Haunted?

29. Break point

*********TRIGGER WARNING (SUICIDE ATTEMPT)*********

Taehyung woke up to the sunlight lighting up the room through the blinds. He realized that he was curled up with Jungkook's arms around him in a tight grip. He looked up at Jungkook, who was still sleeping peacefully. 

He reached up with a little difficulty, seeing as Jungkook had him bundled up tight in his arms. He gently stroked Jungkook's cheek. He kept stroking it for a couple of minutes, with his eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

He couldn't digest what had happened to him in those four months. He couldn't bear the shame of being destroyed repeatedly. He couldn't look at Jungkook without having the urge to hit himself or hide himself with the shame. He couldn't live like this, carrying all of that shame. He couldn't digest the fact that all of that happened just because he decided that he wanted to teach Jungkook a lesson. 

A stupid lesson at that. 

He gently stroked his thumb on the corner of Jungkook's lips before replacing his thumb with his lips. He let his lips stay on Jungkook's lips for a few seconds before backing away. "I love you, Koo. I am sorry that I am not pure anymore. I am very sorry. I don't wanna taint you, baby. I hope you forgive me" he whispered and gently pried Jungkook's hands away from him. 

Even though Jungkook woke up to the feeling of Taehyung's angelic lips on his own, he wasn't lucid enough to actually register what was happening. 

Even though he heard what Taehyung whispered, he didn't register the meaning of those words. 

Even though he felt Taehyung prying his hands away from him, he didn't realize that Taehyung was getting off the bed. 

He was so tired from the night's events that he couldn't get his brain to start functioning. 

And by the time he finally registered Taehyung's words, Taehyung was already gone from his side. He jolted up and scrambled out of the bed. "TAEHYUNG!! TAE!!!" he yelled as he ran into the washroom. 

Empty. 

He had to steady himself at the doorframe of the washroom so that he wouldn't trip over his own feet. The panic that bubbled inside him when Taehyung went missing was nothing compared to the momentary panic that he felt right now. 

He skidded to a stop right at the entrance of the living room, only to start screaming at the top of his lungs. 

There he was, on a stool, trying to fit the noose around his neck. Jungkook had no time to think about how Taehyung had tied the gardening rope to the ceiling fan.

"GET THE FUCK DOWN!!!!" he screamed as he ran and yanked Taehyung down from the stool. He held Taehyung by his shoulders and shook him violently. 

"SNAP OUT OF IT, WILL YOU?? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, YOU ASSHOLE?!?! WERE YOU GOING TO PUT ME THROUGH THE WHOLE SHIT OF AGONY AGAIN??!?! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU SOO MUCH!!!" Jungkook yelled right in Taehyung's face and broke down, crying loudly with his head hanging down. He didn't let go of Taehyung, who was petrified by the sudden outburst. 

The screams had brought Namjoon and Seokjin stumbling into their house, with a hand on their mouths once they realized what Jungkook was screaming about. 

"I-I spent so many countless nights crying for you, thinking you were dead. I spent soo many days without eating food because I thought I didn't deserve it. I spent countless weeks blaming myself for your disappearance and is this what you do to me? I can't take it anymore. I just can't. I thought that once the withdrawal was over, I could finally show you my love, but I just can't....I can't..." he broke down, sobbing loudly.