•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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(920 words)
—I-I...—.
It's really a silly question that's going to be left unanswered, after all, even if Taehyung wanted to reply properly his memories are just making it totally impossible.
He doesn't remember having to choose between Jungkook and the boy in front of him, if he has to be truthful, he doesn't even remember Hoseok in the first place.
His brain is like a big complicated knot full of loose strings, no origin to them, no way to untangle it.
—You don't remember, right?
And Hoseok's heart can't help but ache as he sees the silver haired nodding frenetically, maybe he thinks this is all a game, that there's a escape to it, but his feelings are not a stupid game, the sadness that spread across his soul when Jungkook took his beautiful angel away, that's been the realest feeling he's ever felt.
It's such a pity that the sadness led to the state in which he is currently drowning, anger and confusion taking over his actions.
Where is the love now?
The orange haired male laughs, his voice stained with disappointment and sorrow, almost as if his high pitched giggle carried with it upcoming crystal tears, is he really a threat or just a sad heart-broken boy?
The younger's body relaxing slightly on the sofa as the fear fades from his system.
But oh, how big of a mistake that is.
As fast as his defenses are down the other smiles widely, no sign of sorrow on his cheeks, a horrifying spark lighting up his eyes as his expression contorts sending chills down Taehyung's spine.
Unlike the silver haired the older doesn't lose his time thinking, apparently he isn't thinking at all, good old Hoseok is already buried under the ground along with his sanity, along with his self-control, and the once lingering feeling he used to call love, and while Taehyung is trying to figure out what is exactly going on his wrist is already forcefully trapped between the other's long cold fingers.
—How sad—he says mockingly keeping his smile in place— myangel doesn't even remember me—but it all sound like just a bad joke—I was never in your mind, was I?—he asks digging into the other's soul with his gaze—It was always Jungkook this, Jungkook that, but... Where am I?!
By now the grip on the younger's wrist is already painful, if he's able to get out from this, it'll surely leave a mark.
The fake smile has disappeared with Hoseok's last words, anger taking over them like a tornado, it's scary, painful, sad and regretful, it's all at the same time, however, fear is increasing incredibly fast in comparison.
