weird... [vkook]

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Perhaps the sudden heaviness of Taehyung's limp body was what startled Jungkook out of his starving phase, needless to say he was in his best state now- physical state, not mental. He wasn't in pain anymore, fresh air whipped a wave of life on his face, cherry lips and wide open red eyes that darkened after the desire in them dimmed.

They even darkened more when he saw Taehyung's lifeless face, skin paler than Jungkook's can ever be, almost to be grey lips, soft locks of his brown hair covering his closed eyes. Jungkook panicked, his heart still in denial as he held Taehyung close to him and tried to feel any heartbeat.

There was nothing but thick silence, not a single breath escaped his lover, he was dead, it was over. But he refused to acknowledge it, tears started to flow on his cheeks as he hugged him tighter. "T-Taehyung..?" a shaky mumble rang as he caressed Taehyung's cold cheek that had his own tears falling on it. He proceeded to talk shakily, telling himself that taehyung is listening to him. "B-Baby, y-you're just a-a-asleep, ruh-right ?"

"w-wake up" He said louder, kissing his dearest's colorless lips, stopping a sob. "P-please wake uh-up T-Taehyungie, i-it isn't f-f-funny" the sparkle in his eyes faltered as he begged Taehyung's dead body to react to him, with anything, any single thing. It drove him insane that he was the one who caused this.

"WAKE UP!" He screamed, sobbing so hard the walls felt shaky around him, his heart fragmented too much it started bleeding of pain, throbbing in his chest, he knew he had missions to do now but he couldn't leave his lover, he couldn't believe he killed him, in a way or another.

"I BEG YOU! TAEHYUNG! DON'T LEAVE ME!" He hoped the nurses and doctors didn't hear anything, he doesn't want them to take Taehyung away from him, he wants to hug him forever, to die with him if it was possible. But he couldn't stop screaming, looking at his hands who felt bloody, shooting agonizing remorse into his soul as he cried harder, he never felt so languid before, now life was torturing him.

Nevertheless, he didn't let go of the brown haired boy though he fell on his knees, it was more than a few minutes that he didn't stop sobbing louder than the pain shaking him and turning him into a trembling mess. He was now caressing the hand smaller than his, his chest rising up and down in a desperate trial to grasp some air.

"You p-promised we'll t-travel t-to beautiful p-places a-and get married..." he muttered barely above a whisper, interlocking their fingers together, his other arm pulling the other covered of bruises closer, a tear falling on the soft fabric of his shirt." D-Don't b-break your p-promise" he demanded, biting on his lower lip, still admiring how stunning Taehyung was, he had to be alive.

He just can't be dead.

But he is.