Lost Memories (Taehyung x Jennie) [Book 2]

◆ Fifty - One ◆

- Taehyung

I caressed her cheeks...
While she's lying unconsciously on her bed.

Jisoo brought me the first aid kit.
I opened it and they watched me how to put ointments to Jennie's wounds.

Without any words...
Without any questions...
The room is filled with silence.
No onne's talking and they are all just looking at Jennie worriedly.

She was almost been raped.
If we haven't got the idea to go to that bar, she might be in trouble now.

I feel sorry for her...
These all starts when I cheated on her.
Then...this event is my fault again, right?

I have no doubt in blaming myself.
My lady was almost been raped and that's not a good thing, it means...I am careless about her.

I am blankly looking at her now after putting the oinments and medications.

I placed the first aid kit on the desk and kneeled beside Jennie's bed. I held her hand and leaned my forehead to her forearms.

Tears began to form throung my eyes.
I closed my eyes and ket some tears fall.
I sniffed silently and let the tears out.

"Hyung."
    Then, Jungkook broke the silence and sat upon me.

"She's fine, hyung."
     He tried to cheer me up caressing my back.

"It's not your fault, Taehyung."
       Jin added and supported me but...

"I'm so careless."
      I sobbed even more than earlier.

I heard Jin sighed and the girls too.

"I'm going to change her clothes. Go turn around, yeorobun."
    Jisoo informed.

"Ani, we're going out. Taehyung, don't worry too much. It's not yor fault."
     Jin spoke seriously and coldly and left the room with Jinin and Jungkook.

I lifted my head and looked at Jenie, then I turned around.

No one spoke after that.
They are tired of us, I can say...

"We are causing...I am causing several troubles, and Jennie's suffering through all of that."

"We're going our, call us whenever you need us. Don't think too much, whatnhapoened earlier was unexpected and no one wants it. It is no one's fault, Taehyung."
     Jisoo spoke and I just heard the door opened and few seconds, it closed.

I faced Jennie again and kneeled down once again.

What's making me cry even more was that she got bruises on her arms.

She has scratches on her cheek and she has a wound next to her lips.

It was like...
She's been hit for many times.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fist.

"Why should it be like this?
Why do we need these kind of happenings in life? I am always repeating the question, why do we need to experience things like this? Is it necessary to?"