returned ⇢ taekook [BOOK 2]

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Taehyung
Everything was starting to come back to me. The wedding....Jimin....Yoongi....Dead? Yoongi put his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me pitifully. "You okay?" He said softly, totally unaware of the thoughts running through my mind. Yoongi died. Jungkook killed him. He shouldn't be here, I saw him being taken to the hospit- wait. Did I? Where did the body disappear to? My eyes continued to shake in fear as Yoongi just watched in utter confusion. "Hey, Taehyung?" He called out for me as he waved his hand in-front of my face, trying to grab my attention. I turned towards him, my eyes wide and mouth agape. "Y-You're d-d-dead...?! I-I s-saw K-Kookie s-stab y-you! Y-You're n-not r-real..." I stuttered, starting to wonder if I was hallucinating. Yoongi chuckled. He chuckled. Does he find my insanity funny? "W-What?!" I shouted, trying to sound intimidating. He shook his head as he continued to laugh like a mad man. What the actual fuck? "Yah! What's so funny?!" My face flushed with anger. Yoongi finally stopped his ridiculous act and looked me straight in the eye. "Do I look fake to you?" He said sternly. I shook my head and gulped. "Yah Taehyung! Don't look so scared!" He laughed again, hitting my shoulder playfully. I was stunned by his actions and was becoming even more confused than I was in the first place. How can he be so happy knowing Jimin is dead? Does he even know? My thoughts caught me off guard. "Um Yoongi?" He looked at me and ushered for me to continue. "How are you alive?" I said, looking down and playing with my fingers.

"Kim Seokjin. That's how." Yoongi said simply. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to get further information. Yoongi sighed, scratching his head. "It's hard to remember every detail but I'll try my best. Seokjin knew a guy. A guy that would help me and heal me, but where nobody else could find me or know about my condition. Seokjin thought it would be best if everyone continued to think I was dead." He explained, causing me to tear up. It wasn't for the best. His 'death' hurt Jimin, so badly it killed him. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I choked out a sob, Yoongi's head turning to me. "Tae?" He put his hand on my shoulder but I brushed it off. It's his fault. His fault Jimin is dead. His fault that Jimin killed himself. Yoongi raised an eyebrow before opening his mouth to speak. "Taehy-" I cut him off. "No. It's your fault. A-All your f-fault.." I sobbed. I didn't want to tell him this way but, he's brought it upon himself. "All my fault? Taehyung, what on earth do you mean?" He interrogated me, making me feel small. "Jimin..." I began, but couldn't bring myself to finish. I can't break his heart this way, he's been through too much. What kind of person would it make me if I hurt him like this? "What about Jimin? Is he alright?" I could hear the panic rising in his voice. I knew I wouldn't be able to speak so I shook my head instead. His eyes that were once wide and bright were now sullen and despairing. He sunk down into his chair and sat with his head in his hands. What have I done? Have I broken Yoongi?

"I-I.." I spoke, my voice hoarse and raspy. He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. His eyes were red and wilting, tear drops gathered around them. "Please..." He said, quietly. "Please tell me what happened to him. Please say it's all a joke..." He pleaded, making me conflicted. I can't tell him. I just can't. His heart will shatter into a million pieces. Who knows what he'll do when he finds out that it was because of him? I sighed in distress. "I-I...c-can't.." I managed to say, bracing myself for his reaction. Maybe he'll just let it slide? Maybe he'll be okay? Ugh, who am I kidding? They were in love. "What..?" He said, in utter disbelief. His face began to grow red, his hands clenching into fists as the knuckles turned white. Oh god. He's angry. "What?! Why can't you tell me, Taehyung?! He's my boyfriend, the boy I love! I have the god damn given right, to know what happened!" His loud voice boomed throughout the room, my palms started to sweat. "I swear if you don't tell me Taehyung, you won't leave this hospital alive..." He whispered threateningly. I took deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inh-

"Taehyung!" He screamed, clearly at his limit.

"Fine! Fine. I'll tell you. But when you can't handle it, just remember; you brought this upon yourself."

Jungkook
I woke up to a nurse holding a cold, damp towel to my head. I had been taken to a hospital room, a different one, and had been placed on the bed. The man above me had smooth, brown hair with distinctive features. The man looked at me and smiled kindly before offering me his hand. "I'm Wonwoo," He spoke with a deep, calm voice, "And I'll be caring for you while you're here." I took his hand and shook it cautiously. He must've seen my weariness as he chuckled deeply. "Don't worry, you can trust me. You've met my boyfri- I mean friend earlier, right? Mingyu?" He chuckled nervously, after just exposing himself. I smiled and nodded. Maybe I can play with him... "Yeah, He was really sweet and kind. Definitely my type." I said grinning. I saw his eyes widen as he continued to place the towel on different spots of my forehead. "I'm kidding, Wonwoo. I know he's taken, he told me so." I laugh and Wonwoo relaxes. God he is whipped. I suddenly remembered what Mingyu said to me. 'I was saving this for my boyfriend, but I'm sure he'll understand.' "Oh um... Wonwoo?" I asked quietly. He raised his eyebrows, signaling for me to continue. "Sorry for eating your chocolate bar.." I laughed nervously until Wonwoo smiled. Who smiles when someone eats their chocolate bar? "It's okay, Jungkook." Hold up. How does he know my name? "Mingyu told me all about you. And potentially, he's the one who sent me here. He got called off on an emergency so he sent me here to look out for you. Oh and I'm sorry....about....you know..." He said, trailing off towards the end. Who is he on about? Why should he be sorry? About who? About- oh. About Taehyung.