Fallen For You (REWRITTEN)

9

Taehyung hated the silent night. It kept reminding him how much time he has lost... and how much he missed that person's laugh. He tried to block out his dark thoughts, preventing the sweet memories from resurfacing again. But no matter how many times he tried to distract himself with useless self medicated drugs that humans use, he could still hear the hollow wailings of the wind as it carries all of his nightmares.

The nightmare which he was left alone, surrounded by the stench of blood. Standing on a mountain of corps, carrying a body who was once owned by someone precious, too precious to him.

The image made Taehyung choked on his sobs. He tried to swallow back the aching pain resonating from his head. Every mewl he made, his body started to tremble more.

He wanted that person's warmth... but he was gone. So with his trembling hands, Taehyung searched for his phone. He wanted somebody to soothe him. Anyone, just anyone who could save him from hell.

He unconsciously pressed an unknown number from his contacts, not yet been named. But Taehyung didn't care because his awareness is slipping away.

Finally the call was answered and Taehyung took a deep breath, mumbling the unsaid words painfully slow so the person who received the call could hear him clearly without his sobbing.

".....Sa-save... m-me...please...please....pl-"

That was all he could muster. Taehyung hoped the person could understand him and not brush it as a prank but rather a serious s.o.s.

His consciousness is fading and he felt like thousands of needles had pricked his throat as he tried to grasp for air. He just hoped the person he called could be his saviour even if its just for a day.

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Jungkook was working out in the gym, showing off his glistening sweaty biceps to Jimin, when suddenly he received a call from Taehyung. They exchanged numbers with each other during the last second of Maths period, scurrying to get to the next class.

Jungkook smirked, thinking that the other finally succumbed to his flirting. For the past three weeks, he had been trying to make Taehyung fall in love with him with every possible way. But the other wouldn't budge, not even batting an eye when Jungkook flexed his muscles. The Muscles which he is so proud of. It does not help that there is a fucking obstacle every single time Jungkook tried to approach Taehyung.

The fucking fish prince would instantly make a fucking pathetic excuse so he and Taehyung couldn't spend time alone together. Jungkook couldn't make any advancement towards Taehyung.

" Hello Tae- "

".....Sa-save... m-me...please...please....pl-"

" What? Taehyung, are you okay? Are you hurt? Hello....Hey."

Jungkook waited for a response from the other but the line was cut off. He quickly wore his hoodie, ignoring the sticky sensation from his sweats.

He didn't know why, but the situation made him revert back to his old self. The past Jungkook who once cared, adored and loved Taehyung.