speak. （jenyong）

Chapter Six

TAEYONG

      HE BIT HIS lower lip, glancing over to Jennie's phone. It didn't have any lock and he thinks that she's stupid enough to provide nothing, but he later on thought that she has nothing to be kept from other people. She's always been shameless, and even with her disability, he doubts that it's a hindrance for her to be the same.

Thinking twice, he thought he should unlock her from her room before his mom gets home. He wanted her to regret coming here. This shouldn't have happened in the first place! Them, living under the same roof together? Hell. He brushed his hair back with his hand and sighed, grabbing the phone from his beside.

He checked her photos. It was disappointing for him to see so few of her pictures, he couldn't deny that she's gotten prettier— But a pretty face isn't enough for the grudge to fade away. He scrolled more, and stopped when he saw pictures of her and her friends. There was a hint of jealousy blossoming from the pits of his being and he bagan to hate himself for that.

Hoping to shrug the foolish prickle off, he switched to a different app. Taeyong immediately saw Jimin's contact as her recent textmate. The evil smile on his lips vanished as soon as he realized the bond that the two had built was very similar as to how they formed their friendship when they when they were younger.

Hence, the bitter feeling of envy just grew more.

Taeyong took a deep breath after seeing Jaehyun's contact number exactly below Jimin's last text message. Curiosity was quick to build up from his core and it caused him to read Jennie's last message with an aching heart.

[ It's fine, Jaehyun. But really, even if I find out who was behind the abduction, it wouldn't change anything. Things won't go back to the way it was before. ]

Taeyong frowned, his heart was suffering from remorse but he continued to read more.

[ I think my parents know who was behind the abduction. ]

[ How? ]

[ I can't say it here. My phone's most likely traced. ]

The next message Jaehyun sent compelled Taeyong's eyes to widen out of horror, he felt a literal lump in his throat when he read every single word with caution.

[ Jennie, what if it was someone very close to you and Taeyong? ]

That was the last straw. His mind was already all over the place and he couldn't take it anymore. He switched the phone off, carelessly tossing it over to bed's surface right after. He wearily marched his way to the bathroom, feeling his whole being quiver out of nowhere.

Resting his hands on both sides of the counter-sink, he looked at himself in the mirror. Taeyong stared at the orbs his own eyes hold, he grew terrified. He couldn't recognize himself. The specks that once reflected the moonlight were long gone, they now look like empty balls of darkness. In just a span of seconds, he felt an overwhealming sense of hatred.

He was staring at his own reflection, but he didn't know who he was anymore.

Taeyong knew he had to set his mind somewhere else before he could turn into a complete stranger. He sets his attention onto his shaking hands that still gripped on the sides of the sink as if his life depended on it. The blood rushing in his very veins boiled with the toxic components of despair, anger and hate, and his whole being couldn't handle it any longer.