hostage (jjk+kth)

Chapter Thirty Three

Jungkook Focus

I turned the cold water off and immediately, felt warmer. I shook my head and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself with my towel and changed into some pajamas, then walked over to the sink. What has this boy done to me? I wondered, placing my hands on the counter and leaning into it. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was wet and dripping onto my face. I had sharp features and dark brown eyes. I had a sad expression.

Despite telling Taehyung how I felt, I still didn't feel whole. Maybe Taehyung didn't love me back. It didn't seem like he felt the same. He looked more scared than in love. I didn't want to force anything on him, but I also really wanted him to love me. If this entire relationship was one-sided to start with, wouldn't it end that way?

I opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorframe to look at Taehyung. No. I thought. I won't let it end one-sided. I have to make him love me back. And I will. I looked at Taehyung's features, pale but shiny under my bedroom light. His skin looked so smooth. I wanted to go and kiss it. To feel the soft skin under my lips. I wanted to make marks on him no one else would ever dream of making, but I knew that Taehyung wouldn't be able to handle that. Not yet. I couldn't do that to him.

"I love you." I whispered. "I really do. Do you love me?" I remembered that Taehyung kissed me first on the forehead when I confessed, but I felt like that was probably more of a test of bravery than actual love. Who knew? Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. I knew I wasn't going to feel complete until he said those words back.

Flashback

"I think it's time for you to go." Came Jin's voice. "It sounds like you're crying again."

Taehyung looked at me and I nodded my agreement. He pouted, but my answer didn't change. Taehyung looked back at the door with his teary eyes and spoke. "O-Okay." He said shortly, his crying making it impossible to say more. He was crying silent tears, but anyone could tell when he spoke that he was crying.

"I will see you tomorrow if I live that long," Jin said warmly. Taehyung nodded, even if Jin couldn't see. "Come one," I whispered, standing up and brushing my jeans off. Taehyung looked at me with pleading eyes, wanting to stay longer. I shook my head. "Let's go." Was my final response, quiet enough so Jin wouldn't know I was there.

I held my hand out and Taehyung took it hesitantly. I pulled him up to a standing position. Then wrapped my arms around him in a hug. "It's okay," I said. I picked him up from underneath his legs and carried him all the way down the hallway to my elevator. As soon as the doors closed behind us, Taehyung's quiet sobs became audible.

"Sshhh." I shushed quietly. "Let it all out," I said. Taehyung shut his eyes tight and punched my chest as hard as he could, which at the moment, was not very painful. "It's your fault!" He yelled. "Jin is going to die in there and you won't let him out!" I held Tae tighter as he punched, and punched. I said nothing, just waiting for all his problems to come out.

"Why won't you let him out!?" Taehyung shouted. I shut my own eyes, regretting ever putting Jin in that cell in the first place. "It's not that I won't, Tae. I can't." I said without feeling. "We get rid of the keys to those kinds of cells."

"Then break down the damn door!"

"Shh, don't curse at me Tae. If we even could break down a metal door like that with what little space is in that hallway, we would hurt Jin."

"Pick the lock!"

"That door is so old, we don't have the right type of lock picks. It's so old it uses an actual key. The keys are completely rusted and hard to use, so we just throw them away after locking up a prisoner we won't need anymore."