YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER... HAH
(I thought it was over too until I had this idea lmaO)
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"You have one hour of visitation."
Taehyung's arms were covered in goosebumps, completely unready to face what was sitting right in front of him. The room was bland, walls painted a plain grey that matched many of the other items that surrounded him - but it was who sat across from him that was the centrepiece.
A thick layer of glass separated them, but his features were still clear as day.
Jungkook looked different than he did when he received the guilty verdict nearly a year ago. Back then, he looked rough, but he still had an air of youth to him. Something still bright that lived within him.
Whatever that was, was gone now.
His expression looked hollow, eyes blank as he looked at Taehyung through the barrier. He had a bruise on his cheek that bloomed hues of purple and blue, dark circles underneath his eyes. His hair was longer than before, unruly and falling in front of his eyes. He looked more mature, but also more broken.
Taehyung wondered if those two things had to go hand in hand.
Taehyung finally picked up the telephone that allowed him to talk to Jungkook, gulping as he watched the other male do the exact same thing.
"Why?" It was such a simple question, but in a situation like this one it was probably the one that held the most weight. Why did he take lives away from innocent people? Why did he feel that he was allowed to?
"Starting off heavy, are we?" Jungkook sighed, brushing a few pieces of hair out of his eyes. His voice was raspy, Taehyung hating that he felt a twinge in his heart as Jungkook's appearance. "I felt like I had to. It was... kind of a way to take control, considering that control was something I never had." He exhaled. "It was also a way for me to combat fear. How could I be afraid of anything if I was who everyone else feared?"
Taehyung swallowed, bottom lip already wobbling. He knew that he shouldn't have come, he still wasn't ready. He knew that Jungkook had a rough childhood, but how younger never gave him details.
"My own mother tried to kill me, Taehyung." Why did it sound strange for Jungkook not to call him 'Hyung'? "In an act of self defence, I ended up taking her life instead. Her last words belittled me, telling me that I had never made her proud." The words were hard to take in. "I thought, for some reason, that if I succeeded in the one thing that my mother couldn't do - kill somebody - that she may finally be proud of me."
His expression was dark, but the way his eyes turned glossy wasn't missed.
"You lied to me for the entire time that we knew each other." Taehyung countered. "I cried on your shoulder when Jimin died, you gave me advice on how to cope, you attended his funeral. You had the nerve to attend his funeral when you were the reason for it." Taehyung's chest felt as if there was a weight on it, slowly crushing him as he stared into Jungkook's saddening eyes. "You're sick."
"I am." Jungkook nodded, looking down at his hands.
"Can I even still call you my friend? The person who I called a friend was a façade that you put on to hide your crimes." Jungkook flinched at the words, lips tugging down into a deep frown before he looked back up to meet the other male's gaze. He looked so, so incredibly hurt. So completely devastated, and there was nothing Jungkook could do - because he was the cause for it.
"Would I have been next?" Taehyung's words were daunting, Jungkook's eyes widening at the question. "Would you have killed me too, if the guilt hadn't gotten to you first?"
