returned ⇢ taekook [BOOK 2]

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[a/n: so I'm in the middle of writing new parts for this book and I realised that I completely changed my plot line with taehyung pov so the next couple of chapters are going to be confusing in taehyung's perspectives but I really do apologise. I would unpublish the entire book but I like where it's going so far. anyway, thanks for reading. ]

Taehyung
It was the middle of the night, almost all the patients were asleep. My mind kept me wide awake, along with my longing need to be close to the one I loved. I just wanted to him tight and remind him that everything was going to be okay as I kissed his forehead gently. But, I couldn't do that because they are locking me up in here and him floors away. I couldn't prevent him from beating himself up over trivial things because they were forcing us apart. I've listened to them for days, but now it's time I stop because I don't think I can go any longer without seeing him.

Slipping on my shoes, I turned off the bedside lamp and picked up my phone. I opened the door quietly, doing the same as I shut it. Walking down the empty hallways, I sighed in anticipation. Was I really doing this? I reached his door within no time, so excited to feel his warmth between my arms. I couldn't wait to see him smile so brightly at me as I walked through the door in tears. I couldn't wait to smother him in deserved kisses and hugs, as I would tell him how much I loved him. I couldn't wait for him to be truly mine again. So with no hesitation at all, I pushed the door open, peaking my head inside and I called out his name, but was surprised to see the room empty. Maybe he just went on a walk too?

Entering the room, I shut the door behind me, sitting on his bed with a sigh. "I'll just wait for him to get back." I muttered to myself, knowing that nobody else could hear me. Minutes passed and the cute bunny boy still hadn't returned. I threw myself backwards onto the bed in frustration, something crumpling underneath my weight. It was a letter, covered in messy handwriting and wet droplets of heartbreak. I picked it up, switching on the lamp beside me.

Dear who ever finds this,

This is Jungkook. The same Jungkook who killed one of his band mates. The same 'innocent' maknae who destroyed his hyung's life, resulting in him ending it. The same monster that broke apart his group, forcing their careers into a pit of unsuccessfulness. It's my fault that they all hate me, that they all want me dead. But this time, I won't end my own life, for I have to live on for Taehyung. For when he tried to save me from my stupid decisions, his life got taken instead of mine. It's not fair that his should've had to end so quickly, and it's not fair that my actions caused that. I loved him with all my heart because he was everything I could've asked for. He took care of me and boosted my self esteem with his heartfelt compliments, but sometimes his love wasn't enough. I realise that it's all my fault but I can't keep living like this. I'm not going to surround myself in reminders of my mistakes. That's why I'm moving away. Away from my problems, my fears and my past. Now is the future and the past doesn't matter anymore. I'm sorry Taehyung for hurting you but I hope that me living a good life for you will make up for it. I love you.

From, a person from the past.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed, throwing the note and kicking the trash can in a fit of rage. I tugged at my hair harshly, frustrated by Jungkook's words. Was it true? Did he really leave? Well, it made sense. Jungkook's room was cleared of all his belongings, destroying any trace of him. The only thing left was the stupid note that I wanted to rip into multiple pieces, but I couldn't. I couldn't destroy the last thing Jungkook did before leaving him behind.

"That's it... he's g-gone." I muttered to myself, sitting down slowly on the uncomfortable hospital bed. As I brushed my fingertips along the rough material, I felt pathetic tears roll down my cheeks, reminders of the times with him. "No... he can't be gone.." I spoke a little louder this time, the tears falling from my eyes at an alarming pace. "No! He can't leave me!" I screamed, standing up with my vision blurred.

I couldn't. I couldn't do it.

I rushed out of the room, falling against the walls hopelessly, my legs collapsing beneath me. The loud disruptions of my screams and cries brought two Male doctors to my side, dragging me delicately back to my room. I thrashed in their hold, wanting to be set free from their demands.

"No! Y-You can't l-leave me! Y-You.. y-you c-can't l-l-leave..." I shook my head violently, my tears scattered across my cheeks. "Calm down, sir. Everything is going to be okay." One of the doctors, tall and blonde, said whilst holding my right arm close to his chest. Everything is going to be okay, everything is fine. But it wasn't. Jungkook's gone and I'll never see him again.

"Come back! Please.. just c-come back-k.." I sobbed, choking on the heartbreaking tears that fell continuously. The doctors had managed to drag me back to my room, placing me on the bed carefully. They looked at each other then at me in worry, one of them grabbing a glass of water from the tap. The taller male handed me it slowly, watching as I wiped away my tears harshly.

"Sir, we are going to call your friend. He will come and get you, alright?" The slightly shorter, red-haired male spoke calmly, causing me to nod emotionlessly. I stared at the wall with a blank expression, my tears dried and stuck to my cheeks. I stayed there for minutes, an hour even, caught up in a thoughtful trance.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I heard the door open gently, but I didn't move to greet my guest. My eyes stayed fixated on the cream wall in front of me, which displayed memories of the past few years. From when I met him, right up until the day I risked it all for him. But, after that, it was blank and unfinished. The story was yet to continue, but I didn't know how.

"Taehyung?" Yoongi called out my name, walking up to me quietly as not to disturb me. He placed his cold hand on my shoulder, as if to try and sooth me into a calmer state. "Stop." I muttered, shrugging his hand away rather harshly. I didn't care if it upset him, he deserved it. "Taehyung, I get that you're upset-"

"How, Yoongi?! How would you know? It's all your fault! He's gone because of you, Jimin's gone because of you! And now, I might as well be. I'm nothing without him, Yoongi! Nothing! We were supposed to get married, have 2 kids and buy a big house with lots of little pets, all as we discussed. But now, all of that is ruined because you'd thought it would be better to cause us all misery by pretending you were dead! Jimin fucking killed himself because of that stupid stunt you pulled! My fucking best friend told Jungkook to rot in hell for what he'd done to you and then shot himself right in front of me! At my own wedding! Jungkook left because of all the guilt has piled up to fucking far for him to deal with. He can't be alone, God knows what he'll do!" I burst into tears, causing Jin, who was stood outside, to rush in and come to my side.

Jin cradled me in his arms tightly as I cried hopelessly on his shoulder. What was I meant to do? He was gone and they all expect me to get on with my day? I looked over at Yoongi who hadn't said a word since, as he stood by the door silently. He looked deep in thought, but I didn't feel a slight bit a sympathy towards him as I saw a single tear rolled down his cheek.

For he was the cause of the monstrous storm to come.

[a/n: update as promised :) ]