Wrong To Be His Alpha || Tk 𐤀

🔸 CHAPTER 25 🔸

      •|| No regrets , Not anymore ||•

The door of the silent house opens through the force applied by the person who enters slowly in the room. As if reconciling every bit of what has happened here, his eyes travelling through every cavern, every wall, every feature of the stiff building. His concentrated, clear brown eyes meet a specific photo frame that resides on the memory wall with all it's lost grace and pride.

Both the people captured in the large square frame seem to have disappeared. Unblinking, his eyes remain focused at the pictures. Ambling towards the object of memory, he traces the features of the people in there. An alpha & an Omega of same age smile at each other, one with a fond loving aura, the other with outer cold appearance. Good, perfect, yet ironical, they seem. They show the best balance of truth and lie, worth and gain, show and feelings.

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Wearing a red hoodie that Jungkook had bought for Yeon, the omega stands in the winter sun, comforted, happy, blissfulness surrounding his facial features. His soft orbs keeps gazing at the apparent cold one, his mate, Jungkook. That picture is a memory of how their Christmas was spent every year. Yeon waited for it with such an enthusiasm that it defeated the count of days they set for the day to finally arrive.

Jungkook strokes the picture with a blend of weird feelings. The type of emotions that don't fit in together in very normal circumstances. Happiness of recalling a good memory, sadness after being vigorously struck by the truth of the person being non existent. He felt the charge of happiness and sadness intertwined together, being stronger in affect, wrapping his senses as a hard liquor does. Concentrated, painful, yet pleasure worthy.

With gentle hands he takes the picture down from the wall. Holding it in his hands his eyes begin to water, fluttering emotions crowd the whole of his being. He was a lie, he is a lie, his confession was an act, a trial of assurance that had failed miserably enough.

But Yeon was true to his own feelings. The love that he showed, said, felt and claimed was never fake, it was never a facade, never an act. A bitter smile breaks from him, the tears flow in a silent apology.

Jk: "I am sorry yeon. I wish I had not lied, not confessed my love that never existed.." He wished to comfortable the other, but unexpectedly, unfortunately it turned the other way round. He finds himself to be the reason of one's death, he stands himself as a murderer, a killer who mentally killed the person who loved him. He agrees with himself for being the reason behind his and taehyung's separation. He had made the older alpha tired.

Yeon in the photo long ceases to exist. So does the Jungkook in it. He regrets, he accepts and corrects now. The Jungkook he was before shall never return, he believes. The photo stays removed, not crowning the wall with it's beauty, but remaining a grace in itself. They say memories are jewels and shall be preserved as beautiful assets of life. The photo does not picture reality, but it shows the reality how picturesque the life shall be. It sets as an example, a prefect of true love.

As per his promise he tries his very best at the moment to act as a best friend.

The sun still sound asleep,waiting for it's own alarm to ring and wake him up from the deep slumber. The young dominant alpha stands outside his house, casually dressed, tired after a couple of hours of exercise and jogging, partly sweating due to apparent nervousness if the continuous jog isn't to be blamed. Confused of where to start his journey towards being a friend is hectic, having the pressure of the influencial word 'best' before it seems far cry.

Will it really be easy to earn the trust of Taehyung? Even if it comes out as an easy task, is he really worthy of trust? The speed of his jog comes to an abrupt halt when the thought of it crosses his mind. He can try, if luck sides him, he might even get the trust of his loved person. But is he really worthy?