𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓣⓗⓘⓡⓣⓨⓕⓞⓤⓡ

"No , you're not," Taehyung spat, his blood boiling, his hands reaching out to him "You are not a killer. You are not a monster. This is not you. It never was you. You're only doing this because of me. I made you like this. I changed you. Fuck, Jungkook. This isn't you... This isn't you... I turned you into a monster... I'm so sorry..."

Jungkook frowned and pushed Taehyung off of him, taking a step back. He seemed hurt.

"No, the fact that you left me, that you abandoned me, turned me into a monster," he disagreed. "We were fine before you left. You did your own thing, and I followed you. Everything worked out. We loved each other. We were one. And then you tore yourself out of my heart. You fucking left me here to bleed and die."

"Jungkook, no, I⎼"

"I don't think I can forgive you, Taehyung," Jungkook whispered, the words escaping his mouth before he could think of the repercussions.

Taehyung stopped.

"What are you trying to say..." Taehyung said sternly, anger growing inside of him.

"I thought I was broken before. But it's you who truly broke me, Taehyung," Jungkook mumbled, his voice cracking.

Taehyung shook his head. No. After all they had been through, after all he had done to keep this relationship going, all the sacrifices and changes he had done for him... he refused. Jungkook had made him a better person. He had showed him love and acceptance, comfort and trust. He had changed his whole life around for the better, and he could not let go of that. No. He wished he had not left. He wished he could take it all back. He wished he could have taken Jungkook with him. He regretted it all so much. So fucking much. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his bottom lip quivered, words just waiting to be spoken on his lips.

"I loved you so much, Taehyung..." Jungkook muttered, looking down to the floor, his own eyes filling with tears.

"No. Don't say that. You still do," Taehyung answered, panicked.

"I can't forgive you," he mumbled as tears fell, looking back at him.

As much as Jungkook did love him, it was not the same anymore. Something had changed inside of him, and inside of Taehyung too. He could feel it. When he looked at Taehyung, he saw someone who deserted him, who left him alone in a world he knew he could not handle. The sad memories overpowered the happy ones, and he felt at a loss. He wanted to fight for him, to try and go back to the way things were... but he could not. He did not have the strength to do so. Apart from his body breathing and moving, he felt dead. There was nothing left inside of him. He was empty.

"Yes, you can, Jungkook! We can go back to how we were! I'm so fucking sorry, Jungkook... fuck... I regret it! I regret everything I did! I should have told you, I should have called you, I should have brought you..." Taehyung spat out, scared, losing himself in his thoughts.

He fell to his knees, defeated, looking up at Jungkook. He gripped at his chest, as if it would stop the tearing pain he felt. He sobbed as Jungkook gulped and turned away from him, exiting the bathroom. No. No. No. He shot back up, grabbing Jungkook's shirt and pulling him closer. Jungkook turned and pushed him away to no avail; Taehyung's hands gripped Jungkook's wrists with such force he bruised him. Taehyung begged and begged, Jungkook's only response trying to escape his restraint.

"Let me go, Taehyung, it'll only hurt more if you hold on," Jungkook sobbed, fighting against his own feelings.

"No, I won't, you can't leave, you can't go, I⎼" Taehyung started.

He yelled as Jungkook sunk his teeth deep into his hand, making him let go. His bloody hand reached right back to his arm, pushing him against the lurid bathroom wall. He held him against it forcefully, refusing to let him go under any circumstance. He could not leave him. They had worked so hard to get where they were. They were made for each other. He could not go. He could not. No. No. No. He shut the door and locked it.

"You're making it harder for the both of us, Taehyung... let me go..." Jungkook cried, his frail body too weak to fight against him.

"I can't⎼ You can't⎼" Taehyung mumbled as he looked away, words failing to come out his mouth.

In his moment of weakness, Jungkook pushed him off with the last strength he had left in his body and turn to the door, fingers fumbling to unlock it. He cursed at his broken fingers and shaking hands, breathing heavily as he thought about what he was doing. This was the best for both of them. He had been too hurt by Taehyung's departure, and he was clearly not the same anymore. There was something different about him. Something had happened when he left. He knew it. He was hiding something. Jungkook knew he was making the right decision. He⎼

He gasped as he felt the cold metal pierce through his hip, his hands instinctively hovering over the bloody blade that tore through his shirt. He wiped the drop of blood that fell from his lips, staring at the red smear on his hand in awe. He had always wondered what it would feel like to be killed, to know that you were going to die. He had never expected it to be from the hands of his lover. Oh, how the tables had turned. He found himself stabbed in the room Taehyung killed people in. In the end, had this been planned all along? Was this what was meant to be? Had he finally found the death he had always hoped for? By the hands of his Angel of Death... Was this fate?

Taehyung took the blade out and dropped it on the floor, his shaking hands unable to control themselves anymore. He sobbed as he watched Jungkook turn back to him, blood smeared on his lips, with the faintest of smiles on his face. He caught him as he fell, holding his body tenderly in his arms. He sat on the blood crusted floor as his hand pushed down on the wound, helplessly trying to stop the blood that poured out. He stared, crying loudly, as Jungkook's hand reached to his face ever so slowly, brushing the tips of his fingers across his cheek.

Love is a complicated thing. It comes in so many different shapes and sizes. It is never the same. It varies from person to person. Love blooms in all hearts; no matter what that heart has gone through. Love is a symbol of hope, and brings peace to many twisted souls. To be connected to another person, to feel one another's happiness and sadness, to share each and every little thing about yourself and them... It truly is a beautiful thing. Love is beautiful. Only once in your life can you find someone who completely turns your world around. Taehyung had found that person.

"I love you," Taehyung said for the first time.