The actual king was drinking tea besides me. It would have been more incredulous if I hadn't been numbed by the events of the fast few weeks.
Joon was rubbing my back. I felt like I was hungover from the pain and maybe actual alcohol that I consumed to numb everything. Byul limited that, saying it would make me more dehydrated. So I ended up with a belly that literally splashed everytime I moved with all of the liquids I had consumed. All of this just added to the nausea that was compounding at present.
“I HAVE told you everything that you need to know,” Taehyung said, exasperatedly. At this point, I seriously had trouble understanding why he was withholding the memory. This discussion had gradually escalated over the morning. I just felt that this was the only puzzle piece that I was unaware of and with this vital information everything could fall into place. That somehow it could all be restored.
I sensed everyone tensing up around me, but I just could not let it go.“Just tell us everything, Taehyung,” Joon reasoned. “Maybe there is some information which you disregarded which might be helpful.”
“NO, I am sure there isn’t more.” This wasn’t helping.
Even Jimin was looking incredulously at Taehyung. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell,“ he said more to dissipate his anger than anything.
“That’s what I have been telling you all. Yes, I have seen that before. Yes, a very similar thing had happened 8 years ago.” But worse. “And no I do not want to tell any of you what exactly happened.” He looked at Jimin, just to make sure that he knew that he was included in this and did not want to talk about this even in private. “What she said that night was mostly true. You know everything anyway,” he concluded.
“I just want my memory back, Tae,” I pleaded.
“Why would I give it back?” He shot a dark glare at me, tilting his head questioningly.
I held his gaze just to make a point despite feeling very uncomfortable about it. “It’s not fair. You have all your memories back.”
“Don’t even pretend like you would have given it back.”
I sighed clutching my head. Joon just held me closer with one hand wrapped around my shoulder. What the fuck did I do that made him so reluctant? It wasn’t hard to join the dots but still it made me very uncomfortable about myself.
“I don’t even see why you are making a big deal about it,” Tae huffed, crossing his arms.
I let out a lackluster laugh. Really the same person who was yelling at me a few days ago saying that he had a right to own his past, just asked me what the big deal was.
The king, umm Yoongi, slid his cup towards me. I made sure that I was using the left hand.
I coughed as the bitter taste hit the back of my throat.
Everyone except the king looked at me questioningly. “Are you alright?” Joon asked.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I just did not expect straight vodka at 8 in the morning.”
Yoongi shrugged at the accusing gazes targeted at him. “I have been under a lot of stress lately.”
Jimin let out a giggle at that.
Yoongi looked up at him startled by the sudden sound. “I should know you,” he sighed
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Fanfiction"Why does everyone keep saying that? How isn't it me when I did it? I thought it. With my own brain and did it," I shouted. " And I still can sense the thought, the thought of wanting to kill you." He just kindly looked back at me and said, "Then t...
