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Jungkook

I was sitting on the bed waiting for my Taehyung when the door opened and he walked out of the bathroom.

His towel was around his shoulders as he dried his hair, his chest was bare and wore black sweatpants.

Taehyung caught my eyes and smiled, "Why don't you go and wait for me in the piano room?"

I nodded and got up, Taehyung placed a quick kiss on my lips as I walked out of the room. I stood in front of the piano room, taking a deep breath, I walked inside.

The piano was the first thing I saw.

Feeling excited, my body hummed in response.

Since I started playing some days ago, Taehyung and I never missed a night.

Playing made me feel at peace, I wanted to bask in the warmth of Taehyung's stares.

Walking further into the room, I stopped beside Taehyung's couch.

As I was looking down, something else entirely caught my eyes. My gaze shifted toward the couch beside Taehyung's and I took a step towards it. My breath froze in my throat, I took another step, right in front of the couch.

The scene, right here, felt so familiar. Even through the shock, my eyes didn't lose focus on the sight in front of me.

A single white flower lay on the seat.

It looked so soft and delicate.

Reaching out, I took the flower in my hand and brought it to my chest. I was right, it was soft and delicate. The petals were open and it looked beautiful.

Did Taehyung leave this flower for me?

I couldn't help but smile.

Of course, he would.

Taehyung was so sweet.

I held the flower close to my racing heart and closed my eyes.

"I can safely assume that you love the peony."

My eyes widened at Taehyung's voice, turning around I facing him. He was leaning against the door, regarding me with curious, adoring eyes His head was cocked to the side, the corner of his mouth was stretched up in a half-smile.

My cheeks burned, and I looked down, "I love it," I replied softly, "It's really beautiful."

Taehyung walked closer and stopped in front of me. He tilted my chin up so our gazes met. His was filled with warmth, eyes shifted to my lips and I licked them nervously. He moved even closer until our chests brushed together, I sucked in a deep breath and waited for him to move.

"I'm going to kiss you," he murmured, his gaze moving back to my lips.

"Okay," I whispered back.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a flash of pain went through my skull.

I winced, my fingers tightening around the flower.

Memories after memories flashed behind my closed eyes.

I couldn't stop them, they kept coming without a pause.

Too much at the same time.

My head felt like it was going to explode.

My heart raced as each memory made its way into my thoughts.

Another wave of pain crashed through me.

It was crippling, I dropped the flower, my hands going to my head.

I dug my fingers in my head, the world spinning around me.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Stop!

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

"Jungkook!" I heard a voice calling out my name.

Taehyung.

He was calling for me.

I tried to respond, my tongue felt heavy.

My lips parted, a wounded cry left my mouth.

My throat closed up and I rubbed at my neck furiously, trying to fight for my next breath.

My knees buckled and I felt an arm catching me.

"Jungkook! Fvck."

My head pounded as I sank into oblivion.

This... This was why I didn't want to remember.

The pain.

It felt like my heart was being wrenched open.

I was bleeding.

From the inside, I was being cut open.

I would never forget the pain.

I wanted to forget, I wanted to be numb.

But it was too late now.

I had remembered, now I had to live with those memories.

I focused on the ceiling, my head a little fuzzy.

"Jungkook?"

At the sound of my name, I turned my head toward the voice.

My eyes made contact with blues one.

Taehyung!

My heart stuttered and I let out a choked cry.

I remembered everything.

Every moment.

Every word he said.

And everything after.

Byungchan.

My eyes widened, I sat up quickly.

There was no escaping him.

"Shhh... I'm right here, Angel," Taehyung soothed.

He held my hands in his as he tried to smile.

He looked worried, I saw the fear in his eyes.

I couldn't stop the tears.

Taehyung found me.

He was here.

He was really here.

He saved me...

I was safe.

He took me away from hell.

My heart soared and scrambled into his lap.

"Taehyung," I sobbed, wrapping my arms around him.

Burying my face in his neck, I cried.

I had believed in Taehyung.

I had trusted him.

For once, I was happy that I never lost hope.

No matter what, I knew he would come for me.

My heart soared, I held him tighter.

I never wanted to let go.

I would never let go.

He was mine as much as I was his.

The day our eyes met, our fate had been decided.

"I got you, Angel."

Those words.

His voice.

It had the same effect on my heart just as before.

His voice was exactly what I needed to hear.

And those words... I had been desperate for them.

Taehyung held me against him, he whispered sweet words in my ears, letting me know he was here. He placed gentle kisses over my face, soothing away all the pain.

"Taehyung," I whispered brokenly. "I remember, Taehyung."

His arms tightened around my waist, his lips pressed against my temple.

"You remember?" he asked hoarsely.

I could hear the emotion in his voice.

His hands were shaking on my hips, and I held him tighter.

I nodded against his neck, "I remember everything."

Taehyung pulled away so he could stare at me.

His eyes roamed over my face and then stared deep into my eyes, I saw the glassy look in his, "You remember?" he asked again, his soft voice caressing me.

When I nodded, Taehyung crushed me to his chest.

"Jungkook. Fvck. I was worried. So scared. I thought... you would never..."

"You found me," I hiccupped back a sob.

"I found you. I will always find you, Angel," he agreed.

I looked up, staring into his captivating blue eyes, "Taehyung, I'm not the traitor."

His hand pressed against my lips, stopping my flow of words, "No. You are not. I know you aren't. I never thought you were. I trusted you before and I trust you now."

"You believe me? But... before... at the fields..."

Taehyung flinched at the memory, even I felt a sharp pain in my chest, "I was hurt, Jungkook. I just found out the man I desperately love was a Jeon. I was just angry but never once did I think you were the spy. I just needed some time alone. When I had time to think, I understood why you didn't say anything," he explained.

I saw him swallow hard, he bent his head until our foreheads were touching.

"I didn't turn away from you because you were a Jeon. I turned away because I was hurt that you lied. When I finally came to terms with everything, I was too late. You were already gone. I ran after you but I was still too late. Jungkook, that day... I had never felt such pain. It felt like I was being torn apart."

My throat closed up, "I fought, Taehyung. I fought against him. I didn't go easily. I screamed for you. He said... he said that you didn't want to see me. He said you were giving me away."

Taehyung's expression thundered with fury. "Who?" he growled. I saw a hint of recognition in his eyes.

"Yoongi," I whispered, "He gave me to Byungchan. He said you never wanted... to see me again," his face twisted in pain, I quickly added, "But I didn't believe him."

Taehyung pressed his lips ever so gently on mine, the kiss was so soft, almost feather-light. I could taste our tears as our lips made contact, "I never said those words, Angel. You are my everything. I would never think of giving you away," he admitted, his voice filled with distress.

"I know. I believed in us, Taehyung," I said, wrapping my arms around his head. I held him to me, our lips still touching.

"I believed in us, too. I never stopped believing."

At his words, my heart raced. My chest didn't feel like it would explode anything, I felt... lighter.

"You kept me from going crazy," I muttered, closing my eyes as he peppered my face with kisses.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around me, and we held each other. I sighed and burrowed deeper into his safe embrace. I felt loved...cherished...adored and protected.

I felt his cheek in my palm, feeling his rough stubble. When was the last time he shaved? My hands roamed over his face, touching him, feeling him.

I ran my fingers over his lips, and he kissed my fingertips. I closed my eyes as a loving feeling washed over me, I sat up straighter on his lap and kissed his lips. I never wanted to stop touching him, my nose stung as I fought against the tears.

"He hurt me, Taehyung," I whispered. "He hurt me so much. He kept going. It didn't matter that I cried and begged him to stop. He just...kept going. He kept hurting me. Over and over again," I cried, the tears streamed down my cheeks.

I pressed my face into Taehyung's neck, "He was so cruel. He never stopped, Taehyung. I don't know how long it kept going. I just didn't have the strength...to fight anymore. I just...wanted it all...to go away. I just wanted...to be happy. I wanted to be...with to you again."

"Angel," Taehyung groaned in pain. He held me tighter as I felt the anger course through him.

My heart ached at the memory. Byungchan was ruthless. He tried to break me every way he could, took me until I had nothing else to give. Still, he kept talking. He kept breaking me. As if his actions weren't enough, he tried to break me with his words.

"He said he would deliver my dead body to you," I choked out, my breathing coming out faster in panic.

Taehyung's arm curved protectively around me, "He's a dead man, Jungkook. When I find him, he will regret ever hurting you."

My eyes snapped open, my breath leaving me in a loud whoosh.

He will regret ever hurting you.

My heart clenched, and I looked up at his angry face. I saw the killer there - The Monster.

I wasn't scared, I knew the Monster would protect me.

He was my Monster.

A surge of protectiveness and possessiveness coursed through me.

I wanted to give my monster all the love I can give.

Taehyung pressed his lips to mine again, kissing me with so much care and love like he treasured me. He held me gently as if I were made of glass.

I felt cherished.

His touch was soft and gentle.

His words were sweet.

He was everything I needed and wanted.

I love you.

The words were stuck in my throat, I didn't say them. I wanted to, but something stopped me. He told me he loved me, yet I couldn't say the words.

I didn't know why.

I didn't think I needed to say them anyway. What we had was more powerful than those words.

We just had to feel our love for each other.

Even without those words, our hearts were entwined together.

"Taehyung," I said quietly, "You are my peace."

He smiled against my lips, "I know."

His answer brought a smile to my lips. We kissed, our lips touching softly. It was slow, gentle, and soft. His tongue mated with mine, and I sighed into his kiss.

A knock on the door broke us apart. Before Taehyung could answer, I saw Jimin running inside, followed by Hae-sook. He stopped in the middle of the room, his eyes on mine.

"Sam told me Jungkook fainted."

Jimin's gaze roamed over me, fear in his eyes. Hae-sook stopped beside him, his expression panicked too.

Taehyung chuckled lightly, "He remembers," he announced.

Jimin's mouth fell open, and his mom gasped. Before I knew it, I was swept in their arms. They hugged me too tight. We cried together.

I missed them so much.

"I'm sorry for taking so long," I breathed through my tears.

"You have come back to us. That's all that matters," Hae-sook admonished gently.

Jimin didn't let me go for the longest time. Hae-sook had long left, but Jimin still held me. "I was so scared, Jungkook. You have no idea. I'm so happy."

I ducked my head shyly, feeling my heart warm with his words.

"Jungkook needs to rest. You can talk to him tomorrow, Jimin," Taehyung said, pulling me into his arms.

My back was to his front as he held me, Jimin nodded, "You're right."

He kissed me on the forehead before pulling away, "You need to rest and sleep a lot. I'm sure remembering everything has taken a toll on you."

"I do feel a little weak," I admitted, relaxing in Taehyung's arms.

"That's it," he growled, sweeping me off my feet. "I should have known."

He placed me on the bed and pulled the comforter over me. "You need to rest," he ordered, levelling me with a hard look.

I heard the door close as Taehyung gave me a pill. "Sam told me to give you this. It's for your headache."

I took the pill, and Taehyung held the glass of water to my lips as I drank. When I was done, he pushed me on my back and turned off the light. He climbed in bed behind me, pulling me to his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist, his hand over my stomach. I placed mine next to his.

"Sleep, Angel. I'll watch over you."

I closed my eyes, I knew he would watch over me.

Just like always.

As sleep started to take over my mind and body, my lips tilted up in a small smile.

He came for me, just like I knew he would.

"Thank you for loving me," I whispered into the dark.

"Never thank me for loving you, Angel," he muttered back.