing on the screen. That means that man has done his job. He had to squeeze his eyes again, not trying to see the dead body of that child who called him uncle and smiled at him as if he was worth trusting.

His hand hover over the phone, tears cascade down his eyes, melancholy gripping his insides. His fingers not having the power to slide down that accept button.

He was scared. Scared to hear what that other person will say. Scared to see his fears coming true. Scared to know that his plan has succeed this time.

Scared to understand that there were no longer a child named Jeon Jungkook alive in this world anymore. John Park was scared. He was scared as hell as that phone stopped ringing. Only to began again.

He tried to take a deep breath, holding his tears at bay, then with trembling hands and bleeding heart, he accepted it. Not knowing that this call was about to change everything. Everything he knew, everything he expected, everything that was supposed to happen in future.

Unknown to the facts that were about to change this whole cat and mouse play, he accepted the call and started a set of events that were about to change it all.

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Several Hours Before

Jungkook's eyes were filled with confusion. Then anger replaced it. His feet stomping ahead while lips pressed, hands fisted in anger. It took him two strides to reach that man and less than one second to havoc wreck upon the man he calls his psycho.

Taehyung had to double take when that angry bunny threw fists at him, again and again, in his chest, while eyes looking at him in anger. "Jungkook...."

The beating increase.

"Princess..." Taehyung tried to coax the double bunny whose only wish seems to be killing him with those fist of his. Although it wasn't hurting. "At least listen to me...I was..."