WINGS || Taehyung

#47 - Bidding Farewells

For one, long, resonating heartbeat, Yoongi didn't know what to do - he felt absolutely feckless. But as his mind cleared - surprisingly - his thoughts getting out of the way, he knew what he had to do. And the first duty he considered the most important was to be a friend - before he surrendered himself to the power of the throne and the crown; to the title.

He turned around and made his way through the dense forest, making it to the clearing where you were held in Taehyung's arms, no doubt weeping the loss of your friend. As his footsteps sounded, Taehyung looked up to him, his eyes shining with regret and remorse as he gently peeled you off him. Your body was shaking, and Yoongi could make out as the outlines of your body blurred with every tremble, and he lowered his voice than what he'd been going for.

'We lost a true fighter, and an honest brother, today.' Yoongi's voice was almost breathy as he, too, felt the heaviness of Hoseok's demise. He silently thanked the man whose body now lay limp against the tree trunk, his stomach almost gouged out. But that didn't stop Yoongi from walking to him and gently reaching down to his shoulders, moving him away from the position against the trunk to a lying position on the ground. He breathed, 'Thank you, Hoseok. Thank you.'

His hand reached for Hoseok's cold and frigid cheek, his thumb running gently over his brother's skin as his thoughts re-ran over the times when he'd first met the man - a boy - he was just a boy if he actually compared to how long Yoongi had lived. And that saddened him very much.

Meeting Hoseok had been spectacular, him not having forgotten a single second to be chirpy - although it quieted down a great deal while in front of their father. And when he'd approached him one night - running into him was more suiting - Hoseok had immediately recognized him - the courtesy of a painting of Yoongi in Kronell - letting him know why he'd come here. Initially, Yoongi had drawn his hand to attack him when he'd let loose your name. But as he went on, explaining exactly that he didn't know who you exactly were (but sounded strangely familiar) and why he'd been sent to earth, Yoongi had pitied him. So, he took Hoseok to a place - an undetectable, and untraceable place - and told him everything. After all, he was just as worthy to the truth as you were.

Yoongi didn't notice a tear slipping his eye, and only did so when it had fallen right atop the back of his palm. Not bothering to wipe it away, he stood up and faced Taehyung, ignoring your presence completely.

'You know what to do.' He said, and turned back around again to take Hoseok in his arms. Yoongi looked at you with eyes that begged forgiveness, before he spoke with a broken voice, 'Take care of yourself and your brother.'

Offering a small smile, he vanished into thin air.

Taehyung and you walked into the compound of the safe house, the gates somehow off some of its hinges and hanging in odd angles. The comforting arm around your shoulder kept your heart from falling out of your ass as you climbed the steps of the condo and into it, the wooden door, too, in a worse, splintering condition.

'Jungkook?' You called into the house, praying that he was somewhere in there, safe and sound. When after two minutes no reply came, you began getting paranoid. You forgot about Taehyung as you ran to the staircase that led to the first floor of the condo, when you heard a frail, small voice.

'Y/N?' And you sobbed as you saw Jungkook walk out of the darkness and onto the landing of the first floor. He gawked at you, before all kinds of recognition hit him that his sister was safe, his legs instantly carrying him down two steps at a time. His arms tackled you into a bone-crushing hug, causing you to fall backwards, but you kept yourself steady as you wrapped your injured arms around him, the shallow wounds stinging slightly at the pressure as you too returned the embrace with similar enthusiasm. Taehyung watched from a distance, you and Jungkook sobbing into each other's shoulders - one sibling glad for the survival of the other. What a crazy world for you to have been in, almost losing your better half.