pretty boy | taekook

locked doors

chapter thirty-four ;; locked doors
jeongguk's perspective
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I was convinced the world was cruel. You're only showed a string of light, a hope, a chance, just to let your fingertips touch the star before being crashed back down. My star had been seen, shining and waiting to be captured. It was so close, so bright and beautiful and promising. I got my hopes up. I thought my life was made, that it was put out in order for me to finally feel like I've done all to be happy. Apparently, my story wasn't over just yet.

One week, one week of no one, one week with only myself, and I was going mad. Human contact was no longer an option as my door was locked. After three years of my door being unlocked, I had finally gone against father's words. He made a strict rule to have no doors locked, for it was his money keeping this house, and it was his right to enter as he pleased. Not that he ever made an appearance, but I always kept my doors unlocked, just in case. And now the click had been heard, and there was no more chance for someone to touch my skin.

Everything was complete darkness. I was complete darkness. There were no more fairylights ready to dazzle all with glimmering beauty. There were no more plastic stars on my ceiling as their shine died out when mine did. They were forcefully yanked off of the white ceiling and took off some paint with their stickiness, but I didn't care. Some stars died off far too soon, just like I had. I was dead, a walking corpse with no set destination or life, only wandering and waiting for someone to find me like my star had done.

Sad poetry on crumbled paper littered my walls, held up by thumb tacks that I used to run across my fingertips. All monsters need a way to wake up. It was sad, but I compared my feelings to Jimin's and Hoseok's. They had been blind, and they had been crashed down, either by rejection or slipping up. I had slipped up. I was rejected. Taehyung didn't care anymore. I think he stopped caring when I did.

Seokjin called. I almost answered.

Jimin called. I almost answered.

Namjoon called. I almost answered.

Yoongi called. I almost answered.

Hoseok called. I almost answered.

Taehyung called. I did answer.

"Jeongguk?" His voice was faint and much lower than what I'd remembered, "I- Where have you been?" Taehyung was on the point of tears, but I had none to shed.

"Home."

"Your door's were locked. I couldn't get in." He says with a saddened tone, seeming to be occupied with something else.

"Because I locked it."

"B-But I need you, Gukkie. I- I did something stupid. Please, unlock your door."

I moved so much faster than expected, taking little time to process his words. Taehyung needed me, and it was my turn to prove my loyalty and care. For so long I neglected his feelings for my own, and now was a time for me to prove I could, in fact, care for him as he does to me.

Food had been forgotten for four days, and I was surprised I could have so much energy, although my entire body was tired and weak. My legs continued to stumble over each other, trying all I could to go down the stupid three flights of stairs to get to Taehyung who was presumably outside my door. The steps were quick and frantic, terrified of what the beautiful boy might've done in the time we were apart.

"I'm coming." My faint and croaky voice tells him with a reassuring tone, "Wait just a little longer." I didn't even realize that he began to cry. The sounds were muffled through the speaker but still clearly heard. It was evident he tried to hide them the best he could.