||[ COMPLETED ]|| Who Are You? ||| Taehyung x Jungkook ||| Volume 1-5

XIV. Right?

The music video up there^^ the title and the chorus will be the main hing I want to tell everyone.

Get ready for tissues.

ON WITH THE STORY
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Jungkook's POV

H-huh...?

W-wait. I know I did wrong, but why can't I talk to him anymore?

I stood up when hyung was heading towards his room.

I reached for his oversized pullover and tugged it lightly which made Taehyung hyung stop walking.

I was about to say something when the pullover I was tugging disappeared.

I looked down on the floor to reflect on what I just said. As I recollected on everything that just happened a moment ago, i felt the brim of my eyes collect clear liquid and it flowed down on my cheeks

My legs felt weak and my arms became wobbly as they made way to my wet face. I fell on my knees and started to cry harder, but not covered my mouth to prevent any sobbing to come out.

I figured that Taehyung hyung would get more mad if he heard my annoying cries.

He looked at the floor as it blurs his vision and orbs of tears crash down on the floor while sniffles echoed through the hall.

"I-i'm sorry, hyung... I messed up... Again... I lost someone important to me... Again.. Why am I so dumb..? Wh-..." All my sobbings stopped when I heard the phone ring.

I quickly grabbed tissues and wiped my tears away and blew my nose, so I can speak clearly. I walked to the phone and slowly lifted it up, which automatically answered the phone.

As fast as I could go, I placed the phone on my right ear and murmured a soft "hello?"

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(person on the phone, Jungkook)

Hey, bastard. Care to explain why you weren't with us during lunch?

U-um... Hello..? May I know who I'm speaking with?

Huh? This is Jimin. Who are YOU?

Oh. Hi Jimin hyung. This is Jungkook. Sorry for answering instead.

Oh no! It's fine. How ar-

Thud

Hello?

Taehyung? What happened?

Oh. Nothing. I just took the phone away from Jungkook.

Taehyung.

What?

Why are you mad?

Huh?

You would always call Jungkook as Baby Bun. And why was there a thud?

I ain't mad, and what thu-
OH MY GOD.

WHAT. TAEHYUNG ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!

JIMIN. END THE CALL AND COME OVER WITH YOUR DAD. NOW

OKAY.

Beep

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Taehyung's POV - scene earlier

I went to my room when anger took over me. I even told my baby bun to not talk to me anymore. I know that what I did was wrong, and I know. I KNOW that Baby Bun knew the he was wrong for asking me that as well.

My rage took over my body as I went to open the door and shut it close. I leaned onto it and slid down while contemplating. I looked down on the floor while feeling guilty on what I just said and did.

I heard sobs down stairs and was soon muffled to make it more quiet. I knew that he didn't want to make me more angry with his sobs, but I will NEVER ever get mad about that.

I felt more guilty.
I felt a hollow in my heart.
I felt bad.
I felt like I needed to protect him.
I felt like I don't deserve him.

After a while of recollecting, I heard the phone ring, but I didnt't care for a moment until it was cut off.

I leaned my head on the door to listen to their conversation.

Hey, bastard. Care to explain why you weren't with us during lunch?

Shoot. It's Jimin...

U-um... Hello..? May I know who I'm speaking with?

Huh? This is Jimin. Who are YOU?

Don't you dare be rude to him. Let me teach you a lesson.

I went downstairs while staring at Jungkook. He didn't see me, but for some reason, the moment I saw him, rage came over me again as I remembered his question.

Oh. Hi Jimin hyung. This is Jungkook. Sorry for answering instead.

I snatched the phone away from his hands and pushed him quite harshly, but I thought that he would be fine.

Oh no! It's fine. How ar-

Thud

After that, we had quick conversation, but after hearing a sentence that confused me, I turned around to the so called 'thud' that happened, and what I saw was shocking enough to even kill a fly.

Baby Bun was on the floor.

His legs spread flat on the ground.

His right hand on top his face as if it were to block himself from the impact.

His left hand below his right shoulder with... B-blood a-and....

A sharp object through his shoulder blade and slanted a bit which went through his chest, inches near his heart, and a large scrape off of the bump on his neck.

This traumatized me.

My body shaking all over.

I didn't answer Jimin, but immediately requested for his father.

I bent down to my baby bun.

My wife.

I held his hand as he peacefully sleeps on the floor with a bloodbath.

His tear-stained cheeks.
His pale skin.
Colorless body.
Deep red stains on his white t-shirt.
Blood oozing out continuously.
Mouth agape.
A lifeless body.

This all came to my mind...

What is this?

Am I seeing this?

I'm dreaming...

Right?
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Hey..

-BTSturasheu