"What did you think would happen? A happily ever after?"
Taehyung pressed his palms to his ears, trying to block out the sound.
"Did you believe you'd actually get to keep that boy?"
"Shut up!" Taehyung yelled, eyes scrunched shut, nails digging in his skin. Fat droplets rolled off his cheeks, splattering against the cold tiles.
The other, however, only laughed at him, teeth bared in a maniacal sneer.
"But, my dear Taehyung, I am all you have left. If I leave, who'll be by your side? Not that upstart Jungkook obviously."
Taehyung's eyes flashed with anger.
"Don't you dare say his name." He growled.
"I will do whatever I want, and all you can do is watch." The sneer widened. "Y'know, he's probably happy right now, up in some hotel room with someone else, having a good laugh about how much of a lost cause you are."
Taehyung pressed his palms closer to his ears. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut-"
"Laughing, talking, being intimate with someone who's not you-"
"SHUT UP!"
About to throttle the other at that instant, Taehyung rose up from his hunched position on the floor, only to freeze in place.
He heard a clear ring cutting through the echoing silence.
A ring, more specifically, associated with his mobile phone.
Hardly daring to believe it, and ignoring Taeyang, he walked over to the discarded device on his bed.
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His breath hitched as he picked it up with trembling hands, thumb hastily sliding over the screen to accept the call.
“H-hello?” He asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper and not so enunciated.
“Taehyung? Is that you?”
He tried to blink back the sudden onrush of tears, but failed miserably.
“Yeah. It's me.”
“How....how are you?”
Sudden malice flared up in Taehyung's chest. The audacity-
“How the hell do you think I am?” He growled.
“......”
The tears returned as soon as they had gone.
“I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout, I-”
“It's... It's okay, I understand why you're mad.”
“No!” Taehyung's eyes widened. “I'm not mad at you! You're the one who should be mad, not me. I mean, I'm sorry-”
“Tae, please stop, okay?” The voice cracked at the end. “I think... I think it's too late for sorrys.”
Taehyung's already cracked consciousness began to crumble and fall down a deep, dark abyss.
“Jungkook, I-”
“I just called to tell you that I'm fine and back home, and there's no need to worry. And also just,” Jungkook exhaled shakily.
“Just take care, okay?”
Taehyung bit his trembling bottom lip to keep himself from reducing into a sobbing heap, as hot droplets continued to slide past his eyelashes.
“Goodbye Tae.”
“N-no, wait-”
The line disconnected.
Taking the phone away from his ear, Taehyung stared motionless at the blank screen for a second, before hurtling it with all his might against the wall.
It broke into a thousand pieces, the screen glass spewing everywhere.
Taehyung dropped down to the floor again as all strength left him, pulling on his hair roots as he revelled in his silent misery.
He didn't even react when someone grabbed his shoulder, shaking it roughly.
“See? He's happy without you. He doesn't need you anymore.”
Too numb to reply, Taehyung could only stare in front of him.
But what if he isn't?
One thought stood out.
What if he isn't happy?
What if he still loves you, if only a little bit?
“Don't be ridiculous.” Taeyang jeered. “You're only deluding yourself.”
What if I'm not being ridiculous?
What if the only one deluding me....is me?
Pushing himself up from his foetal position, Taehyung glared at the latter, who, for the first time, seemed taken aback.
“Sorry Taeyang.” He growled. “But I make my own options.”
The latter glared murderously back. Taehyung didn't pay him any heed as he walked out of the room.
As he stopped and looked back, his other consciousness had disappeared.
A/N: so tae turned badass which i personally found cringy and hilarious heh
