AIN'T MY FAULT | taekook

Chapter 19

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The wind caressing his face from the window forced him to close his eyes and let his mind to find some peace. The view outside must have been nice but the solitude in closed eyes is what he needed the most.

Jimin looked at his side and saw Taehyung leaning his head on the window, the wind making his hairs float like a soft dandelion.

He smiled at the cute boy, but his smile faded as he remember what must be going inside that little mind. He felt so sad for other but he know he can't show it too much.

"Have you eaten anything?" Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, straightening his back, looked down and shooked his head.

"How does pancakes sound then?" Jimin asked smiling, eyes on the road. Taehyung looked at the other shocked.
"It's okay sir, I'll eat something when I'm home." He mumbled, he don't want to bother the other.

"Oh come on, I'm hungry too and I know a great place. You gonna love it." Jimin chuckled, Taheyung smiling a little at that. He after that turned his attention back outside the window, a comfortable silence around them.

"It's not your fault." Jimin voiced later, Taehyung titled his head at him, eyes confused.
"If you're thinking that Mr. Jeon's suspension is because of you, it's not. Mr. Jeon sometimes.....well he is hard to explain." Jimin said genuine, not wanting the other to blame himself.

Taehyung gulped at the mention of Mr. Jeon, eyes moving to his lap. The intense eyes and the other's touch suddenly coming in front of view.

"But still...." He mumbled, he himself don't know why is he caring for the other. He should be happy the other will not bother him for a week right?

"I know...but relax, Yoongi will talk to him, but if something happens which you don't like" Jimin turned at him for a second, eyes serious. "Please don't hesitate to talk to me." He smiled, focusing back on the road.

"Yoongi?" Taehyung asked unsure, Jimin laughed a little beside him.
"Mr. Min." He corrected, Taehyung nodding slowly, "You guys are friends?" He asked looking up innocently, eyes round.

"Husbands." Jimin smiled, Taehyung eyes growing wide beside, mouth open.
"You and Mr. Min? Wow" He exclaimed, staring at Jimin now with a smile.

"Shocking right? Opposites attraction maybe." Jimin joked, which might helped as Taehyung giggled beside him. They both never showed any hints in uni, so it was a surprise for Taehyung.

"Taehyung it's not always what it's seems to be. You sometimes are leaves shocked by many things, but you should move on." Jimin voiced later, Taehyung don't know why it was sounding something he wanted to hear.

"I'm sorry you have to see Mr. Jeon's anger today, he is not always like this." Taehyung body stiffened but he slowly nodded. He wanted to tell Jimin that he knew, he knew more than he wanted. But he know he can't.

"He is not that bad...but not also the easy guy to deal with. He is just lost." Jimin mumbled slowly, Taehyung listening carefully, curious what must have Mr. Jeon have went through.

"It's not my place to say his story, but I would advise you to stay little bit aware of things. Things are very complicated." Jimin advised, making Taehyung more shock as why is his teacher telling him all this? Does he know what Mr. Jeon is doing? Taehyung looked at the other gulping.

"What you mean sir?" He asked cautionally, hands sweating a little, he don't know why he is scaring for.

"Ah nothing...just that Mr. Jeon reacted today, that must be shocking for you because he beat a student for you." Jimin smiled a little, Taehyung realizing the other don't know Mr. Jeon intentions with him.

"Oh." He mumbled, not knowing what to say more. Jimin nodded beside him.
"Rest I know you students hate him for his nature, he is boring and cold." Jimin joked not knowing that Taheyung is lost in his own thoughts, now more curious than hurt.

The whole ride they didn't bring Mr. Jeon's topic again, but Taehyung mind would wonder to the said male every moment.

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The slight opening through the curtains were only source of the moonlight illuminating in the dark room. The smell of alcohol lingering around. He sat there, a half empty bottle in his hand, eyes staring at the ceiling, head rested on the bed's edge.

He had opened their bedroom after months, as was asked to lock it to suppress the hallucinations from past years. The room was filled with things and memories. Beautiful memories of his Tae. The silky black sheets still in there place there were three years back. The bed made by his husband is still the same.

He don't sleep here, he can't. Though the guest room's bed still feels cold, empty. He looked around, walls filled with paintings and pictures that not a single space is left.

He clutched the bottle to his mouth, the remaining drink going to his empty stomach. He wiped his lips, the bottle sliping from his hands, falling on the floor and then rolling aside.

"Come back to me." He mumbled, a single tear escaping his eye. He with so struggle had got home, away from people, away from the world that blames him.

"Do you think I'm wrong Tae?" He whispered, he wants to look at the pictures, but he know it will only kill him, so he focused his eyes on the ceiling where his Tae has attached cute space ships stickers. The silence around reminding him how lonely he is.

"Do you hate me now? I do." He looked aside at the table where a broken package was still lying. The neon note attached, but the words were erased, and Jungkook would beg anyone just for able to read what must have written on it.

"I'm not doing it intentionally you know, I don't know what happens to me when the boy comes front of me." He clenched his jaw, more tears leaving his eyes.

"He must hate me right? Everyone hates me." Jungkook chuckled, dark eyes focusing on nothing. He took heavy breaths, his chest heavy.

"Ahh you had made me crazy for you always." Jungkook sighed, fingers playing with the sheets ends. Taehyung's face suddenly flopped his mind, the day when he saw him walking with his friends in the hallways, laughing.

His stare hardened at that, he pulled his resting head from the bed, hands resting on his raised crossed legs.

"Fucking crazy that it's killing me love. So tell me what should I do when the face I loved my whole life came back again, staring at me with big innocent eyes." He voiced cracked, body shaking.

"He is so different from you, yet here I'm after him like a animal." He rasped, anger bubbling inside, but what can he do? Nothing.

"It scares me." He admitted, red-rimmered eyes empty. "Without you by my side it still scares me. And I'm afraid I might force the boy to take your place." He finished, and closed his eyes, body falling back on the floor.

For hours he stared at the ceiling, he thought alcohol might help to ease the pain, but nothing seems to help him anymore.
Without realizing he felt asleep there, on the floor, cold and alone.

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