Alone (Taekook) ✅

Three

"W-wha..." I was at a loss for words. I simply stared at him like a deer caught in some headlights, about to be run over by the approaching vehicle.

"Hey, Tae." He said a little sheepishly.

For some reason that really pissed me off. Like, really badly.

"Hey?" I asked in a low tone. I shook my head and blinked away the tears that wanted to be shed. "That's all you have to say to me? Hey?"

I marched right up to him, ignoring the throbbing in my knee from using too much force and slapped him right across the face. He blinked in shock as my breath hitched.

I felt tears streaming down my face as I stepped away from him. "You bitch." I hissed. "How dare you show your face to me."

"What the fuck crawled up your ass?" He growled.

"So now you're going to blame me? Why are you here, Jeon."

"I wanted to see you. I see you've been doing well."

"Doing well. Doing well? Do you have any idea what my life has been like? No, I can obviously see you don't. And look at you, all dressed in expensive brands and looking all posh and confident. Doesn't look like you regret leaving much." I spat, in disgust. "I hate you."

"You don't mean that." He said, his face growing hard, his tone going low.

"You sure? Because I'm pretty confident that I do. I fucking hate you.

I.

Hate.

You." Faster than I could see, he charged me and pushed me against a wall. I gasped and then winced in pain as his leg crashed into my knee.

"I left so that you could chase your dreams, babe. You should be grateful."

"Grateful. Jeon Jungkook, you left me when I needed you the most."

"I would've dragged you into my lifestyle. You wouldn't have been able to tour the world, debut as an idol."

"I didn't get to do that anyway!" I shouted, but instantly regretted it as my throat started to burn.

"What do you mean? You just performed, everyone knew your name."

"They were there to see EXO. I didn't debut. I never got to."

"What the hell do you mean? You were the best trainee they had."

"Up until I got my throat slit and my knee shot." I said, laughing a little. As if it were funny.

"Excuse me?" I sighed and pushed him off of me gently, grabbed the neckline of my turtle neck and pushing it down.

There on proud display was the scar. A clean, white line that ran along the expanse of my throat. "Not enough to kill. Just enough to damage. I'm lucky I can still talk. I'm not allowed to sing often, and my knee is completely ruined, so I can no longer dance."

"When?"

"The day you decided to pack up and abandon me. The day before I was supposed to debut. Chasing my dreams? Traveling the world on tour? I never got to experience that. I lost everything." I looked away from him. "You just left me. I had nowhere to go. Your little gang decided that I was a burden to you and murdered my family. I lived in the streets for two years before I could afford a shitty little apartment.

"I live off of anti-depressants and pain killers. I only eat ramen and I have no friends. My dream job? Yeah, right. I type in data into a computer every single fucking day."

He was struck speechless. I slowly looked at him in the eyes, feeling nothing hut hate towards him. "And the worst part about it is that you left. You weren't there for me. You abandoned me."

"Tae, I--"

"No, I don't want to hear your shitty excuses. Don't come near me, again."

"Kim Taehyung you will stop." He ordered as I turned and started to walk away.

"Fuck off." But suddenly, there was a huge man blocking my way. I stumbled back and fell, hissing as I bent my knee too much.

A pair of hands wrapped around my waist and helped me up. I spun around and backed away from Jungkook, limping more than usual.

"What do you want? Do you wish to ruin my life more than you already have?"

"I didn't know." He whispered.

"Of course you didn't." I scoffed. "You were too busy living the life of luxury. Climbing the ranks of your so called gang. You didn't know because you didn't want to."

"That's not--"

"I don't want to here it. I'm done. Don't show yourself to me again, I don't want to see your face."

I turned and stalked off, this time being allowed to do so. I left him behind, standing dumbfounded behind me, holding in the years of tears and screams until I got home.

Which was when I let it all go.