ㅡ Jungkook's POV ㅡ
Jimin sinks on the sofa next to me, we watch a movie together. We are bored and with nothing to do.
He finishes licking his spoon with the yogurt he was eating and looks at me, pointing the spoon at me.
《Doesn't it bother you?》
I raise my eyebrow, with a confused look. 《What?》
《That Chaerin had many experiences and you didn't.》
《No, it doesn't bother me.》
《And also that she had sex with me and Taehyung?》
I move my head 《Nope.》
《Mh ...》 Jimin raises his legs on the sofa.
《Why do you ask?》
《Curiosity.》 He crosses his ankles together.
《Do you judge her because she had a lot of sex?》
《No, it makes no difference to me, in fact, I like it if a girl has had a lot of experiences and knows what she is doing.》
《You ask me these questions as if Chaerin is my girlfriend.》
《So you gave up on her?》
I nod. 《You?》
《For now.》 He smiles sneakily.
《Don't you think you're going too far?》
《Nah.》 He says nonchalantly.
《You are so stubborn Jimin, don't you understand that she wants Yoongi?》
《Do you think she is really in love with him?》 he laughs.
《Don't make me laugh, Chaerin is just convinced she loves him.》
《And are you so sure because ...?》 I cross my arms over my chest.
He gets up to wash the spoon, walking backward and staring at me.
《Trust me Jk, I know.》 I roll my eyes, I hate it when he's pretentious.
《Chaerin doesn't know what happened with Taehyung, does he?》
He asks coming back.
It refers to when Taehyung attempted suicide last summer after we returned from a vacation together.
《No, he doesn't want her to know.》
《Ugh, she would understand more if she knew about that night when he tried to take his own life.》
《Especially now that they are re-establishing relationships ...》
《You're right, but unfortunately, we can't say anything.》
《Commit suicide?》
Our heads flash behind us, Chaerin is behind with the most confused face I've ever seen.
《What are you talking about?》
ㅡ Chaerin's POV ㅡ
《Taehyung ... did he try to commit suicide?》 My voice trembles when I say a question that I never thought I would ask.
The two do not answer me, they are still taken aback by my presence. I heard everything they were saying about Taehyung.
《Answer me!》
The two exchange a look.
《Do you still have your previous sim card?》 Jimin asks me, but Jungkook grabs his arm as if he wants to scold him and gives him a stern look.
《She has right to know, Jk.》he says glancing at him.
《Are you talking about my old number?》
Jimin nods.
《Yes, I have it somewhere in my room.》
《In the messages, you will find all the answers.》
What does that mean? I frown in confusion and without asking any more questions I run to my room and look for my old card; I search in all the drawers and find it inside a box. I immediately replace it with mine, turn on the phone and wait. But an unexpected problem appears.
Code. Shit, I don't remember.
Think Chaerin, it must be something obvious. At that time, what was I obsessed with? Maybe my father's date of birth? I try it, wrong. Fuck, I have two attempts left. I try my mother's date of birth. Again wrong. Last chance.
Think well Chaerin. Here you may find the answers to the hatred Taehyung feels for you.
A light bulb turns on in my brain. Of course, I had put his date. I type in the numbers: 1-2-3-0-1-9-9-5.
Taehyung's birth date was easy to remember so I changed it to his. I smile as the phone unlocks and a few moments later the phone vibrates uncontrollably, all the messages and missed calls arrive. The number is still active, fortunately.
There are many. Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi ...
I go straight to Taehyung's messages. I read the number and I gasp. My heart is tightening ... he sent me so many messages.
367 messages.
I swallow, open them, and read each message one by one. Time passes and I don't notice. Each message expresses pain, anger, hatred, exasperation, frustration.
"Why did you go away?"
"We can help each other."
"Please come back ... to me."
My eyes fill with tears, what was going on? What was he experiencing? Taehyung, in which dark place were you?
I am afraid to know what he said in the voice mail ... I am afraid to hear those letters formed in words ... But I listen to them and they are steeped in pain. In its pure state.
I collapse on my own legs. I put my hand in front of my mouth, trembling I try to hold back the tears. But I can't.
"Chaerin, it hurts so much ... it hurts. Do you know? It's wearing me out ... the pain, the loss, your lack ... your presence where it is?"
"I thought I was important ... for you. I thought I counted something ..."
"Chaerin ... I ..."
"I love you."
I throw the phone on the ground and crouch on myself on the floor, take my head in my hands, and cry.
He was about to commit suicide because of me.
Now I understand why he hated me so much. Because of all that poison in his words. Everything is explained. That look that frightened me was nothing but his pain.
My back is resting on the bed, I stare at a random spot in the room. Tears continue to fall from my eyes. As soon as I recover I go back down, I need to talk to him.
《Where's Taehyung?》 I ask the two boys.
《We don't know.》
ㅡ Taehyung's POV ㅡ
Her back is so tight, it looks like a guitar string ready to break at any moment. She's not the loose and free Belle that I know. Her movements are rigid and insecure. Her forehead wrinkles more than usual, not from pleasure.
But of concern.
We met a few days ago to talk about the atelier that I should buy from an acquaintance of Belle. Today we must meet to agree on the last things.
According to her, it's a good deal since I create everything at home and it's not the ideal place to do it. So I gave this place a chance.
I think back to the talk I had with her a few days earlier.
《But what if I come to work at your house?》 I ask.
《Better not.》 Belle replies immediately.
《Why? Your husband knows about me, he also liked the nude paint I made of you.》
《Yes, but I prefer to keep you two separate.》
《Why?》 I ask confused.
《It's a little weird to have both you together, understand me.》
《Ok ...》 her answer confuses me a bit, they chose an open relationship, why should it be strange?
I look around the place, I don't see her anywhere. I check the address again in the message and it's right, that's where Belle gave me an appointment.
I send her a message to ask where she is, but I don't get a reply. I wonder why she asked me to come to this strange bar, it's not in her style. Indeed it's the opposite, she is elegant and here everything is so rough.
I order a drink, but as soon as I finish it I decide to leave. I light a cigarette and put it between my lips, I look down at my feet, I crouch down to tie my shoe.
Two shadows, however, cover my sight, preventing me from fastening it. I look up to see two tall men watching me.
《Are you Kim Taehyung?》
I get up to the level of the man who speaks to me, but they are still taller than me.
I remove the cigarette from my lips.
I throw out the smoke.
《Uh? Yeah, it's me.》
The man grins and brings his phone to his ear.
《Boss, I found him.》
Immediately after another man arrives who reaches him to encircle me like the other, but stands between the other two.
《Here is the boy who fucks my wife.》
My eyes widen. This situation is not real, it cannot be. Not so much because of the sentence he just said, but because their faces are not new to me.
《Hey, aren't you the jerk who destroyed my car?!》 The man comes even closer to me.
Shit.
Fuck fuck fuck. This man, apparently Belle's husband and the man Jungkook and I destroyed the car of are the same. But what joke of fate is it? Tell me that all of this is an illusion. (A / N: if you are confused, Tae is referring to a chapter in the book "I'll be your compass", my Taekook story.)
《Yes, he is!》 One of his friends replies drowned as soon as he recognizes me.
I step back, but my back touches the wall. I look around as the three men get even closer to me. I'm slightly screwed.
《So not only do you destroy cars, but you also fuck other people's wives, huh?!》 Everyone gets closer and closer.
《Apparently.》 I say sarcastically. I'm screwed anyway.
《I'll make you pay for it you son of a bitch! Get him!》
One of his henchmen throws himself towards me but I am faster, I avoid him to go under his arm and run away, I run as fast as possible, but fate has other plans for me.
My foot tramples on the untied lace of before, making me fall inevitably, I put my hands forward but this is not enough to protect me, my chin crawls on the asphalt, making me run away moans of pain. It burns to death and I feel the hot red liquid pour as soon as I try to get up.
I feel fear to take possession of my body, I have never found myself in such a fucking situation.
I do not have time to do anything, a strong hand takes me by the neck, his fingers tighten around my throat preventing me from breathing, he raises me up and with such a cruel look and spits in my face before speaking.
《You are going to suffer.》 he growls in my ear.
I look the man in the eyes before closing them and accepting my fate.
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Yo guys! Sorry for the anxious cliffhanger!
I've been away for a while, sorry! But I'm having complexes with my writing and my way of writing, classic moments of insecurity in which I think my stories are shitty and nobody likes them. Everything normal.🙃
For the rest I'm ok, exams almost finished. I need 2 more for this month. And you guys? How is school going?