dewdrops// taekook

Chapter 2

The rub of the plush violet colored carpet that perfectly matched with the purple walls with violet designs carved on them, against Jungkook's bare feet successfully managed to raise his body hairs in anxiety.

With trembling, clammy hands he advanced towards his lover, fretful that the older would be infuriated from what he was gonna tell him.

He didn't want to do it. His will of burying his thoughts deep under the earth's was getting stronger every second as he knew what'd be the older's reaction and needless to say, he was afraid of it.

Afraid that the older would abandon him after hearing about the events he's been experiencing.

But his mind thought otherwise.

He knew he had to tell the other everything. Every bit till the core of it.

So, he parted his lips to speak, but only a heavy sigh could make out of his out.

"I've been getting nightmares." He bailed out.

"What? Baby, are you... are you okay? Like really okay? Is it because of your father? Tell me, baby!" Taehyung asked careful to not bash the younger.

"No Tae! That's not what they're about. Th-they're strange! Strange voices, but still familiar, as if...as if they're trying to speak to me, to tell me something. I don't even know anymore Tae." He shut his eyes, exasperated with how everything that was going on with him and around him.

As much it twisted Taehyung's gut to hear such words coming out of his lover's mouth, he couldn't bring himself to get repulsed.

Pulling him on his lap, he started rubbing the younger's strained muscles, his hand gliding from his back to his shoulders.

"It's alright baby! I understand. I'm glad you told me." He whispered as to not scare the younger, even though he  himself was terrified.

"Never, I reapeat, never hide anything from me, okay! You know I'll always be with you, right?" He spoke with a  stern expression that immediately softened when he felt the younger nod in his chest.

"Now baby! Tell me, what exactly you dreamt about? What spoke to you? How much did you hear?" He asked, his voice now turned stern, eyes beheld a serious exression.

"I don't know Tae!  I couldn't really make much out of it. They were muffled, the voices. But I'm sure of one thing, Tae! Those sounds weren't pleasant. They were anything but that. They seemed like cries, strained, shrill and croaky. As if...as if they'd suffered too much, as if they'd been through a lot." He feaned.

"Hmm. Don't worry babe! We'll figure something out. I know we will." He said and kissed the younger's forehead.

"For now, let's just sleep, yeah? I'm sure you're tired from all the photoshoot. Tomorrow morning, we'll  visit my friend, Ross. I'm sure he'd be able to help you." He tapped the younger's back, signalling him to go lay on their shared bed.

"Alright, then! Let's sleep." He stood  up and advanced towards their king-sized bed. The rich turquoise-colored silk sheets lulling him to sleep.

Meanwhile, Taehyung went towards the black door, into the bathroom to take a shower.

His muscles that he didn't know were so tight from the work and his 'talk' with Jungkook began to relax. He felt the nods being untangled and washing away with the water. Oh, how much he wished his worries could wash away like that too.

But it didn't happen. He couldn't forget his lover's words.

Jungkook's words danced in his head like reminders, reminding him that his baby was not alright. He was suffering. The thought of his Jungkook being in pain, pained him to the cells.