Taehyung 4

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A year ago, they sat down at the kitchen table and silently agreed it was over. Five years of relationship had simply drained them dry, leaving no resentment or anger, only a savage exhaustion. Neither had any intention of moving out: they'd both invested every penny from their accounts, equally, down to the last won, into this country house. And so began their hell under one roof.

For months, they existed as ghosts, managing to avoid running into each other in the spacious hallways. When their paths did cross, Jungkook would simply stare at his phone, and Taehyung would stare past him, as if he were staring at nothing. Their feelings were buried alive somewhere beneath the foundations of this building, and both were certain that not even the ashes remained.

Kim had gone out somewhere this evening, but Jungkook frankly didn't care—other people's lives were no longer his concern. A night owl, Jungkook only came to life around midnight, so now, at two in the morning, he stood calmly at the stove. Fried chicken in a spicy sauce sizzled in the pan, and rice was steaming in the steamer.

The sudden click of the door lock made Jungkook pause for a second, shovel in hand. Heavy, unfamiliar footsteps were heard in the hallway, heading straight toward the kitchen. Taehyung stopped in the doorway, leaning his shoulder slightly against the frame, and for the first time in months of deathly silence, he croaked:

— Do you remember where the first aid kit is?