The Red String Of Fate | tk

Chapter 41: Unfold

Followed by him is Yugyeom who stop by the door, expressions grim.

"What happened?" Seokjin whispers, unable to even walk towards them.

Then walks in Eunwoo, Jimin and Yoongi. Seokjin gasps when he sees the state of the two but they tell him to stop right there and his heart thuds loud.

Then it's Hoseok but with him is Taehyung, held like a prisoner, being tugged forward like an accused one. Taehyung's eyes fall on Seokjin for a moment and he smiles and Seokjin swears its the saddest smile he's ever seen. And he's seen them alot on Jeongguk.

Hoseok almost drags Taehyung to where Jeongguk went.

And then Namjoon appears and Seokjin tears up, holding his hand out for him to reach. Namjoon immediately walks towards him, cups his face and rests their foreheads together as Seokjin rests his hands on his shoulders.

"What's going on?" Seokjin whispers. Namjoon kisses his forehead as an answer.

"Why was Hoseok holding Tae like that?" Seokjin asks.

"Later. I'll tell you later." Namjoon promises.

"But why---".

"Namjoon, we have to go." Yoongi utters.

"I'll be right with you, love." Namjoon says and gives Seokjin a gentle yet deep kiss on the lips. He pulls away and steps back, turns and leaves. Doesn't see Seokjin's teary eyes again.

And the hall has only him standing there again.

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Taehyung stares at the wall of the room he's brought to. Or a basement. Is basement a room? He surely thinks it's not what he should be worried about right now.

He's sitting on the chair in the middle of the room, let's call it a room, thank you. But he's not tied but shouldn't he be tied? He swears he's not thinking sexually at all.

They all are scattered around the room, waiting for Jeongguk to speak, ask or yell or talk with his fists whatever but anything really. The silence is way too tormenting.

Jeongguk's trying to keep himself calm. He doesn't want to look at Taehyung because he doesn't know what he'll do of he looks at him and not knowing what he'll do is scary. He doesn't want to lose himself just yet.

He's facing the painting that's on the wall behind Taehyung's chair. He's standing behind him. The painting is of a single splash of red on a matte black background. Looks like a splash of blood.

Jeongguk turns then, the sound of his shoes is wincing to ears honestly. Jeongguk now stops infront of Taehyung but keeps a distance but still looking at the painting.

"I hope you're sensible enough to start speaking on your own." Jeongguk's voice finally breaks the long silence. It's loud, it's cold and the fact that Jeongguk is so calm right now makes it more dangerous. Taehyung shivers just a little.

"But I'll still ask. Since when did it all start? When you were here or before that?" Jeongguk asks.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, doesn't look away from the wall as he speaks.

"Started a few years ago actually." Taehyung says and Jeongguk stops the frown that was about to appear. "But it had vanished then."

Taehyung looks up, dares to. Has to.

"It was impossible to even get a glimpse of you a few years back so I had to admit defeat and tell myself I'll never get to see you." Taehyung says.

"I had forgotten about it. Well not forgotten but accepted that I should just let it go because low life like us aren't lucky enough. " Taehyung utters.