returned ⇢ taekook [BOOK 2]

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Taehyung
"He's...dead..." Yoongi muttered, overwhelmed with the information I told him. I sat next to him, wondering to comfort him or not. I decided against it, in case he would lash out on me out of anger. Yoongi's eyes began to water up, his head probably full of accusations. Tears fell hopelessly from his tired eyes, rolling down his soft cheeks rapidly. He held back his cries and just allowed his tears to be set free. He raised his head at me, his eyes drained of emotions. "D-Did he s-say a-anything before h-h-he...you know," Yoongi whispered, reaching his hand out to mine. I thought for a minute, recalling the event, before opening my mouth to repeat his words. "He told Jungkook how he loved you and that it was his fault that he'd never get a day to marry the love of his life. He really did love you Yoongi. So much." I paused for a while, feeling my own tears well up. "B-But his last w-words really got to m-me. 'I love you Taehyung, remember that'. He smiled but t-then it ended so q-quick." I didn't know why, but it was now that my brain realised that Jimin was gone. He was dead. "He's g-gone.." I whispered in disbelief. I didn't want it to be true. I wanted Jimin to be standing next to me, holding my hand, but he wasn't.

"It's m-my fault..... i-it's all my f-fault.." I cried, sobbing uncontrollably. I kept thinking that I was to blame, that I was the one who killed him. Yoongi places his hands on my shoulders and spoke gently to me. "Taehyung, it's n-nobody's f-fault o-okay?" I immediately shook my head at his words, denying his accusations. "N-No... you w-weren't t-there.." I whispered, my brain suddenly putting everything together. "Y-Yeah... y-you w-weren't t-there... b-because you w-were pretending t-to be d-dead! I-If y-you h-had j-just c-come b-back a-and t-t-told the truth, J-Jimin w-wouldn't have k-killed h-h-himself! He w-would b-be here w-with m-me, h-holding my b-big h-hand w-with his small o-ones. H-He would be h-here c-comforting me a-and m-making me laugh. He wouldn't be d-dead Yoongi!" I screamed, blaming everything on him. It made sense. If he came back and said 'Hey, I'm alive' Jimin wouldn't have killed himself out of grief. "Hey, Tae. You're just trying to find someone to blame, it's what people do when grieving."

"No!" I protested, realising all the things Yoongi's 'death' had caused. "If you would've just come back, we wouldn't be here right now, would we? Because Jungkook wouldn't have tried to kill himself under the guilt of yours and Jimin's death! We would've gotten married and lived a happy life. But now, they won't even let me see him! It's all you fault Yoongi! All your fault..." Tears were uncontrollably rolling down my cheeks, but I was strong and held my loud cries back. I had to be strong. For Kookie.

"Yoongi, you're going to have to leave," I said, crossing my arms. Yoongi at me in disbelief but I only stared coldly back at him. He got up from the chair and walked to the door. "I'm sorry." He muttered before opening the door and walking out, shutting it softly behind him.

Jungkook
It was 3:30 pm. I sat on the hospital bed, staring into space. Is he really dead? No. He can't be. Can he? I sighed getting up from my bed. I rummaged through my pile of stuff that Jin had given to the paramedics while I was asleep. A new change of clothes and toiletries. I picked up the stuff and rushed off the bathroom. I got changed into my hoodie and jeans and made my way to the sink. I did my usual routine, turned off the tap and walked out of the bathroom. I put up my hood and made my way back to my room. The backpack Jin had left me was settled in the corner of the room. There was paper and a pen inside, just in case I had to write stuff down. I packed my toiletries inside and left the hospital gown on the bed. I took the paper and pen and wrote a quick note and placed in on top of the gown. I packed the pen and zipped up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. I left my room, heading towards the main hospital exit. I'm not going to stay here and be reminded that I killed Taehyung. I'm not going to stay here and wallow in my despair while sitting around, wasting my life. I'm not going to stay here and get to live when it should've been Taehyung in my spot and me in his. I'm not going to stay here at all. I walked out of the door, going unnoticed as a patient.

I ran to escape quicker, but there was really no point. I wasn't being checked up on until 5:00 pm so I really didn't have to worry. But, I did, just in case. I passed through the hospital gates and onto the pavements. I slowed my pace and walked casually to the airport. I wasn't going to stay in this country, constantly being reminded of mine and Taehyung's adventure together. I wasn't going to stay here and remember all the pain and misery I've caused. I wasn't going to stay here and watch my friends' lives fall apart. It may seem selfish but if anything, I'm doing them a favour. After 20 minutes, I arrived at the airport. I didn't have a ticket or luggage but I had my credit card. I walked inside and braced myself for my future. My new and hopefully better future.