•The persistence of memory• [ Taekook ]

Chapter 2: The starry night

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Jungkook suffered a lot and for a long time. Love but also sadness were the first feelings he knew. Love for his brother and sorrow for losing him.

It was the first days of autumn and thus Jungkook felt more melancholic than usual. The sixth shot of tequila he drank was burning his insides, but he tried in every possible way to neutralize the anger and sadness he felt deep inside after the detective's visit.

The dizziness became more and more unbearable. Somehow he managed to get up from the bar stool where he had been sitting for the past few hours.

Jungkook was not a person who enjoyed alcohol. Alcohol served as a means of forgetting sometimes, when reality would create such an effect that it would shake him to the core.

"Go home, Jungkookie.", the voice of the barista he knew overpowered the sounds of the bass and Jungkook managed to send him a painful smile.

Harry knew him superficially, after all Jungkook was a regular at the club where the man worked.

He stood up on shaky legs, staggering a little. Soon when his hand touched the mahogany bar, he could feel some cut on it, which had already darkened, looked like an old wound. The surface was slippery and greasy from the spilled drink, but that didn't stop it from being his support at that moment.

He managed to get to his feet, then he waved his hand in the air and without any words headed for the exit through the crowd and smoke. A few glances stopped at him, but it didn't matter to the young man.

All he wanted was to go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit and then resume drinking. But he had no strength, fatigue petrified him.

He wanted to breathe fresh air. He knew deep down that it was just an attempt to escape from the den where he felt even more pathetic than usual.

"What's the point? You will never see him again.", he muttered to himself as he rushed past the security guard.

The very word death was deeply planted in his consciousness, so it began to drink all the juices of his sobriety for years. Tequila was there as a witness to it all. The consequences of suppression were dizziness and the urge to vomit.

"Hey Jeon!", the voice broke through the people standing outside the club and reached Jungkook.

Leaning against the wall, he looked up at the sky, starry and yet so empty. The sky was his territory to which he returned when the whole present cornered him. The sky, as the only bright spot in the darkness because his Moon was there.

Ignoring the familiar voice of the man walking towards him, Jungkook silently continued to stare into space. When Wooshik was in front of him, he took the younger by the wrist pulling him towards the street next to the club which led a little further. Jungkook's legs were walking on their own, guided by the other.

He didn't try to resist, he just followed that man with empty and silent words "Let me go."

However, Wooshik didn't do that.

And only when he reached the desired distance from the crowd and noise, he threw the younger man against the wall, ignoring his painful moan.

"Why are you ignoring me, you whore?", he asked.

"Did it occur to you it's because I don't want to see you anymore?", that question was a mistake, Jungkook knew it very well. Because the next thing that followed was expected.

Slap.

Jungkook's cheek immediately turned a faint pink. He desperately tried to hide the tear that momentarily glistened in his eye. He knew what he had to do. He will give in.