Wrong To Be His Alpha || Tk 𐤀

✴️ CHAPTER 44 ✴️

                  End of Everything 🥀

A warm cafe corner, dim illumination around the whole cozy abode of beverage. The smell of fresh coffee in the air creates an aesthetic symphony of peace and solace with the unblemished pace of suave announcement of arriving winter. The glass gets foggy, weakened strength of the sun screams in the ears of the hibernation lovers to prepare for slumber, a long and cold one.

The man in his thirties resides by the foggy glass window of the winter, a thick trench coat wrapped around his frame, his eyes gazing at the snow-covered trees of pine, dead, broken, weary leaves, very few, the remaining ones, lying dead on the road, the mattress of snow underneath to lessen their pain of death.

The wait of the man comes to an end as another man in thick clothing sits in front of his chair. The coffee, ordered earlier arrives in a blink of an eye and the whole talk, meeting, and goodbyes come in the same manner.

Standing by the side of the road, the cars rushing by his side, the man in trench coat wraps a scarf around his exposed neck, the cold increase when in contact to the outer world, the temperature fairly lower than the inside of the cafe. His phone rings loudly. Impatience in every of his act he receives it with a rush,

Jk: "Hello?"

Jackson: "Jungkook."

Jk: "Yes, Hyung."

Jackson: "You are ready right?"

Jk: "Of course I am."

Jackson: "You don't have to do it."

Jk: "I know. But I want to, Hyung. He deserved this long before. I am late. I don't want to miss this chance."

Jackson: "Okay. I am there for you. So is neyeon. Remember that."

Jk: "I will. Thank you, Hyung."

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The door to a specific hospital room opens, the night has aged finely with twinkling diamonds on the vast expanse of the darkness.

Jungkook enters the room in silence, his footsteps, silenced with effort, his hands gripping a bouquet of white roses that he picked from a flower shop on his way.

The room appears to be dimly lit, the white walls reflecting the illumination source to the bare minimum, a tired figure lay on the hospital bed, pale, listless.

A few steps to the sleeping man, Jungkook sits by the chair and that is all it takes to break him down. His tears flow in vast quantities, denying every hard objection of his to abstain.

The conversation of the day, the very beginning of the day comes to his mind like lights, floods, and droughts. A unique blend of unexplainable emotions plays in his heart, making him unable to decipher the root of it. Is it pain? Why shall it be pain?

His whimpers turn to sobs, resonating loudly in the whole room of echoing walls.

"Why are you crying?" An inquiry brings him to pay attention to the other sleeping man. Now awake, gazing at him with pearly eyes, stained with concern.

Jungkook feels his tears flood more, he can't control them. Not anymore. Who knew his resolution of never breaking down will fail this miserably, now, and like this?

A wave of realization crosses the older man's eyes. Slightly widening his orbs, his lids flutter a few times. Taking a deep breath in Tae gazes towards the younger. His lips form a knowing smile. Pain, suffering, agony, and struggles, everything will end now. All of his sadness will see their demise. Finally.

The older finds the roses by the younger man's side. White roses. He loves roses. Grabbing the beautiful bouquet of grace, he brings them closer to his nose. Heavy, the bouquet feels quite heavy in his weak hands. He doesn't let his smile falter, he speaks through the flowers,

Tae: "Everything is ending. Am I right?" The tears, now composed by the younger alpha, Jungkook wipes the stains off crudely. His eyes are red, breaths, shallow due to his wails. He looks up to meet the gaze of the love of his life, smiling lightly, he nods his head.

Jk: "Everything is ending. And we will start a new chapter of our life. A new story, a new book."

Stunned, Taehyung remains speechless. Shocked, surprised by the results that are just delivered to him. New chapter? Of life?

Jungkook comes closer to the submissive alpha. Cradling the older man's pale face in his rough, warm hands, he places a gentle kiss on his forehead, his infatuation cascades down in the form of kisses to the nose, to the lips, and seals their infinite love bond.

Jk: "My Taetae.." He whispers after breaking the kiss, "You have healed."

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Early morning cafe corner

??: "Jungkook, good morning."

Jk: "Morning Doc."

Doc: "Excited to hear the results?"

Jk: "Nervous,"

Doc: "Don't be. Thanks to all the care given till today, he is okay. Congratulations! He has overcome the hard struggle of death. Keep him safe."

Jk: "Thank you. I will."

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