AIN'T MY FAULT | taekook

Chapter 24

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Soft sunlight lazily drifts in through the window, the gentle hum of sleep still holding him in it's grasp. He drift in and out of the consciousness on this crisp morning, snuggling deeper into the warm masses of the comforter, clutching his pillow tightly.

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, still red and tired as was staring into black till four in the morning. He blinked his eyes and focused in on the alarm beside the table, ten in the morning displaying, he could get more sleep as it's Saturday, but he know it will hurt his head more.

He got off the bed, body sore, last night was still on his mind, playing on repeat in diffrent shades, he peeked through the window, Mr. Jeon's car was not parked, giving he went home.

Taehyung turned around, a heavy feeling in his chest, he thought the other might have stayed. The warm shower water helped him calm his nerves,  fingers going to the bruised lips, gulping at the thought of it's cause.

A hoodie and shorts adored his figure, sitting on the bed, with cereal bowl on his lap, Lion King playing in front on the television. He brought the spoon to his lips, chewing, eyes on the movie, but mind somewhere else.

The ding of his phone forced him to turn his eyes on the device. A message from Jinyoung about tonight plans, which he totally forget. Honestly he don't even want to go anymore, heart and mind to tangled to enjoy, but he can't cancel on his friends, and he might feel better later.

He wished Hoseok was here now, had went to Busan to meet his parents. He needed someone to talk to, someone to tell him it's okay. But he can't tell what happened to anyone, it's so messed up.

He laid again on the bed, the warm blankets helping him feel home, a random cartoon playing, he drifted his focus on it, letting himself rest before getting ready for the evening.

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Standing infront of the mirror, buttoning his black shirt, folding his sleeves till his elbows, the shirt hugging his muscles, his broad frame highlights his firm chest. Stopping mid in adjusting his belt, his eyes wondered around, the boy coming to his mind.

So much he tried, he can't help but let his mind drift to him, the small fragile boy that is the cause of the mess in his mind. He was okay, he was living his life with dread, and suddenly he entered and changed his life so drastically, before there was no will for him to live, but suddenly now eyes searched everywhere for the boy.

For five days he had controlled himself to not unleash like a beast, but the many  sleepless nights and restless days forced him to go and see the boy, he didn't meant to sleep in his arms, heck he never felt he was so tired till he felt the touch of the other.

But like every movie ending, the reality draws upon him, that how much he think, how much his mind play, this is not his Tae, just look the same. His heart beats every time he look at the face, a art he had looked upon from years, owned it and now it's out there displayed to the world, and it does not belong to him anymore.

He know he don't deserve to play with that boy like this, it's not his love. The love who showed him the meaning of pure, loved the monster inside him, the monster that is roaming outside now, hungry for the blood of the boy.

He can't look around the house anymore, a guilt bubbles inside him always, shouting curses at him to loose his control. He gulped the emotions, exiting the door and getting in the car, speeding it to god knows where, just wanting to escape.