returned ⇢ taekook [BOOK 2]

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Taehyung
A loud chuckle escaped the mans mouth as he heard my response. "What's so funny?" I asked, his obnoxious laugh starting to irritate me. "Really? You're engaged to the Min Yoongi?" He asked, still finding the situation absolutely hilarious. "Yes. Even ask him. He's the one who proposed." I said, turning away from him with my arms crossed like a child. "Really?! Then how come he doesn't know about this 'engagement'?" He raised an eyebrow, his statement leaving me utterly confused. "What do you mean? Do you know him?" I asked, anger threatening to show. "Listen kiddo. I'm Min Yoongi and you're not engaged to me. Sorry, but this is not yours." He says as he points to his body. The gears in my brain started to turn at a million miles per hour. Images a young boy with silky raven hair, flashed through my mind, causing me to feel dizzy. Was that him? Was that the person I loved? Well, not gonna lie, he sure is cute. Suddenly my vision started to blur and my head to hurt, excruciatingly painfully. Was his beauty blinding me? Because damn. I felt my back hit the bed hard before Yoongi's voice began to fade.

I was being pulled along the street, hand in hand with someone I don't recognise. I pulled my hand away and studied his features. His silky raven hair brushed gently against soft thin eyebrows. His round eyes were big and beautiful which would've of made anyone fall for him. His height was a little taller than average but his eyes were still in line with mine. His loving gaze snapped me out of my investigation, making me feel a little uncomfortable. "Um who are you?" I asked quietly, now averting my eyes to the sand we were stood on. "Taehyungie, what's wrong?" He replied, his hand reaching out for my cheek. I pulled away and put my fists up in a defensive position. "Bro, you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up!" I shouted earning a small chuckle from him. His laugh made butterflies rise in my stomach. I remember our late night walks along the beach, our Sunday morning cuddles on the scrawny old couch in the living room, our kisses which although short and sweet, meant so much. A smile crept upon my face as I attacked him with a hug and pecks all over his beautiful face. We both laughed and giggled as we continued are routine of being probably the cheesiest couple on earth. I took his hand back in mine and swung them in time to our footsteps. He stopped and turned to look at me so as he placed his hands on my cheeks. "I love you Taehyung." He said shyly as he looked down at his feet. I chuckled as I said, "Look at me." I put my finger under his chin and lifted his face so his eyes were once again in line with mine. "I love you more, Jungkook." I smiled as I placed a long, passionate kiss upon his perfect lips.

My eyes fluttered open to be met with the bright, familiar hospital lights. I felt a warm presence beside me as I came back into reality. It was a dream? But now I remember everything.. "Hey, are you okay?" Yoongi said as he placed his hand upon mine. I chuckled as I remembered what I was dreaming about. "Yeah. I guess my laughter woke me up." My answer caused Yoongi to raise an eyebrow. "Laughter?" He questioned, causing me to smile. "I was remembering one of the best dates I've ever had with Jungkook. It was cute." I explained, still smiling like a lovesick puppy. Although I explained, Yoongi still looked puzzled. "Taehyung, you weren't laughing," He started, seeming hesitant to continue. I raised an eyebrow, my heart racing at his hesitation.

"You were crying."

Jungkook
We arrived at the hospital a few minutes after dark. I was carried in on a stretcher and taken to an emergency room. I had a few open wounds on my head and legs considering I was found on the side of a river, laying on sharp stones. Mingyu was stood in front of me, cleaning the blood that trickled from head down to my lips. As he was stitching me up, I studied his facial features. His eyes were soft and adorable, like that of a puppy. His jawline was sharp and well defined, his hair was dark, brown and slightly swept to one side. His eyes met mine and I froze. He smiled slightly and chuckled at my stiffness, before removing the medical wipe from my eyebrow. He cleared his throat quietly as he began to speak.

"Is there anyone I can call? Any family members I can get in touch with to let them know about your condition?" My throat felt dry and unused as I tried to speak up. I abruptly stopped, a certain question popping into my mind. Who am I meant to call? My head fell into my hands as I sighed, showing my frustration. "Hey, what's wrong?" Mingyu spoke softly as he came closer and placed his warm hand on my unsteady shoulder. "I-I don't know w-who I could call.." My raspy voice cause me to bring hand up to rub it. Mingyu patted my back comfortingly as he reached over and grabbed his bag. He rummaged through until he found a medium-sized chocolate bar. He handed me the bar as he smiled at me.

"Here, this will make you feel better, you must be hungry. I was saving this for my boyfriend but I'm sure he will understand." My eyes widen at his statement. He's gay?!? He saw my reaction and chuckled. "Most people don't expect that from me, that I have a boyfriend." He stated as he picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "Well, duty calls! I'll send someone to check in on you in a few. Okay?" He said cheerfully, almost skipping to the door. "Oh! Uh.." I suddenly shouted, unaware that I wanted to say something. "Yes?" Mingyu replied, turning around to face me. "I wanted to ask you abou—" My sentence was cut off by my phone ringing. How the hell did this thing survive? I took the device out of my pocket and apologized to Mingyu, before turning to the screen to see the name of the caller.

                                                                           Hoseok
                                                             Accept            Decline

"Hello?" I spoke loudly as I put the phone to my ear. "Kookie.." Hoseok sounded disheartened, unusually. 'Something is definitely up,' I thought to myself. "Hoseok, what's wrong?" I was concerned for him. What in the world has made Hoseok sad? He's never sad! "It's T-Taehyung.." I could hear him sobbing from the other line. The sound of his name caused my eyes to water as small drops of water rolling down my cheeks followed. At this sight, Mingyu ran to my side and took a hold of the phone. "Hello, this is Jungkook's doctor. What's happened?" This is the first time I had heard him so panicked. His voice was wavering and it sounded like he was on the verge of tears. I heard a quiet voice over the line before it went dead, leaving Mingyu looking astonished and confused. The phone slid out of his hand and straight to the floor, but he still stood in the same position. "Mingyu?" I called his name but I got no response. "Mingyu! What happened!?" I shouted at him, tears streaming down my cheeks with no intention of stopping. He finally turned towards but only was it now that I realised, he too, was crying. "Mingyu?! You're scaring me... what happened?" I braced myself for his answer, preparing for the worst. "T-Taehyung.." Mingyu began but hesitated. "What!? Why is nobody telling what's going on with Taehyung? Is he okay? Why won't anyone tell what's wrong with the boy I love?!?" I was screaming at this point, flailing my arms around in the air. Mingyu gave me a smile of pity as he finished what he was saying. My heart broke into millions of tiny pieces, only wishing I wasn't told. Why was I so persistent? I could've forgotten about him and moved on. I fell to my knees, in hope to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. But, it was no use. My vision went black as my body came in contact with the cold, hard floor. God damn it Taehyung...

"Taehyung's dead..." Mingyu said before leaving the room in a hurry, off to investigate the situation.