One Week

Day Seven

"Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." - (Romeo And Juliet, Act II, Scene II). W. Shakespeare

After a long day in a boring office, doing boring work for a boring boss, I was running red lights to get home to him. I wanted to be with him desperately. I shouldn't even be working on the weekend. It's Saturday - I should have spent all day today with him. I promised him before I left that I would spend all day tomorrow with him. I was excited to do that. I plan to take him back to the place we first met - a little park on the eastern side of the city.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx~Three years earlier

Why am I here?

To get away from him. Of course that idiot had to break my heart. Like every good romance book, someone had to get hurt. But don't they usually end with happy endings, instead of one like myself catching the other with a different lover? If that's the case, where the hell is my happy ending?

Looking up, I noticed a large fountain in the middle of the park, surrounded by empty benches, setting on a large circle of stone. It was running smoothly, the water cascading down three steps into the huge gray bowl. But the thing I noticed the most was the boy perched on it's edge, staring into the water as it ran over his outstretched hand. His auburn hair shone brightly in the sun, pale skin nearly blinding me as the rays bounced off of it, but I enjoyed watching him.

Slowly I walked toward him, completely entranced and curious. Suddenly he looked up at me, his large chocolate moons immediately making me fall as I explored them, only to discover a universe I'm welcoming getting lost in. I was gradually falling in love as my eyes wandered across his features - down to his perfect lips, the upper appendage distinctly thinner than the one beneath it.

Wandering lower, I observed the way his neck curved wonderfully, made for my hands to curl around it to pull him closer, to kiss those lips. I couldn't even describe how beautiful he was, and I could tell I was already falling for him. He hasn't even spoken a word yet, Taehyung. Control yourself. "Hello," he said, his voice quiet and hesitant.

Oh, dear God.

He's mine already.

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Nearly tripping as I ran up the three stairs to the front door, I quickly unlocked it and stepped inside, the perfect temperature of air rushing past me and unfortunately out the door before I shut it. "Jungkookie," I sang. Waiting an entire minute, I grew concerned when I didn't get a response. "Jungkook?" Setting my bag down and sliding my coat off my shoulders, I hung it on the rack beside the door before pacing toward the bedroom.

Peeking through the door frame, the brunet was nowhere to be seen, so I walked to the guest room. Still, no Jungkook. Turning, I panicked, running downstairs and into the basement where he likes to watch movies since the sound system was best down there. Still, no Jungkook.

Fuck.

Spinning back around, I rushed up the stairs again, wandering all over the house, searching desperately for him and calling his name. "Kookie, this isn't funny, come out!" Worry increasing to the point I was going insane from it, I slowly walked up to the bathroom door - the last place I would be checking before calling the police. Hesitantly, I opened the door, and realised that the light was on.

Throwing it open, I smiled, anticipating hearing his giggle, followed by an innocent and cheery "You found me, oppa!" Instead, I saw a sight that horrified me - one that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

The floor was wet, rugs soaked as water ran over the edge of the tub, the spout itself submerged. What I noticed next threw me into despair, and I started sobbing and wailing. Wet, dark brown hair was floating peacefully just under the surface of the water. Shaking, I stepped closer, instantly regretting doing so. I only broke down more as I discovered more of my precious Jungkook underneath the water, his eyes closed, skin paler than usual, discolored an unnatural green shade.

He was nude, of course, long arms wrapped loosely around his favorite bunny plushie. What terrorized me was the soft smile on his lips, as if he were happy wherever he was. At least he's happy. "Kookie..." I whimpered out while I reached into the water, lifting his head and shoulders up out of the water, I cried even harder, screaming as I pulled his limp upper body against my chest. "You promised you wouldn't leave me, Jungkook! You promised! You promised!"

Sniffling, I slowly rocked him back and forth in my arms, his own still cuddling the soggy plushie. "Why? Why?" I repeated my desperate question over and over, although deep in my mind, I knew I'd never get an answer. "You... you promised..." Resting my head on his frozen shoulder, it slowly sunk in that he was... he's...

Dead.