Hostage Wreck. bts ||Book 3 ✓

9. "No hard feelings."

Taehyung's POV
A week later...

I came home from work and enter into the house. My home... My empty home.

"Hey man," Hoseok stands up from the couch upon seeing me with me. "Not much activity with Namjoon. I've noticed he has a high case of insomnia but it's nothing too serious,"

"Yes, thanks," I smile sadly.

"Alright," he smiles and taps my shoulder. "See you tomorrow, bye,"

"Mhm," I nod and follow him to the door closing it. I let out a sigh. Hoseok has been the only source of light when it comes to conversations. I still feel so lonely.

No souls roaming around at this hour of my arrival. I lock the door walking to the dining hall. As always the food is on the table looking delicious and fresh. But missing something... someone.

It's been a week since I've last seen Andrea. A week since my heart broke and shattered completely.

I rub my face walking to the the cabinet of drinks. I take out the whiskey clearing my throat. I get back to the table taking a seat and eating my food. Food made by my beautiful wife who still cares if I eat.

I bite my lip shaking my head. I hate that I'm feeling this way. Not being able to see Andrea or Taedae is crushing me. Especially knowing that she's somewhere in this house and hiding away from me because of what I did. I can look for her but I think she doesn't want to be found for now.

I rub my face pouring the whiskey in the glass. I burn it down my throat in one go feeling a bitter taste. I pour another fill in my glass. I finish eating my food and the whole bottle of whiskey, still feeling sane.

How many bottles do I need to plug out my senses?

I put the empty plates back in the kitchen and washing them.

I sigh walking up the stairs to my room. I'm about to open the door to Taedae's room wanting to check on him but then I realise that he's with Andrea.

I enter our room that is now cleaned up. I had to clean it and make it more appealing compared to the destruction of our last time together. I still can't believe I hit her. The feeling of her soft cheek burns through my hand.

I change into my matching Gucci sweatpants and hoodie. I take my car keys heading downstairs. I switch off all the lights closing the door as I go out.

To where? I don't know. I just need to breathe in a different air.

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I sigh upon seeing the house still dark. Sometimes I wish that as I come this late, she's somewhere in the kitchen maybe catching a late night snack or hearing her laugh with Taedae.. I messed up really bad this time.

I walk in the house locking the door. Instead of going upstairs my feet lead me to the direction of a particular door. I never thought that I would ever want to see him. But right now, I need him more then ever.

My brother.

I knock lightly on his door, hoping and praying that he's still awake. I push the handle down opening the door further. He sits on his wheelchair facing the window watching the outside.

I clear my throat as he turns around meeting my scared gaze. "H-hey," I stutter looking away.

I fidget as I'm standing, looking around his room not paying attention to his gaze that feels like hell. It was a bad idea coming here. I shake my head wanting to go out but he surprises me when he speaks.