•Where Jungkook's secret keeps Taehyung trapped in a perfect world far away from the reality outside.•
["Don't ever leave my side"went through his ears.
It wasn't like an order more like a pitiful plead]
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• (1234 words)
It's been about two months now.
Two confusing months where Taehyung couldn't recover the life that once was his.
His life...
Is it really his?
A sad laugh escapes those dry lips that not long ago used to smile widely.
The bed where he lays is no longer comfortable if he is not embraced by his lover's arms, and all he can think about is that name that lingers on his mind.
"Jungkook"
Everyone is trying to find him.
Jeon Jungkook, the genius young student that developed the most realistic virtual reality program of all time.
Jeon Jungkook, the psychopath that almost killed five young men and kidnapped one before disappearing from the map.
Jeon Jungkook, the sweet boy that kissed him goodnight and whispered love words until he fell asleep.
Are they really the same person?
Maybe.
Taehyung feels like he will die if he keeps being locked in the little dark room where he is confined, the loneliness being realer than ever.
After all, this is the real world...
His thoughts have enough power to end him in a matter of days.
And he is so regretful about everything.
So many questions unanswered, so many undesired answers given, so much pain piling up on his weak body as the cold air hits his tired face.
He just wants to go back to the false reality he was living in, he wants to recover the night movies, the cuddles, the love itself, he wants to try to make cookies and end up covered in flour and chocolate, he wants to cry from happiness and not from the agony that's eating him alive.
He wants Jungkook.
But not the Jungkook that people describe, he wants his Jungkook, even if it could be just a false personality created by the younger boy.
He sighs already tired as he cross a bussy street slowly.
If he had never asked to go to Busan, if he had never opened the office door, if he had never thought about going outside, maybe, and only maybe, everything would be different.
