Outside|Vkook

Pt. 16

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(999 words)

As for now Taehyung's mind is a mess, it's just as if all the things he tried to tell himself, all the attempts to believe Jungkook was the culprit, were in vain.

They indeed seem to be in vain, his head throbbing continuously making him feel sick, unable to listen or to think properly.

"Tae... help... it hurts so... so bad...I...please...please"

The voice digging deeper into his ears as it repeats the same words, reviving the same scene on a loop.

He did remember that back then and even until not long ago his friend's pleading voice would appear on his dreams constantly.

However, the rational part of his mind makes an incredible effort to remind him the most important fact, Jungkook is the one the police has proof against, not him, he is just a victim, that's what everyone says.

The short found memories are just his imagination tricking him, that's right.

—You are lying.

For his luck Taehyung doesn't sound extremely hesitant, just a tiny little bit, practice makes perfect and he's been trying to convince himself of so many things for the past month that he could say he is a master at the art of tricking his mind into believing what he wants, at least superficially.

Nevertheless for Jungkook all of this makes things a lot harder, he feels anxious, scared, saturated, he just wants to go home, which is currently nonexistent, and finish with this never ending run.

—That night—the raven-head starts explaining, because what else is left? He's already revealed the truth—you were supposed to meet up with me—a sigh escape his dry thin lips—I waited for a while before I received a message saying you were sick and decided to go to your place, just in case you needed something, you don't remember, do you?

The elder denies slowly, eyes filled with tears that are starting to spill everywhere as his headache gets worse, the place feels colder now, darker and terrifying, his fingertips can't help but try to find something to ease the anxiety increasing on his stomach.

—When I got there... the house was completely dark, I could only see the light behind your bedroom door—Jungkook continues, feeling how a knot forms up on his throat as the words refuse to roll off his lips—I called for you but there was no answer, and when I started getting closer to your room I could hear you sobbing... I thought... something happened to you...—the boy takes a deep breath before going on, he would love this to be just a joke, to keep the memories buried deep down his mind, right where no one could ever find them, not even himself—you were okay though, but your parents, Jimin, they were... there was so much blood and you were covered with it, Jimin was pleading in such a low voice that I thought he would die anyways and you were crying so so much I couldn't understand what you were saying.

Taehyung's headache is so bad when the other finishes that he can't even process those last couple of sentences, but he remembers, he remembers it so vividly, and maybe the missing images attacking his weak mind are what's causing all the pain.

Everything seems to make sense.

It's been part of his nightmares for so long, that suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe when he is actually breathing too fast, his heart beating faster than ever, hands trembling, the headache killing him until the point being dead would be better.

—I love you, that's why I tried to keep you on a safe place, that's why I blocked your memories and used my invention on you, I just wanted happiness, for you, for me, for both of us.

—...You... Blocked my memories?—the silver haired is able to mutter.

The pain disappearing slowly leaving a freezing sensation on the back of his head, now he can finally breath.

—I had to.

Is a short response, somehow sharp and curt, thus why Taehyung starts overthinking, starts wondering, starts creating on his little mind a whole lot of possibilities therefore a whole lot of doubts and new questions, trust fading away of his dull eyes.

—And... so could you...create them too... right?

Silence takes over the cold atmosphere with this last sentence.

Nobody dares to speak anymore, there's not really much to say when there's no one who wants to believe in empty words, when trust is forgotten, it's just both of them, Taehyung's blank hazelnut eyes looking into Jungkook's deep black orbs.

—Yes—ends up answering the youngest sternly—I could do that, however, you have to know I didn't—he emphasizes—it would have been of no use since I had already taken up all the blame, would it really matter who you thought was the real killer?

The boy keeps his silence, no reply is heard from him an that's frustrating for Jungkook, time is almost up and he needs to be sure Taehyung trust him entirely, is it everything over so soon? Is their something turning into nothing so easily?

—Look, I loved you then and I love you now, I'm working with someone and this person will help us escape but I need to know you want this, I need to now you fully trust me.

But the cold keeps Taehyung's lips sewn together as his thoughts turn into foggy illusions, he would have never even thought about a situation where he couldn't trust the younger, his Jungkook, the love of his life.

Not until now.

And once again the same question appears in his head: "Would he prefer being caught in a beautiful lie or live on a painful reality?"

His answer flows nonchalant despite being utterly confused, and as he steps outside the freezing air only makes him aware of how real the situation is.

Maybe he made the wrong choice... maybe...

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I know you guys probably don't care but I'll tell you what I've been up to, also this fanfic only have like 2-3 chapter left, I'm sad ;-;
I've been very busy this  week so sorry for the long wait, I'm into a kind of P101 like competition on instagram and I've been preparing the weakly song (this week is DNA) and our cover dance group finally debuted on our first competition, yaaayy, I would love to leave a video below but I can't ;-; we did Miss A's "Hush" and I took Suzy's part, haha, (I wanted to be Fei tbh) either way it was really fun taking out the panic attack I had on the middle of the street because I was on a situation where I HAD to be sociable with a big group of strangers that were friends... haha... that was pretty fun, I'm really awkward irl, not if it's just one person (actually yes) but I'm less awkward if the people I know surpasses the number of people I don't know (?) so yeah, that happened and I was really sorry to my dance mates since they had to deal with me but I was also really thankful because they never and I say NEVER blamed me, they were super supportive and I love them for that.

MOON MYSTERY 🌙 IS THE BEST!