•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]
{Due to school work I hope to update at least...
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• (856 words)
—Taehyung?
It's just like a hopeful whisper but when he hears his name the boy has the strong need to shake his head in denial, he indeed is Taehyung, not the stranger's Taehyung though, at least not anymore.
"Stranger? When did he become a stranger? You see him everynight"
Yet he keeps on being a stranger on his eyes, someone he doesn't know anything about besides some loose memories that appear every now and then on his deepest dreams.
—Taehyung! You are alive, Taehyung—the, now black haired, male sobs hugging him—I've missed you so much, I thought...I thought you were...
The situation is so confusing that the silver haired can't even move, he's completely freeze on the spot like some kind of ice statue, his arms hanging dead at each side of his body unable to hug back the person embracing him.
—I'm... sorry—he ends up whispering at a fault of words.
Taehyung isn't lying though.
He really is sorry, more than sorry actually.
Not only because he can't get the memories they had together back, which is one of the reasons, he is mostly sorry because he can't feel anything towards the boy, he doesn't feel as safe nor as happy as he should after encountering a what should be friend since as much as he knows they were friends before, weren't they?
"We've been friends since forever" that's what he said on the dream, yet he can't sense it.
—Then... is it really true? You don't remember anything?
The voice caressing his ears soft and delicate, big doe eyes looking at him full of expectations and sadness.
—I'm sorry, Jimin.
Park Jimin, the only boy who survived Junkook's attack, the 'almost' between his five victims, now is standing in front of him letting the tears well up on his eyes incredibly fast, his full bottom lip trembling between his teeth on an attempt to not let the tears fall.
—No...—he denies in a broken whisper—I... I should have helped you... I didn't do enough... I...
The boy starts crying uncontrollably as he mumbles endless blames towards his persona, hiccuping once in a while as he rest his hands on the other's shoulders for support and his head stays leaned on Taehyung's chest lightly.
It's inevitable, the fact that he feels sorry for the sorrow that stains Jimin's cheeks is inevitable, the fact that he suddenly feel responsible, that's inevitable too.
It would be repetitive if he kept apologizing to the black haired male but, to be sincere, there's nothing else he can do, he is just sorry, there's nothing deeper, still, the apologetic feeling lingers on his heart.
His hands trail the other's arms slowly before taking Jimin's hands off of his shoulders.
—I'm sorry, I'm really not who you are trying to find.
—B-But you are!—the boy denies quickly taking the silver haired's bigger hands between his, he's already lost the male in front of him once, he is not going to let that happen ever again—Y-You've just... You've just forgotten but you are my Taehyung, I can see it on your eyes.
Can he really?
Taehyung really doubts it, however, he is clearly unable to break the thin glass that seems to keep Jimin far from reality.
The little hopeful smile that the black haired is gifting him with those still glossy, from crying earlier, eyes looking directly into him.
—Jimin...—but the words don't want to leave his lips, not if they are going to injury his, once, friend's heart as bad as his was.
If there's something he clearly knows is how painful is to have your dreams shattered.
It's not even fair since what Jimin lived was not even a dream like his, what Jimin's lived until now has been the realest reality and even though everything has been real he still isn't able to recover the scattered pieces of what once was a happy life.
They are the same.
No.
Actually, his own situation might be somehow better than Jimin's.
—Can we... Can we at least go for coffee or something? J-Just to talk, please.
The black haired's words hit Taehyung ears like a sudden cold blow of winter's freezing breeze, it sounds so much like a plead and from little to nowhere like an invitation.
—I have no money—says Taehyung to what Jimin just giggles sadly while shaking his head, hands still holding tightly the silver-haired's fingers.
—If you don't want to it's okay, however, if you come I'll obviously treat you.
And how could he try to refuse in the face of such a beautiful person, wouldn't it be horrible to keep staining his mind with pain and his heart with agony?
He doesn't want to go.
But he'll go.
Because if he can't be happy the least he can do is try to bring a smile onto the other's plump lips.
For the good old times.
Those that he doesn't remember.
—Okay... Thank you...
Those blank moments that he'll have to remember someday, whether it is sooner...
