Lost Memories (Taehyung x Jennie) [Book 2]

◆ Thirty - Seven ◆

- Taehyung

She ended everything...
She...ended it....just earlier.

And yeah...
I'm here...
At the bar with Jin, Jimin and Jungkook.

"That's enough, Taehyung. You already had few bottles."
Jimin tried to grabbed the bottle from me but of course, I gripped on it and hold it tightly.

"I won't stop until I had several bottles."
I answered.

"Instead of getting drunk, why don't you just talk to Jennie?"
Jungkook sarcastically mouthed to me.

I faced him...

"I'm not drunk. I only got three bottles. Besides...she ended everything."
I answered and stared at the bottle of vodka.

I placed the bottle on the counter and clenched my fist.

Seconds...
My members are just staring at me, watching how devastated I am.

Tears starts to flow down on my cheeks.
I can feel the burning pain on my chest.
Like it was being torn or being burned.

"She said..she said...let's end this."

"Hyung. It's my fault.

Hyung, why have I done that?
What should I do? She ended everything.

I cheated but I love her.
I love her and didn't mean to do that.

Jennie.
Kim Jennie.
Jennie-a!"

All I can do after those questions is to cry, to cry on the top of my heart. Like I'm going to split my heart out of my chest.

Jin caressed my back as welk as Jimin and Jungkook.

"Jennie, mianhe. Mianhe."

- Jennie

I made my way back home...
From the lake, I walked alone.
Under the dark sky.
Upon reaching the gates, the guards bowed at me and greeted, I just nod in response without giving any emitions.

I entered with everyone smiling like they are thinking that I'm fine.

Well, I told the last time that I'm fine...
Even though I'm not.

I keeo on walking upstairs and entered my room. As I opened the door, it revealed three ladies sitting on the carpet and next to my bed.

They looked at me upon noticing that I came.

I stared at them with weak eyes and blank thoughts.

They immediately stood up and way to me.
They hugged me and caressed my back, tapping it and comforting me.

They haven't asked anything.
They didn't spoke. They just comforted me with hugs and cheering up tiny smiles.

I didn't respond.
I didn't even gave them a look of thanks.
As they pulled from the hug, I made my way to my bed.

I undressed my coat and lied on my bed.
I know they are watching me while I am currently scrolling down on Instagram, but I just turned my back against them and pretended that my tears are not existing.

It is pass dinner time.
But they aren't asking me about eating.
They sat on the couch across my bed.
I continued focusing my attention to my phone...