Sequel to That One Summer
13 year old Jungkook and 15 year old Taehyung are together lost.
Taehyung lost from the meaning of love and Jungkook lost in his cobwebs of twisted thoughts. The full spindle of lies and confusion.
Both are lost, from findi...
A/n: Ummmm it's been so long huh. This is like the shortest chapter I've ever written
Taehyung's POV
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I was left here to think.
Think about what was happening.
Where it went wrong.
Sitting here, I didn't know how the fuck to feel. The nurse rushed me out of Jin's hospital room, and I just sat here waiting. Useless like always.
These people in white all came speeding by, machines and gadgets dangling from their white rubber grips.
All I could do was watch.
I hated this. I hated how I was.
My cheeks were stained with the color of my tears. Dry and unwelcome, it painted my skin.
For awhile now it seems to be the only thing I've been doing is crying.
Crying over the past, present and fucking future.
The area around me was such an organized mess, and I just wanted to stop this weird paradox.
Why was it always like this.
How tainted is my soul for my faith to be like this.
Every, single, second of my life.
Has been a compete fuck up.
Nothing has ever gone right with me.
And I don't know how to fix that.
I don't even think I can.
Jin's door swings open, and it catches my tired attention.
A familiar boy rushes in. Tall, short hair, round face, and when he smiles like in the picture; dimples appear.
"Jin!" He screams, his voice full of agony and relief and worry.
I peak my head in, to see what expression would take Jin's pale and exhausted face.
It left me dumbfounded.
Such a pleasant smile in an unpleasant situation. He looked only at him, deep into his eyes, and he held that smile firm.
It looked forced but it was forced only to look strong. To look the opposite of feeble and frail.
There was happiness in it; gratitude and delight. That's what was real, and I know.
Every time he talks about namjoon, there's a pleasant smile.
It always got me wondering
How does my face looks like when I think about Jimin? What expression do I make?
After everything that has happened, what is my feeling for him?
Namjoon body loosens from the smiles, and my eyes follow how he moves to lean closer. But after the door closes me out to give them the privacy they need, i slump back down, I retreat back into my head.
Back into the dark and clueless state that I was left to bear alone.
Coronary artery disease.
Such a complicated term for your heart having problems.
Jin thinks he'll die from it. The doctors think he'll die from it. Research says he'll die from it.
Yet I don't know how to feel.
Like before I sit outside his room,
My head hung low.
I didn't know anymore. Everything always gets taken from me.
Everyone always leaves me.
I was left here to think. But I didn't want to think anymore.
"Hyung," a recognizable monotonous voice called for me, but I didn't even have the energy to raise my head.
She hovered, probably observing me, but I couldn't care how I looked. If I looked broken, angry, depressed or crazy.
