"Why did you do it, love? Just why!?"

30/12/20
Rewritten :: 24/09/24

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Third person POV

The only sound that filled the room was of the ceiling fan, the blonde's eyes fixed at the fan. Turning around on the mattress, he tucked his palm under his head, wide awake the clock pointing at two in the morning. 

The window on the wall allows the moonlight to peek in the room. After Jungkook said those hateful words to him, the younger had silently followed the guard, hesitant to go back to the room that was painted in white and gave him headaches, heart fearing about the lack of human presence he was going to feel once again. 

But Taehyung was left confused when the guard took an unexpected turn, leading him to a different room. Where, the walls were painted in a soft shade of green with wider space and an addition of a small shelf filled with some books, a smile taking over his lips. 

As the blonde quickly walked toward the window, small but large enough to see the sky, the windowsill was Taehyung's favourite. Turning around to face the younger guard who softly smiled at him, nodding his head assuringly. 

Taehyung had grinned happily, but his happiness didn't last long, expressions falling down when he watched a familiar shorter male enter the room, Taehyung gazed nervously at the other.

Unsure of what to expect, he fidgeted with his fingers, the other smiling almost mockingly at his figure, stepping ahead only to have Jinyoung stepped in between them, he looked dead in Jimin's orbs who looked back at him challenging. 

Throwing his hands in the air, the man turned his direction toward Taehyung whose head was the only thing visible from behind Jinyoung, wide puppy eyes meeting Jimin's. 

“Are you happy, Taehyungie? New room? I see.” The male hummed, nodding his head to himself as he looked around the room, tying his hands behind his back, his chelsea boots stomping against the floor loudly. 

“Aren't these rooms for maids and guards, Jinyoung?” The male asked, facing the guard who kept his mouth shut, Taehyung biting his lips at the syllables. 

“Jungkook shifted you to the back of the mansion, I mean I can't blame him. If I was at his place I also wouldn't want to keep a pawn and a murderer around myself.” Jimin uttered, smiling, stepping closer to Taehyung as the blonde stole a glance at him with sad eyes.

His sight falling down on his own ring finger, the wedding ring sitting there perfectly, Taehyung looked up, Jinyoung standing in front of him, he took a deep breath. Heart breaking at the rudeness of the person he thought was his friend, Jungkook's words resonated in his ears.

As Taehyung matched his eyesight with Jimin's, the words rolled out of his tongue without his permission,

“I am not a murderer.” Jimin's expressions fell, hardening as he stepped closer to Taehyung, Jinyoung's defending position stopping him to reach the blonde who clenched his fists by his side, the other's glare raising goosebumps on his skin.

“Aww, did I just hear the pawn talk back?” Jimin cooed, red hue hugging Taehyung's cheeks as he refused to step back. Shrinking toward the guard when Jimin took a step closer, colliding with Jinyoung and glaring at him. 

Taehyung felt the heat of anger radiating from Jimin's figure, unconsciously tugging at the guard's shirt from the back, Jimin's eyes fell on the gesture as a smirk took over his lips. 

He pushed the guard away, “C'mon, I am not interested in hurting this weakling.” He rolled his eyes, forcefully making the guard step away, who still looked alert, ready to jump into action just in case as Jimin looked closely at Taehyung's face.

Narrowing his eyes, the pinch in between his eyebrows, he smiled mockingly, crossing his arms on his chest and even when the elder was a few inches shorter from Taehyung, his demour towered above the blonde. 

“So you aren't a murderer?” The elder asked, the blonde forcing his expressions to look cold as he let out a “No. I am not.” But the other second, Jimin was loudly laughing at his face, leaning toward him. The elder whispered. 

“So what are you? I heard you stripped in front of these low-lifes?—” Taehyung's cold expressions fell as his heart stopped in his chest, gazing at Jimin's pupils he saw his own reflection, remembering those events he felt his orbs burned once again. 

“And by looking at your gestures I think you must have enjoyed it, no?—” Jimin side glanced at Taehyung's clenched finger around Jinyoung's shirt as the blonde immediately let go, drawing out a chuckle from Jimin, “—You say, you aren't a mureder, so does the mafia boss has kept you here as a little entertainment for his guards?” 

A loud gasp left Taehyung's strawberry lips, eyes burning, filling with an angry shade of red, the moisture in them not affecting Jimin in the slightest as he raised his palm and tapped against the blonde's cheek, smiling widely, he stood straight. 

“Take good care of our guards, Taehyung. You couldn't be a nice human but make sure to be a good sl-t.” A single tear kissed the blonde's cheek which he wiped hurriedly, looking down and stare at his own feet. Taehyung bit on his lip to prevent himself from showing any emotion to the elder.

The male chuckled, stepping away as he left the room. Taehyung's skin burning where Jimin had touched him, his skin crawling with shame and disrespect. 

The blonde wiped his cheek away, sitting up straight on the bed as he rubbed the skin with the help of the duvet, the darkness spreaded in the room hiding his tears. And he let his hand fall limp when his cheek burned and turned red with all the rubbing, Taehyung sniffled loudly. 

Jinyoung had softly assured him that none of Jungkook's guards thought bad of him and that Jimin's words didn't matter but the more Taehyung thought about those syllables the more his heart hurt. The blonde pushed the duvet away, standing up as he walked toward the window.

Sliding the curtains away and then the glass, he let the cold breeze hit him over his face, shuddering with cold, Taehyung curled his arms around himself, looking up at the moon lonely in the sky, he let a few drop of water slip down from his eyes, immediately drying by the cold wind. 

The silence in the room was so loud, the darkness and the midnight forcing Taehyung's mind to dwell on the thoughts, the younger male didn't think of once. Jimin's words and Jungkook's actions make his heart ache and brain over think. 

Taehyung wanted to say so many words and ask so many questions but his tongue stayed tied in his mouth. The loud silence of the room made him known of his reality, his head hurt as Taehyung took a hold of the curtain in his fist, clenching it tight. 

But he flinched, horrored when the door of his room opened, gasping as he shrank back. The raven met his sight with wide eyes, frozen at his place. Taehyung's heart leapt in his chest as he took a step back fearfully. 

“J-jungkook.. w-what—” Taehyung stuttered, confused and scared at the mafia's appearance in his room at such an hour, the mafia's eyes narrowed, shoulders straightening as he uttered his orders with a firm voice. 

“Make me a coffee.” Taehyung nodded unsure, wiping his wet cheeks, he sniffled and walked ahead, the raven following from behind, his figure close to the blonde's, who took deep breaths to calm his thoughts, his shivering digits didn't go unnoticed by the mafia.

As Jungkook sat down on the couch, glaring at Taehyung with his sharp features, the open kitchen was empty with anybody's presence but those two. Taehyung brought out the stuff from the cabinet and set them up on the kitchen island, mindlessly working, mind still fixed at Jimin's words.

His caramel orbs stole a glance at the mafia who was staring in the thin air, away from his figure as Taehyung debated in his mind. The mafia initially wanted him to sign the contract of Prostitution but he let him go, why?

Taehyung bit on his lips, warming the milk, he leaned on the counter, closing his eyes tiredly. If Jungkook really wanted him to entertain his guards, if the mafia actually expected him to do something so vulgar? 

Taehyung chewed on his lower lip, drawing out blood from the delicate skin when he heard the milk overflowing from the saucepan, gasping. He quickly switched off the induction, grabbing the kitchen towel and dropping it over the spilled milk. 

In hurry, grabbing the saucepan from the metal part and not the handle, flinching as a hiss escaped his lips, his digits burning. He heard the mafia click his tongue, shaking his head as he went back to check his phone, ignoring Taehyung's existence, the blonde looked down at his burned skin, clenching them tighter. 

He absorbed the pain, closing his eyes and blinking the moisture away from them, the blonde sniffled, cleaning the spilled milk as he warmed another glass, pouring it into the coffee. 

The male held the cup, his burned skin coming in contact with the ceramic, Taehyung hissed, forwarding the coffee-filled cup to Jungkook, careful to not spill as the mafia's sight fell on the red digits.

He looked up at the younger, who stepped back and stood silently at his place, fidgeting with his fingers, Taehyung kept on stealing glances at the raven who was busy taking a sip of the hot beverage. 

The blonde's eyes water, knowing very well about Jungkook faking his love for his revenge but the younger couldn't help and wonder if the male didn't feel an ounce of love toward him, did Jungkook feel nothing toward him.

The amount of time the raven spent with him, almost a year of time, didn't make Jungkook feel slightest affection toward him. No care? Nothing? Taehyung quickly wiped away the first tear that rolled his eyes.

Unable to understand why he kept on crying? Why even a millisecond of gaze at the raven made him feel hurt, why his heart ached painfully whenever his sight met with Jungkook's. 

He had been given the cold shoulder for his whole life, he had been called names and insulted his whole life. He was familiar with rude words and painful beatings, then why even a frown from Jungkook broke his heart, why a single glance of disappointment from the raven made him want to die.

His father never talked with him, Taehyung never had heartfelt chats with anyone, he was used to loud silence then why Jungkook's silence was so defying for his heart. 

A sob threatened to escape the blonde's lips who shook his head, reminding himself of Jungkook's presence in the room, trying his best to not appear weak in front of the raven, but he was weak. 

A soft hiccup left his strawberry lips, pulling Jungkook's attention who kept the cup down and looked at the blonde with frowning eyebrows. As he put his phone away and called for the younger, the name rolled out of his mouth, a last stroke for the younger. 

“Taehyung..” Jungkook's soft whisper made Taehyung look at the mafia with wide watered orbs, his expressions twitching as his lower lip wobbled and one more cry escaped his lips.

“Why are you crying?” Jungkook asked, sounding so confused and worried that it made Taehyung angry as he scrunched his nose in furry, the mafia's heart shattering with how vulnerable and innocent the younger appeared.

“W-why are you doing this, Jungkook?” Taehyung stuttered, the mafia blinked at him. 

“I have—

“No! Let me speak!” Taehyung exclaimed, shutting the mafia who looked wide eyed at the younger as the younger stepped closer and kneeled down in front of Jungkook, meeting his sight with almond eyes vulnerable. 

“Why did you do this, J-Jungkookie? W-why?” Taehyung asked his question, one after another tear slipping down his cheek and falling down on Jungkook's trousers.

“I-i get it! I get it! Mr. K-kim did you wrong, s-so wrong. H-he deserves a-all cruel things you planned for h-him but I– I d-did n-nothing, J-Jungkookie.” Taehyung cried out, sniffling loudly as he wiped his tears away only to have new ones flow down, he held the mafia's hands in his, staring at those fingers with loving gaze, the touch he used to carve now burning. Charcoal orbs fixed at his locks.

“I-i loved you, Koo. I-I wanted to be h-happy with you. I-i just wanted a little love. J-just a tiny bit.” Taehyung stuttered, loud voice dying down to soft whispers as he gazed up at the mafia, tilting his head, blonde locks falling on his forehead, eyes moist and nose red. 

“You hated me, o-okay I g-get it. You could have kidnapped me kook, y-you could have tortured me, y-you could ask J-jackson to break m-my limbs b-but why betrayed m-me, Jungkookie?” Taehyung uttered, clenching Jungkook's hands tighter in his palm, crying out his questions. The mafia responded only with silences. 

“I loved you so dearly, Jungkook—” A sob escaped Taehyung's mouth, he struggled to keep shut, letting his words fall without caring about anything. 

“If you had asked me I-i would have given you my world, l-love. I-i would have kill myself b-but you— You d-did me so dirty, kook.” Taehyung stuttered, his throat tightening with the pain of betrayal and heartbreak.

“J-jimin said you s-shifted me to the guards area to be t-their little entertainment— I-I can't Jungkook.” The younger whispered, looking up at the mafia with such painful expressions that Jungkook felt a tug in his heart, eyebrows pinching at the mansion of the elder male.

“Jimin said what—

“I-I can't do that, Jungkook. Pl-please don't make me a s-slu— I-I can't.” Taehyung cut the mafia again, unhearing the mafia's words as he wailed loudly, tightening his hold on the raven's digits, tugging them against his own cheek, he begged for his answers.

“Since I-i came here, you kept silent, you o-only said what needed to be s-said, Jungkook. Pl-please answer me, l-love. W-why did you— why?” Taehyung breathed with difficulty, words dissolving in air, mixing with his sobs and hiccups. 

“I used to feel so nice when I used to look at the moon but n-now, the moonlight reminds me of the million silences hidden underneath it—” Taehyung looked up at Jungkook, weeping as he stared at the mafia's face.

“I-i was hardly t-ten years old, Jungkookie. W-when Mr. Kim killed y-your parents. I-i swore on my dead-mother, kook. I-i knew nothing. I-if I had known a-about his d-doings, I-I would have fallen on my knees a-and begged you for forgiveness.” Taehyung shook his head, silent tears on his cheeks and Jungkook's eyes burned with warmness he had never felt in years. 

“I-i can beg you for forgiveness b-but this betrayal s-shit hurt. I-it is hurting so bad, kook. I-i can't breathe. I-it's suffocating. Please, J-jungkook answer me, w-what was my f-fault? W-why punished m-me?” As Taehyung let his head fall on Jungkook's lap, letting go of his hands and capturing the fabric of his trousers instead, a loud sob echoed in the space as the blonde's shoulder shook. 

“Y-you wanted to make me wish for death, I-I am begging you J-jungkookie, please, pl-please k-kill me. I-I can't take your silence any longer.” Taehyung wept loudly, Jungkook's hand travelling to the blonde lock as he caressed them, the mafia's trousers wetting by tears he wasn't sure of to whom they belonged. 

As Taehyung cried out in Jungkook's lap, curled on the floor for the answers to his questions, but do tears ever have tongue. 

“W-what was my fault, J-Jungkookie? W-where I go wrong?” Taehyung cried his questions, the mafia didn't know how to answer. 
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