Sehnsucht •KookV•

vierundzwanzig

I haven't even started writing it but I already hate this chapter-

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"Wir denken selten an das, was wir haben, aber immer an das, was uns fehlt"
-We rarely think of what we have, but always of what we lack-

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"Taehyung..."

Every nerve in Taehyung's body tensed up. He felt his heartbeat accelerate, breaking out into a sweat. He wasn't ready to face this yet. A short breath left his lips, getting caught in his throat. Gulping, he looked away, his hair falling into his eyes as he tightly held his hands.

His legs felt numb, heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. How was he ever going to face Jungkook? How could he even look up at the older? He had hurt Jungkook and he knew it. The old memories resurfaced and his hands shook. He barely registered anything around him as he got sucked into the baseless, dark abyss of his mind.

Jungkook watched the younger's face, partially hidden by his bangs. So, he really didn't want Jungkook around. He wouldn't even look into the older's eyes. His heart broke once again. Taehyung never really loved him, right?

Je would be lying if he said he hadn't considered the possibility. The sickening crack from his chest made him take in a sharp breath. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But swallowing the last bit of the poison coating his tongue, he turned away. He would leave if that's what the younger wanted him to do. 

He felt a tug on his wrist, the static in his ears fading away as he heard Namjoon's voice. "- should stay, Jungkook." The younger turned his head to face the older, eyes glazed over with the salty droplets he hated so much. "I think it's time you know." He stared at the older, eyes flickering to everyone in the room, resting on the one person who had his head turned away.

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Taehyung found himself on the roof of the building, leaving over the wall as the wind meddled with his hair. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the sound crystal clear in his ears. He pushed his head over the edge, trying to gulp in all the amount of fresh air his lungs could take. He could feel the presence behind him, a meter or two away. He could feel the eyes burning into his back, knives sratching his bare skin. 

Betrayal and guilt chewing him up. It hurt the same.

Jungkook stood beside the door to the roof. It felt surreal, almost as if he was still asleep and if he woke up, he'd be lying next to Taehyung again and those 3 years would have never happened. It was a conundrum, a web of emotions while he stood on the sidelines of his own life, watching the chapers unfold and pieces fit.

Minutes flew away as the two tried to gather all their courage. Jungkook was the first to turn away. "I'll leave if you're uncomfortable telling me." He said quietly as he walked to the door. He kept his hand on the knob, opening it as he felt the same empty feeling in his chest. The silence was deafening as he took another step, ready to run away from the one person he would do anything for.

"I work in the mafia." The words weren't whispered, neither were they loud. Jungkook stopped in his tracks, freezing on the spot. "Do you know Hyun-Bin? The Mafia boss of Gureum?"

He didn't wait for a response as the words flowed out of his mouth like a waterfall. His courage had started thinning out, but he knew it had to be said. "I'm his son." Unfortunately. He added in his mind, biting his tongue to stop the words.