Alone (Taekook) ✅

One

Taehyung's POV

"Hello?" I said groggily, sitting up from my bed and rubbing my eyes.

"Tae." My eyes opened and I rolled right off the bed in surprise, yelping in pain as my back hit the hardwood floor. "Are you okay?"

"Why are you calling?" I groaned out.

"Glad to see you're doing well..."

"Well you can't exactly see me so..." There was silence before he laughed on the other end. "But seriously, Baekhyun hyung, why did you call me?"

"Oh. I just...wanted to see how you were doing." I nodded, but he couldn't see.

"It's been five months. You could've called."

"I'm calling now! I wanna see you, kiddo. I miss you." I sighed and walked over to my dresser, opening the top drawer.

"I miss you, too, hyung. But you're on your world tour right now. When are you gonna--"

"I talked my manager into letting us do a kind of homecoming concert. We're coming next week. I want to see you. See how you're doing."

"I see. So you're just on suicide watch, then."

"No, it's not like that, Tae. You know that."

"Sure." I said flatly. "Well, it was nice talking to you, bye."

"Tae, wait--" I hung up and threw the phone away, sighing. I dug through the drawer I had opened earlier and dug out three bottles.

Painkiller.

Anti-depressant.

Painkiller.

I let a little smile adorned my face as I opened the bottles and took what I was supposed to. Afterwards, I headed to the bathroom, showered, and got ready for the day.

Then, I headed to work. I walked inside the large office building and sat at my tan colored desk, turning on my computer and started entering data.

This was my life.

Wake up.

Take my meds.

Go to work.

Type in data for eight hours.

Head home.

Eat ramen.

Sleep.

Repeat.

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I don't know why I was here. Why am I here? I sighed and pushed my sunglasses higher onto my face, waiting by my car as screaming girls flocked around the airport.

As the screaming got louder, I spotted Baekhyun and some others walking towards me. I waved and when he spotted me, he smiled and waved back.

He walked over to me and gave me a hug. I hesitantly returned it to him. "Hey, kiddo."

"Hyung." I said in a stiff voice. He sighed and shook his head before turning to the others.

"I'm going with Tae. I'll meet up with you guys later. Introduce you." The others nodded and Baekhyun got into the car with me. "So..." He began, once I'd driven off.

"So..."

"How are you?"

"The same as ever."

"Taehyung."

"I'm fine, hyung."

"You're not fine. You didn't even smile today. You always at least offer me a smile."

"I don't need to smile all of the time, hyung. Sometimes people don't smile 24/7."

"Tae--"

"Just say it." I snapped. I pulled over and stared at him. "Just tell me to get over it, get over him, to move on with my life. Just say it, I know you want to."

"Just because I want to, doesn't mean I will. I know it isn't that easy, Taehyung."

"Then why come back here?"

"You know why!" He suddenly snapped. "You don't know how hard it is for me every damn time I get a phone call telling me you're in the hospital. How every time I call you, you sound more and more dead. How you suffer just because of him!"

"He ruined my life!" I shouted, but stopped when my voice cracked. I fell silent and glared st Baekhyun.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to get over him, I want you to get better. That's all I want."

"I can't just get better. Do you know how hard my life is? How goddamn tired I am? I have nothing to live for. I'm just a shell, walking around, going through the motions of life. I can't function without thousands of dollars worth of drugs pumping through me everyday. I can't go a day without remembering why I can't be traveling the world with you, smiling, dancing, singing. I have to remind myself everyday not to push myself too hard. Not to speak too loud, too much--"

"I know." He said, cutting me off. "God I know. I see it everytime I see you. And I hate it. The fact that you're like this, but you don't try to improve. To do anything--"

"My family and my dreams were all killed because of him. I have nothing. Nothing. So before you go on to say how I should try and how I should give life a chance, you should know that I already have. And I have nothing left to give."

Baekhyun fell silent. I sighed and started to drive again, reaching the small little apartment I called home.

We entered and I threw my coat on the couch, walking to my room and slamming the door shut. Call me dramatic, but I couldn't stand to sit through another one of his lectures about how I needed to try.

I was done trying.

Done giving two shits.

And it was all one person's fault.

That damn smile I couldn't get out of my head.

Those beautiful doe eyes.

That sly smirk he'd wear when he did something he wasn't supposed to.

Those strong arms that lifted me and spun me around.

Those words that made me feel special.

The one who left me after I had nothing left.

Who left me broken and dead inside.

Jeon.

Jungkook.