Outside|Vkook

Pt. 15

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Jimin finds Taehyung sleeping on a bench walking his way back from work.

It's almost 3am and he can say it is rather cold to be outside, especially if it is sleeping.

It's... Strange? Surprising? Unexpected?

The situation itself is quite amusing, it's not like he would find friends laid on benches on every single winter night, he something would happen but the boy for sure didn't expect the silver haired to end up freezing on the streets.

With a loud sigh the black haired male approaches his friend and caress his olive skin softly, it's so cold but somehow fairly smooth.

—Taehyung—he whispers shaking the boy slightly—Taehyung—but he doesn't answer.

His small hand travels across his cheeks to end up above his lips and a sudden relief cover his heart warmly, the younger is breathing, slowly, but breathing, which means that he is not yet dead, so Jimin decides to take him home even though Taehyung's weight feels incredibly heavy up on his back.

"The night wasn't supposed to end up like this".

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As morning comes by the silver haired boy wakes up on a familiar bed noticing how every inch of his body stings in pain, it's most likely due to the freezing weather outside, because he was sleeping outside, was, and now... little cables on his brain start making connections with past events, the direction, the bench, Jungkook, the phone, Hoseok, as the image appears on his mind a fearful feeling invades his tired heart.

Did Hoseok find him yesterday? Is that why he is back on the house?

The door knob turns creaking on the slightest way possible, the sound making Taehyung's heart beat like crazy as his hands grab strongly the white fabric that covers most of his body.

Will that help?

Not really.

Despite knowing that he stays still on his place, gaze completely focused on the person behind the door.

Thankfully enough the small framed boy revealed is no other than his friend, his only friend to be very honest, carrying some food and hot beverages.

—You've woken up—he says smiling sweetly as he places the things on the night table—I was really worried when I found you yesterday.

The younger boy looks up, is so difficult not to feel ashamed now, he is always saying how he doesn't want to be a bother to Jimin but he always ends up in trouble, that single thought makes him look down immediately on hopes of retaining the tears inside his deep orbs.

—I'm sorry...

The black haired's smile fades slowly with this words, he sits on the bed taking Taehyung's hands between his and caress them lovingly to sooth the pain he foresees will stain the other boy's cheeks.

—Want to tell me what happened? That would help us both—he asks.

At the very beginning the silver haired is kind of reluctant but after a bit he starts explaining everything, he talks about the awkward dinner and his 'conversation' with Hoseok, he talks about him escaping and the cold night but he never once mentions the call or Jungkook at all, is in that moment that he is telling everything to Jimin that he realizes how bad his actions should have to be if he is unable to reveal them to his best friend.

"You are a bad boy" Taehyung feels the need to remind himself while the elder is hugging him "You are not deserving of his support"

Nonetheless, this thoughts don't stop him from going to discover the promised "truth", after they eat and while they are on rhe midst of watching some random movie on TV he uses a stupid excuse to get out of the house alone, leaving behind a quite confused Jimin.

When he is finally somewhere no one can see him Taehyung checks again the small folded paper and rethinks all his decisions carefully, he can still go back, there's time to start a whole new life away from his past.

But does he want that?

His fast steps say otherwise as they approach the destination written on the note.

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When the boy arrives is already 6pm, late, very late.

He barely has any money so the only way to get here was walking, and even if he knew he wouldn't make it he maintains his hopes up praying that Jungkook has waited for him.

As he makes his way towards the specified number on the paper he realizes the place itself is kind of creepy, Taehyung thinks it might be some kind of abandoned warehouse, maybe he really shouldn't be there.

However his curiosity strikes once again giving him the last bit of courage to enter the small room.

—You came...

It's dark inside, aside from a bright computer monitor it's really dark inside, this wasn't exactly how he thought thinks would develop but it's still way better than his worst options.

—I just want to know the truth—the silver haired whispers getting closer to the screen.

And there he is, Jungkook, his appearance not as neat as before, big purple bags hanging from his dark eyes as his messy hair lets his forehead breath.

—I guess that's why we are here... right?—and on his tone Taehyung can see how much the other wants to talk about any other thing.

Maybe he just wants them to chat about their daily lives and how everything has been turning out to each other, but sadly that's all related to the main question.

—If you didn't do it, who did it?

Jungkook sighs, his gaze falling down as his hand brush the rebel locks of his forehead back repeatedly.

—You sure you want to know?—but before he can reply to the question the raven-head cuts him off—what am I even saying? You obviously want to know... after all, you've always been like this, haven't you?—a small pause lets both of them think about the way the conversation is taking and then the younger asks— Haven't you thought that maybe if you don't remember is because you don't want to?

And by now he is already tired, the elder can see how tired Jungkook is, he can see how tired both of them are.

—Maybe back then I decided to block those memories on my mind—Taehyung starts saying slowly and as he takes a deep breath his mind thinks how to continue—Now... I want to know, not knowing is... horrible...

Tears begin to form up on his eyes, there's so much happening in such a short spam of time, he just wants to go home.

But there is no home waiting for him.

—Taehyung...—his heart clenches as he hears Jungkook's soothing voice calling for him, so worried, always so gentle as the words roll out of his lips.

—Please, tell me who did it—is te only thing he is able ro plead before he burst into tears.

The silver haired's vision is blurry, in spite of that he can appreciate the hesitation on his, once, lover's face.

—Taehyung... it was... you, you did it.

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(Edit) I'm back, I really missed writing this and I really hated studying for my exams but I got to keep good grades ;-;
In the past few days I realized there's more people reading 'Outside' and I'm incredibly thankful, I'm thankful for the people who read this, I'm thankful for the people who vote on this and I'm thankful for your existence as a whole, it really means a lot to me ;-; and now that I've been cheesy enough I'm going to rehearse, this fanfic is almost at its end and I don't want to ruin it so maybe updates will keep on being slow (?) we'll see , haha.