Our Lost Minds [Taekook] ✓

[Part 13]

It was just like in the beginning. He asked me questions when he thought it was necessary and I gave him silent treatment. We had almost normal kidnapper-hostage relationship.

But when he came down with a black tuxedo, his hair skillfully slicked back and two trays of food in his hands, I couldn't really stay quiet anymore.

"Why do you look like that?" I asked, giving him a death glare.

"There is a meeting I have to attend," he explained without further details.

"A meeting. Looking like this," I mumbled under my nose, because I had already said too much words compared to what I had planed (none, to be exact.)

"It's gonna be held during the party, 10 year anniversary of a big company," he blessed me with knowledge briefly and went back upstairs without anything else. Just like that.

And at first, paranoia clouded my mind. What if Kook will never come back? I didn't know how and why, but he never left the house. Somehow he always had enough food, enough of everything I asked for, even if he spent all of his time besides me, not leaving the house even once. It was a first, that's why it probably was thousand times scarier than it should had been. The only thought that rummaged through my mind was that Jungkook might not come back and I will rot in this basement alive.

But after hours of sitting in the same spot and thinking about the worst case scenarios, finally a bright, good idea came to my mind. Not really an idea, but, well, a sensible thought.

I was the one who locked the door with a lock. Jungkook never locked doorlock though.

I skeptically brought out a key and went towards the door. It couldn't be, right? Jungkook wasn't that dumb.

Yet, when I took off the lock, the door smoothly opened.

I hesitated for about a second, because I was already too tired of everything. Yes, I knew I loved Kook, but what did love mean if we weren't happy? It was pretty much the same as carrying candies with you when you're diabetic. You have them, they're not necessarily a bad thing, but you shouldn't really eat them either.

So I quickly placed my feet up the stairs and soon enough I was in the house. It was late and lights were turned off everywhere, but since it was already summer, some daylight managed to creep in though the curtains. I slowly went towards where I knew the door was, unlocked all the locks and placed my hand on a door handle.

It was it.

One step to the freedom.

And I didn't hesitate to take it.

There were no words to describe how I felt when the gush of wind wrapped around me, when the smell of a freshly cut grass filled my lungs, when my bare feet collided with a cold asphalt.

Did I wait?

Hell no.

I didn't care that my feet were bare. I didn't care that I was wearing only an over-sized blue button up shirt mismatched with black pants spotted with yellow dots. Nor that I truly, really, loved Jungkook.

I wanted my freedom and, honestly, how this relationship would had been going to work out even if I weren't confined in a basement? We were both males.  Brothers, on top of that. It was destined to end anyway.

So I run and run, even if my feet hurt, even if the windy weather pierced my skin with cold, even if my heart longed to go back and wait for Jungkook.

I was finally free.