last night. taegguk

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TWO

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I'm sorry, Jeongguk.

"Sorry about fucking what?! For making me believe all your lies, then just shattering my heart like that?!" the black haired boy yelled and hit the tree, causing his knuckles to bleed.

Jeongguk didn't know why he came here in the middle of the night, when he should be sleeping or crying peacefully in his bed.

But Taehyung refused to leave his mind, thoughts, feelings, heart, dreams and even breaths. He was in everything and Jeongguk just needed to do something.

So, he was now in the nearby park, standing in front of a tree and hitting it with all the strength he could bring out.

Because he had nothing left.

Because his whole body ached from missing Taehyung so much and it's been only two days.

Because he still loved him. And he always will.

My feelings about you are not, uh, that deep.

"Then why did you make it seem like they were, you fucking piece of shit?" Jeongguk cried and his bleeding fist landed on the tree again.

But since yours are, maybe it's better to stay friends?

"No! No! No, it wasn't better! I hate you!" the boy shouted and dropped down on his knees, sobbing loudly.

I'm sorry this has to happen. I do feel bad, Gukie, I do.

"Like I would believe you about anything anymore. I've loved you for so long and I was so fucking blind, I never saw who you truly were. God, I hate you so much," Jeongguk quietly said and buried his face in his shaking hands.

I just think it's better if we end this. Goodbye, Jeongguk.

"I've been in love with you for years. When I finally got to show it to you, you just fucking disappeared. I don't understand," he was now whispering, "It looked like you loved me. You're a good actor, indeed. Congratulations on that. Also, fuck you."

Then he got up from the ground and wiped his nose, messing his face up with blood, but he didn't have the energy to care.

After all, why should he?

Jeongguk had lost his everything.

And nothing really mattered anymore.

-

"Whoa, you look like shit."

"Thanks for pointing that out, Namjoon. Fuck off," Jeongguk replied and sat down on the grass next to his three other friends.

Jimin already had forgiven Namjoon and Jin about the Yoongi thing, but Jeongguk hadn't and doubted he will soon. But they were all hanging out together again. They didn't have a better option.

"How are you feeling, kiddo?" Jimin asked and bit his lip with a worried look.

Jeongguk made sure to hide his bruised hands and faked a smile.

"I'm fine. How are you, guys?"

They slipped in talking about their days, people Jeongguk didn't even know, gossiping and laughing.

The black haired boy felt how with their every word, another brick was falling down between them, building a tall, unbreakable wall.

Jeongguk no longer heard what they're saying.

And they no longer heard Jeongguk's silence.

-

kth.

Two more days.

Two more days and he will do it.

Was it the right thing? Even if it wasn't, Taehyung couldn't afford doubts right now.

It was too late.

Jeongguk is already broken.

Now he has to fall down.