cryptic [taekook]

eleventh

"my love..." whispers jungkook.

the other looks up at him. hair almost covers his eyes from view, and jungkook's heart skips a beat.

"my sweet raven," he whispers in reply. "what happened to your lovely midnight hair?"

"i...tae..." tears are falling, hitting the floor and rolling down jungkook's rosy cheeks. a gust of wind blows through the door, delivering a chill and eerie feeling upon its' dying whisper.

"...do you...remember... what happened to you?"

taehyung's eyes are dark, not with rage and bloodlust, but pain. unimaginable, heart wrenching pain. "of course. how can i forget jimin burying me alive?"

jungkook covers his mouth, he pushes the vomit down his throat and refuses to let it exit his mouth.

"...and how can i forget..." he shuffles forth with an outstretched hand, and jungkook can't move, he can't think, he can't breathe, all he can do is exist.

"...my love, stabbing me in the side with a broken bottle of wine i bought for the two of us?" a lone tear travels down taehyung's cheek, but his voice is empty.

"how can i forget my sweet raven flying from my side?"