Why? || Kim Taehyung

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"Noona!"

My eyes widened as I whipped my head around for the owner of the familiar voice. With a blink of an eye, I was suddenly inside my house in the living room just right in front of the front door. I jumped from my spot as the bright, two-note melody reverberated throughout the empty house.

With a deep breath, I hesitantly approached the door and let my fingers wrap around the cold door knob. The doorbell continuously rang and I had no choice but to pull it open. Unexpectedly, a harsh cold breeze greeted me and I came to a quick realisation that no one was there ringing the bell anymore.

What?

Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion, I slowly closed the door again. I nearly shrieked in surprise when a slightly wilted lily suddenly came into my view, along with an extremely familiar pair of hands holding it. A lump formed in my throat as I lifted my trembling hand to gently grab the lily off the person's hands.

"J-Jungkook...?" I spoke in disbelief, turning around with hesitation.

And there he was, standing right in front of me with his usual bunny-like lopsided smile. A tear escaped my eye as I remembered what had happened last time.

Jungkook decayed right in front of me.

"That won't happen, don't worry Noona," he chuckled softly as if he had read my mind.

Both relief and nostalgia flowed into me as I tiptoed to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a tight embrace. He felt so real. His scent, warmth, the lively pigmented lips of his and his orbs that gleamed brightly without the sun or any bright lights.

"I missed you," he whispered, tightening his grip on me.

"I missed you too," I said. I was meaning it to say it out gently but I sounded like a dying animal due to my inconsistent breathing and sniffling.

I pulled away from the hug and tried to wipe my tears away. Jungkook's gaze was softer than usual, as if he regretted his choice of ending his life, or maybe just simply missing me. He seemed to snap out of his small trance as he shook his head slightly before fixing my bangs just like the usual.

"I don't have long Noona, I'm just simply here to say a few things," he grabbed both my hands together and cupped them with his hands. "Firstly, thanks for that pretty lily... it's probably the most prettiest I've gotten so far. I mean, Yoongi hyung gave me a piece of grass, like seriously? Anyways, secondly, please don't blame Taehyungie Hyung for anything... He's done nothing wrong. Please tell him that I don't blame him at all. And for my last request,"

He looked into my eyes deeply and tightened his hold on my hand. His eyes glistened with sadness, but a different type compared Taehyung's. If Taehyung's sadness was a pained yet subtle one filled with guilt, then Jungkook's had a tinge of happiness in them with overflowing melancholia.

"My last request is..." He repeated. "Please don't repeat the same mistake as I did. I don't want you to end your life like how I did Noona, I want you to be happy and live long. I'm sorry for leaving you alone without any goodbyes. I'm sorry for making you have to suffer the pain alone. I'm really sorry," tears were glistening in his eyes as they threatened to fall out any second.

I shook my head and sniffled. "There's nothing to be sorry about Jungkook," I slid one of my hands away from his grip and softly wiped away the tear that had started to trickle down his pale cheeks. "Don't cry my baby brother," I cooed.

Jungkook broke in to a small smile as he let out a whiny face. "I told you to stop calling me that,"

"Hey, you're going to grow a horn on your butt if you do that," I giggled.