fiendish heart [1]

final 。debt repaid

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The air was like sharp daggers against his bare skin, digging into him and leaving the burning sensation of slowly freezing. The darkness encased him as he blindly ventured further into the town he'd never been to before. This was the place he remembered in those articles about a lost boy. He followed the place the sun would die, searching for the grave where he could bury his departed lover. A certain post that held the dying lights flickered above a street sign, brightening its name to reveal the scratched up letters of mangseok-ro. Tension filled his cheeks as he wandered jadedly down the narrow road. It was empty, on the very outskirts of the suburbs. It had to be close to midnight, maybe just after.

Then his eyes were drawn to the light that came from a house one hundred metres down the road. The house had a wild front lawn, encircled by the peeling paint of the cream picket fence. It was sad looking on the outside but the interior was full of life. Taehyung knew that this was where he needed to be, in the late hours this light was on waiting for him. He walked up to the gate, his heavy boots crushing the little flowers blooming from weeds that had overtaken the cobble of the path. Then he suddenly stopped, realising that what he was doing was completely mad. These people didn't know him. They were strangers celebrating not waiting a stranger.

But his thoughts washed away, when his eyes focused on the silhouettes in the windows: two bowed down on the carpet, looking to be in either deep meditation or in a pensive suffering. What truly caught his eyes was the familiar features of the women, as she could be seen in the reflection of the dirty mirror on the wall. His expression faltered, and his eyes settled on the boy still laying limply over his now numb shoulder, held up by s hand that was now weak with panic.

Jeon Jungkook had found found his parents.

„Oh Kook..." Taehyung broke down, his knees giving out on him as he fell to the grass. In that moment he lost any calmness he once held onto as he began to cry loud and violently. The noise was sure to alert those inside, for it was a sorrowful scream that reflected their own grieving feelings.

The wooden door behind Taehyung opened to reveal two empty faces, Shiwoo and Sohyun. They looked tired and worn down, hardly two people that had enjoyed life. Who could when they lost their only child to a tragedy neither could explain? They had cast his problems onto someone else. The result, losing their beloved son.

„Sir ... Please calm down." Shiwoo spoke gently, sensing the deep anguish spilling out of his lips in broken sobs. When he received no response he stepped forward, extending a hand to rest it against Taehyung's bare shoulders. Shiwoo stiffened when he noticed that there was another body buried in the weeping boy's arms. He was small and pale, holding no colour in his face. But the shape of his nose and the thin cherry lips kept the father utterly still. „Sohyun ..." he breathed out in terror, stepping back and almost knocking his wife back.

„What is it?" She asked, concerned for her husband as he paled in the moonlight.

„Jungkook ." She laid eyes upon the unforgettable distinction of their son's face, and a wave of deep anguishnwashed over her as her body fell against the door frame.

„I'm so sorry." Whimpered Taehyung now hovering above their unnervingly still son, arms curled up over his chest spattered in blood. He continued to repeat the same phrase, unable to look at the silent parents as he clutched onto Kook's body, not wanting to let go.

„Why?" Sohyun could barely speak, hardly breathe as she refused to tear her eyes away.

„What did you do?!" Shiwoo yelled, also noticing the blood staining the dark fabric of the cloak wrapped around Kook.