Blood Brothers

9 | CRUEL

We walk along the shoreline, his hand never leaving mine while he takes an important call from Yoongi. While he talked, I took in the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand. You couldn't hear them at all when they formed or when they were on their way, but when they hit, they were the loudest. It often reminded me of life in a way; you never see the bad things coming, but when they come, disaster ensues.

"Alright, alright. I'll be back in a few days," he says. "Make sure you find out everything you can, I'll take care of him when I return."

Take care of whom?

He turns off his phone and slides it into his pocket, then looking down at me. "When Jungkook and I were young, our father used to take us to the beach every year."

Jungkook never spoke of his family, but he spoke of Taehyung often. He wasn't exactly proud of his family and what they did, we both related on that. But for Jungkook, Taehyung was the only reason his life wasn't in shambles- and it ended up being the reason it is.

"Yeah, our father was an asshole but he occasionally had his moments," he went on.

I unlink my hand from his after realizing what I was doing. I was disgusted with how often I let such small matters slip- I wasn't even sure if it was intentional or not.

Despite my sudden aggression, he still continued to talk as we came to a halt. "We'd camp on the beach the last night, it was like a little tradition we had."

Taehyung then bends over to pick up a rock, playfully tossing it into the air and catching it. "One day we decided to sneak out and go on a little adventure."

"We went into the jungle with only a backpack filled with magazines, a flashlight, and a pocket knife. We walked around for thirty minutes before we figured out that we were lost," a smile then flickers across his face. He averts my gaze and turns to face the ocean. "Jungkook starts crying the whole time afterwards."

My heart ached as I remembered his tears. I felt drowned in misery once more. The pain felt deeper than any ocean, vast than any sea, and stronger than any current.

"As if things couldn't get any worse, he gets himself bit by a snake-"

"Stop," I tell him. My throat began to tighten up as I held back the tears, even speaking was difficult. "I don't want to hear about him, especially from you," I manage to get out through a broken voice. "I hate the fact that you speak of him so casually as if you have no remorse for what you did."

His lips that were once a smile immediately forms into a frown, more befitting him. "It's always what I did, what about what you did?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "I didn't do anything."

"I only had his power taken away, but you- you nearly had his life taken away," he says. "If anything, I should be the one to hate you, not the other way around."

I had never thought of it that way. Everything he said made sense; Taehyung stripped Jungkook of everything he was and everything he had, but my family almost stripped him of his life. It was all because of me that he's at where he is now. And it kills me even more.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed before walking off, trying to run away from the truth.

Taehyung roughly grabs me by my wrist and when I try to yank it away, he throws me in the sand and hovers on top of me. I cough as my back makes contact with the ground and attempt to push him off but he didn't bulge one single bit. I was stupid to think that I'd be able to do so, but I'd be even more stupid if I didn't at least try.

I cringe as the hot sand sinks into my every crevice.

His eyes go dark as they look down at me. "Don't walk away from me when I'm not done talking to you." That sinister part of him overtook him entirely, engulfing every rational thought.

"Taehyung, you're hurting me," I cry out as his weight became too heavy for me to bear.

He shoves my legs apart with his knee and uses it to support his weight along with his hands on either side of me. "But when you hurt me, do you even care?"

"Do you care that you hurt me?" I ask him. "Because if you did, you wouldn't do the things you do."

He punches the sand, sending it flying in my face. I cough as a few grains get lodged in my throat.

"It's impossible with you," he says. He looked as if he'd finally given up, as if he lost all sense of hope with me. Maybe now he'd let me go knowing he could never win me over.

Taehyung gets to his feet and walks to the horse, mounting it and taking off without me. I rush to my feet and watches as he leaves, unable to make a single sound due to my aching throat. My heart now beat uncontrollably to the point where I could feel it in my throat. My knees gave out and I fell to the ground in tears.

Why was he like this? Why was he so cruel?

I sat there and cried until I couldn't, hoping that he'd come back for me but he never did.

I took out my cellphone and called Yoongi.

"Hello?" He answers after a few rings.

"Yoongi," I cry out, barely making out his name through heavy breaths.

"What's wrong?" He was quick to ask.

I look around me, my head spinning as the isolation suffocates me. "Taehyung just left me in the middle of the beach, and the walk is like an entire hour away!" I tell him. "He's gone fucking crazy!"

"Calm down, easy breaths. Is there anyone that could bring you back?" He asks. "If not then I'll try to talk to him for you."

"Fuck him, I'm done with his shit," I tell Yoongi. "You can tell Taehyung to fuck off."

I shut off my phone and toss it in my bag. My eyes settle on the envelope, now realizing that I had the chance to finally do some searching since Taehyung wasn't around. It now seemed as though luck was on my side with the turn of events.

I grab the envelope and open it only to find it empty.

"What.

The.

Fuck."

My heart practically dropped to my feet as I frantically rummage through my bag, hoping that it'd be in there somewhere. But to no avail, it was certainly gone.

And I knew exactly what happened.