Sigma rule #44

Sleepy eyes, heavy heart with a busy mind 

only makes you serve deeper to the sadness; avoid it. 

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What seemed like a fairytale crashed in front of Taehyung. What appeared like peace, what seemed like happiness, vanished from his sight.

Everything hushed for him. He couldn't hear anything. Not even his own voice. At that point, nothing mattered to him more than the love of his life, who was in his arms—why wasn't he saying anything, why wasn't he looking at him like he invariably does.

Nevertheless, his eyes were dwelling with tears—he managed to gawk at him—It was so blurred. Why, why. . . why wouldn't he look at him? Though his limbs felt weak—the male ran, rushed towards the emergency van. His eyes never left the one who was in his arms—lifelessly—he flickered his eyes rapidly, stuffing off the tears once again.

His hands shuddered as he placed Jungkook's body over the stretcher inside the ambulance. The alpha was visibly turning pale. He was inhaling with difficulty. His eyes wouldn't stop shedding. "Jungkook, I b-beg you, please, don't go away." He whispered. He felt a chunk build up in his throat. "Koo. . ."

He continued whispering, before turning around and letting the parents accompany his mate in the ambulance. His eyes were red, swollen with pain. Just pain. . .

"TaeTae, I want this ice cream,"

"I'm not silly you are!"

His heart was worried. He wished nothing but to hide his love from the lines of his hand. Why him? Why does he have to go through all of this? All he drew his mind was Jungkook and his grandpa—He failed to save him and he does not want to—

"You pineapple!"

A heart that clenches slowly indicated how keen he felt. He had no control over his eyes. Namjoon was the one who was driving the car behind the ambulance. The rains outside and the rains inside added considerably more to the melancholy. 

"Admit it TaeTae, you're scared of dogs, haha!"

He never expected his life to play like this with him. He left so lost, lost in the darkness—the darkness he always embraced. It stings, it undoubtedly hurts, he wished to confess that out loud. It simply felt like yesterday he proposed to Jungkook to marry him—

"TaeTae, can you please reject your mate?"

Memories that yesterday felt so blissful, today feel so painful. His state was miserable. The tone was like the crippled melody of a violin—So mellow, so empty. Just like the melody would have, his feelings seeped right into his heart. Though he held in so many sentiments at once, he felt empty.

"Come and sleep in the bedroom. The floor is cold,"

Cold; Cold is what he felt. Dazed; dazed was the brain. Heavy; heavy was his heart—why is his destiny determined to separate them? The feeling was something that he carried not to feel after he lost his grandfather and after he isolated himself from his family and mate for a whole span of five years.

"You will come back right, TaeTae?"

Jungkook urged him to the question, but—now, will he come back? Will Jungkook come back to Taehyung? Sulking. Pouting. Giggling. Or even weeping. Will he ever? Taehyung rubbed the tears that were sliding from his eyes. Solely if he had the powers to end the night here and here—he would have.

The sigma's body ached, appearing to feel half of Jungkook's pain. What did the boy ever do? What was his mistake? Was it loving him? Getting associated with someone as weak as him— A man with a curse? Or was it being an omnipotent alpha? he was playing the last moment and now he is—he—he isn't even moving?

"Te Amo, Taehyungie hyungie"

Taehyung couldn't bear it anymore. His wolf removed a howl—a painful one. What did Jungkook even do to Baekhyun? To his couch and to the referee? Why would they even do something like that to him? To his mate? They had replaced the regular gloves with the ones that had silvery qualities.

It produced a huge burn on the alpha's ribs and lead to instant poisoning.

"You can't catch me, haha!"

Taehyung drew heavy steps toward the hospital where the ambulance stopped at. But before stepping into the building, the fellow turned around to have a glimpse of the shimmering moon. The stars were not visible. The stars they watched together disappeared, suddenly.

Jungkook was quickly taken to the emergency room. Taehyung promptly rushed to watch the younger being taken on the stretcher. His heart broke into a million more pieces when he saw the alpha painfully opening his eyes. "K-Koo. . ." his voice was as cracked. "B-baby, L-Look at me," he sought to take the lad's attention. 

Taehyung wished to accompany his companion to the operation, but at the same time, an old man called a cardiac arrest in the hospital itself. His head was bleeding due to falling into the bathroom.

Taehyung's head swam in misery. When he forestalled his gaze towards the old man on the stretcher. There, he saw his grandpa. He heard his voice again. He picked up the voices.

"Y-you w-will b-become a doc-doctor w-when you g-grow up, r-right?"

Before he could drive himself subtle, he heard a senior surgeon seeking if he could help him with the emergency of the old man. Taehyung couldn't take it. He had to make a decision. He had to make a choice between his love and the one who gave him an aim in life. His steps broke off promptly. Just then, he heard. . .

"TaeTae.." Jungkook faintly whispered, Taehyung had no choice. He had to— "I'm sorry, Jungkook. I need to go."

Before the sigma could even take a step near the old man, Namjoon interrupted him. He held his younger brother in his arms as Jin, who was getting ready for his brother's surgery, turned down the offer for Taehyung to the senior doctor and suggested another alternative to him.

"Taehyung. Taehyung, listen to me!" The guy shook the one who was too numb to even acknowledge. "Hey, listen to me," the former held the male's jaw, tenderly driving him to look at him. "Where is that box? Grandma Kim's box?—"before the Namjoon could even continue, Taehyung shoved his fingers into his pocket.

And the next moment, the elder fellow had the velvety box in his palms. Namjoon, in his mind, recited the riddle to break the curse he had learned through the book, "Sigma—the curse." 

When the lamp in the night changes its colors,

the two sides go through struggles.

You're the prey.

The one who carries the authority over death and fate is the sigma.

The one looking for power doesn't see emotions, strategy, or right and wrong.

Be beware or he will end you.

Choose yourself and no sides.

Now that he summarizes the lines, they concluded to make sense to him. Yet he opened the box for the solution. It appeared to not give out a long description of the riddle. But had a few pieces of pages that simulated what Namjoon was previously pondering and looking for.

Taehyung did not look into it. His eyes and body both were restless. It wasn't too usual for a person like Taehyung to lose perseverance like that.

The elder, regardless of how many tedious and concerning thoughts were in his mind, referring to what could actually happen to the two, he sought his best to look into the clues. He could now examine that in the riddle—the lamp meant the moon.

When the moon changes its colors; blue moon.

He could now figure out what it meant by "two sides struggling". The two sides struggling were Jungkook; his light. And Darkness; Taehyung's past showing up in front of him by various means.

"Prey," Taehyung undoubtedly was the prey. Directly or indirectly—If Jungkook loses his wolf, Taehyung would too. And it merely meant dying.

As implied by the riddle and by the referred clue box, Taehyung had to choose himself over his light and his dark. Because only if he stayed away from Jungkook for the night, it might not induce what it meant to.

It might break his curse.

He knew Taehyung would not take notice of it. He would considerably die then choose himself. The elderly sigma appeared to not have time to formulate him to leave and stay away from Jungkook for the night—he had no choice either, too. Namjoon forcibly drew his brother in a particular direction.

It was Jin's cabin; on an upper floor. Without a word, the erstwhile locked the male inside the room. But particularly if he had brought about that, Taehyung had no power even left to protest. He was so numb. He had nothing really on his mind.

Jungkook's sliver poisoning was undeniably a complicated case. His ribs had a brownish burn around them. Will he be strong enough to bear it? They say mornings draw a new light to us. But—will this night ever end? Will this darkness ever end?

Did he do wrong about embracing his darkness? 

There his love was on the verge of dying and merely if it could have been declared that his state was any better. Taehyung leaned his back on the door and slide down. This was his breaking point. He could tell his brother was speaking something—but all he could feel was the pain. All he would hear were the voices of his grandpa and Jungkook. And all he could see were the memories dying.

He recalls that one day—five years ago. It was his initial surgery practice in his medical college; he certainly did not expect himself to run out of the room. The dead body was of an old man—it hurt him, it pained his heart. The hallucinations and delusions unquestionably weren't helping him—he was struggling to pacify himself—when; he received a call from his parents. It was Jungkook's birthday. He knew the way he was speaking was not appropriate, but if he did not appear to act like that to him, his alpha mate would have predicted his condition due to his developing state as an omnipotent alpha.

It simply would have provoked him to give up on Jungkook. It would've caused Jungkook to harm himself. The things between them would have previously ended—if that day he carried to not talk to him like that.

Being away from Jungkook induced the sigma to become vulnerable. When he was with the younger, he did not face any delusions and hallucinations, but later when his mate was developing his powers, he had to go away from him—until he learns to control himself. Until then, he had to deal with all of those. Deal with the darkness of his past.

But—now, after doing all of this, after cutting his love—his mate for those five years, which weren't anything but a big nightmare for him, he had to go through all of this, again. Wasn't it enough of separation for them? Wasn't it enough of the conditions they had dealt with already?

Now, why? When everything was coming together well—why did his love has to go through all of this? He wasn't selfish—he knew Jungkook was his vulnerability and an alpha of an omnipotent type, which simply meant the alpha to harm himself due to his curse—to save Jungkook in his developing phase; He moved abroad; so was it because he came back? Was it because he was again close to his alpha?

Was it? 

Taehyung planted his palm over his chest; it was getting hard to breathe. His anxiety was clogging him from within. The whole night, he continued crying. Shedding. Dry woods simply burn quicker, faster with pain. The heart is just like a mirror and the emotions solely appeared to hammer over it.

How do you describe sadness? A heavy chest; slowed and tough breathing. A disconnection with themselves. A sense of being trapped in something and not being strong enough to escape. Dizzy head. Hollow yet smoldering eyes. How do you wish me to describe it; It is Saudade?

The night was slow; it was long. So long that he certainly couldn't handle himself. What do you do when you wish to pass out but—you literally can't? What do you do when you want to escape this feeling of emptiness but—you surely do not want to?

The dawn was dull. Until the moon appeared to not disappear into the skies, Taehyung kept peering at it. The glimpse was the sun merely brought a little hope into him; that maybe his companion would have been fine now. That—their severe phase of the blue moon had ended.

It had ended, really.

The door was freed by Jin and Namjoon, but he undoubtedly didn't really care. The sigma seized faster steps towards the room ascribed to his mate. Vacant doorways, everybody outside was deep in slumber; drawing a little rest after the long night. Taehyung remained outside the room, eyes still floating.

Tears. . . What are tears? Nothing but a reaction to soothe ourselves, but why wouldn't they end? Why?

Eyes that curved up, smiling at his mate were now curving down. "My little one," he murmured, mopping his eyes. "Why wouldn't you look at me?" bitting his lips, he sought his best to not break down further. He was in Jungkook's room, now. Gawking at his alpha, who wouldn't open his eyes.

He never considered so confusing before. He never thought—He actually never speculated about all of his impending dreams with his partner tumbling like this. Taehyung deliberately got up from the stool he was sitting on and leaned down to kiss the boy's forehead.

As he closed his eyes, his glassy eyes passed out a drop of tears to Jungkook's eyes. The former, gaining back his posture, rubbed his own tear from the younger's face, caressing his beard cheeks so softly.

"Jungkook-ah, please open your eyes. It- It hurts Taetae to see his little one like this. Please wake up, my baby." 

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