Outside|Vkook

Pt. 14

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It's painful how familiar the voice is.

However, it somehow feels so far away in comparison to how close it was back then...

A little raspy, a bit much of tiredness making itself visible through the smooth tone.

—You...—Taehyung starts saying immediately being cut off by the knot on his throat, the words don't want to leave his mouth, the questions don't want to escape his lips.

—Please, don't hang up, I need to explain.

But everything he says will fall on emptiness right now, the sadness, the disappointment, all the feelings the silver haired suppressed on his broken heart are covering his ears firmly.

—How could you?—Is the only thing he is able to ask.

Probably the only thing he wants to actually know, how could he? How could he kill his parents? How could he kill his friends? How could he injure Jimin? And mostly, how could he leave him behind?

Because after all, leaving him behind is still one of the things that hurts him the most.

—I couldn't, I haven't done anything, I swear—the despair to be trusted clear on his voice.

And Taehyung finds himself thinking about that question he usually asked unconsciously.

"Would he prefer being caught in a beautiful lie or live on a painful reality"

—They have proof—he says in what's suppose to be a stern tone, nevertheless he sounds like a scared kitten trying to show a non-existent braveness.

—But you don't believe it—the voice replies, so sure and full of strength instead that you would almost be unable to see the slight doubt between his words.

—I actually do.

But... does he? It doesn't really seem like it as his hesitation is completely clear, each word trembling over his tongue a little longer than usual.

—No, you don't.

No, he doesn't, it would have been a miracle if the other didn't notice the contradiction between his word and his thoughts.

The knot on his chest and throat tensing up as the name he was avoiding to say rolls out his tongue.

—Jungkook...

It comes up as a tired whisper because his voice isn't really on the best condition, he had never mentioned him since that day at the police station.

Regardless of the situation he was in, the name would only stay on his mind, and now, that Taehyung hears himself saying it... it feels so strange, so... real.

—Then tell me, why did you pick up this call?—interrupts the raven-head.

The elder doesn't give his brain time to react before replying aggressively.

—This is a public space!

—I know, but that wasn't my question, now, was it? Do you want me to tell you why?

Probably, he would know it better, Jungkook has always known what's going in his little silver head better than himself.

—Why?

—Because you are curious, because you are silly but mostly because you expected it to be me—and can he really deny that? Can he say he wasn't craving for his smooth voice comfort? Most likely not—in the depths of your heart you wanted to hear my voice, you wanted me to explain, you wanted to trust me.

—Then make me trust you... please...

The pitiful plead hardly getting across the line.

—I'll try, but not now—Jungkook's tone softens, he is not trying to prove anything anymore, its just like if he was providing what Taehyung really wanted, comfort—we don't have time—still his words come up slowly, almost as if he was trying to buy their conversation a few more seconds—you'll find a direction written on a folded paper just inside the coin slot, meet me there, tomorrow, 5pm.

—What if I decide not to go.

Is a stupid question, but the silver haired doesn't want it to end either, will this moment fly away like a butterfly? Just as if this isn't actually happening, will he go back and wake up feeling Jungkook's voice as far as a blurry dream?

Will they disappear?

—I can't force you against your will, but I'll be waiting for you—and then he says it, as a soft whisper that breaks Taehyung's heart into a million pieces—I love you.

That'a how the call ends.

Now, he is only a lost boy on some unknown street, the cold embracing him, the liquid sorrow running down his cheeks warming him up, phone grabbed between his trembling hands as the past events attack his dizzy head.

Such an entertaining night the one he had, a sad chuckle escaping his lips followed by many more that end up turning into whimpers and sobs that mix themselves with the tears and pain taking over his heart.

—I love you too...

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So I planned this to be an 18 chapter story but my plans failed since by chapter 14 everything should be more developed and we are still here ;-; I guess it'll end up being a little bit longer, sorry ;-;