His gloomy doe eyes looked out the window. There existed sole silence on both sides. Otherside the mafia felt there is no letters that can decorate any word to sentence to speak up after Taehyung's question.

Getting discombobulated in a world of chaotic words. Searching for a fair answer.

Eyelids blinked when he heard the sudden disconnect tone before he could so difficulty reason any reply to provide Taehyung.

His sense was regained at the disconnect sound. And there it hits him like a harsh whiplash on the naked back. " Did you have to be that much honest?"

Taehyung had said those words and there erupted unpleasant silence before the petite male cut the call.

The sky embraces the darkness with the mass of clouds hurtling. He heard a tapping on the window and then became a pitter-patter of the cool water. The sky is on its way to showering the earth entirely.

Hands reach for the lock. And Taehyung unlocks the door of the car Soon. The phone vibrates in his hand. Silent numb gaze glanced at it. The next moment the phone was thrown away somewhere on the road.

The step was made outside the car and the first raindrops stumble on him. He begins to walk away from there. It gets quicker and faster until he was running, running away somewhere.

His feet triumphed overwhelmingly. They befriended his heart. Both of them don't want to stop anywhere. His throbbing heart and moving leg are the only companions.

As the rain intensified, the puddles started to glisten. He is running. The black abandoned road paralleled his departed heart. The road danced with water spray and it made a splashing sound with every step he took.

He transforms mental anguish into running miles. It was fit or surrender. He runs to feel, to feel the air, the earth, to feel the rain, and absorb the color of every drop of the cool water on his skin to soothe himself.

Running is living, feeling the courage to leave whenever anyone needed, to break out of the confines of walls and feel the open road. In time he wished to run not away from home but for it, for then he would find shelter in himself and this world.

The soles of his shoes hit the ground as he goes on. He isn't giving up. The sky has begun to cry, soaking the earth and pouring all the heartache with Taehyung.

He is washing away his pain with the tears of the dark sky and his own. He was no longer weeping alone. Raindrops touch his body to rinse away his pain and pass into his senses to refresh his mind into another world of his own where peace may exist.

Every drop of rain is caressing the leaves of the trees. The wind shakes the tree's head occasionally. He has no attention to his surrounding. Strange miserable mind with his feet just running along the empty road.

After a while, there was a sudden thunderstorm. His step came to a halt. All of a sudden he stood alone in the middle of the road. He breathes heavily with his shivering body and quivering lips.

Dark and scary gazed at the surrounding with the continuous heavy rain. Encircled by the storming environment where collected conflicting sadness was reflected on his ethereal face.

But that grief doesn't seem to be silent, quiet, or calm tonight. Even though nature on all sides is stirred by the rain, his feet remain still in the middle of the road.

Looking up with his dreary enchanting eyes his vision imprisons the emptiness around him. Blank mind unable of conscious, enchanting sad eyes stared blank at nothing. His cold delicate body began to shiver from the rain.

"Taehyung ."

Someone rushed to the velocity of a sudden storm and hurried across the other side of the street taking his soft small frame within the embrace of two rough arms while seizing him to a broad chest. And a car sped past the two of them with a loud horn.

Before Taehyung knew it, everything took place so hastily and smoothly. At present, he is panting laying his head on someone else's chest.

Moments later, there was another unexpected loud thunder bestowed on the earth causing his wet and cold body to shake in the arms of the man. His trembling drenched arms clutch the man in front of him.

There was only silence that occupied the moments, and with only the pleasant harmonic sound of the rain echoed on the street. The sound of the rain is a lyrical thrumming, the white noise of nature.

Rainfall became heavier. And two people are standing with all wet damp bodies. One has lost his way of consciousness and the other has regained it back chaotically finding the losing one.

The familiar reckless smell flooded Taehyung's nostrils soon. His hold tightened on the man.

Moments after, slowly his arms freed himself from the other's embrace. The dominant man in front of him became alert. And those ebony orbs turned sharp to observe the beauty silently who was extremely close.

" Taehyung....... " ‌

That familiar voice reaches Taehyung's ears. Although the voice seemed soft in tone compared to his dominating nature. The tone also came out as an overly soft manner due to his dominant characteristics.

It was the same voice that spoke to the petite male on the phone a moment ago. And had shoved bitter agonizing words into his already restless heart that had caused to ooze blood from his unhealed sensitive wounds.

Yes, it was Jungkook.

Jungkook's gaze was desperate on Taehyung. He wants to witness the pleasant almond eyes of the beautiful male on him.

But freeing himself from the mafia's

embrace his gaze was lowered down staring blankly at the mafia's broad chest. Thick wet eyelids were simply on his upper cheeks.

A fear of words has arisen inside the mafia. He does not want to say anything. His gaze silently observes the petite Taehyung.

The rain soaking him, oh so well. Every silver drop was glowing on his delicate body. His body has provided shine to the raindrops. The shines indicated their pride. The raindrops are well satisfied, they are well proud of kissing every inch of his body.

After enjoying him they sparkle out of his soft skin. He gave the shine to the water drop.

The continuous rain didn't turn his lips white, the crimson lips still look so flavorful. It was the same, inviting to corrupt that redness into madness pleasure. An anarchic shiver ran through the mafia's body.

Soon his wait was over when the petite male slowly looked up at the mafia with the same mesmerized eyes. Both eyes clash. Silver drops of water trickle into the ground with pitter-patter, renewing the vitality roots of two hearts.

He stared at him for moments. Jungkook saw how those delicate wet arms rose up slowly to embrace his own shivering figure by those arms.

And later, without uttering any word anything, Taehyung turned back from Jungkook. And begin to walk away.

Two steps were taken on the wet street and he was yanked back into the same broad chest. And the sound left through his wet roseate lips like a whisper of a sin .....

" Ahh..."

Jungkook shuts his eyes tilting his neck and uses foul language under his breath when the seductive whispering tone was so near him.

" Where are you thinking you are going?" Deep voice reaches Taehyung's ears.

Those almond eyes looked up at Jungkook whose dark eyes were already intense on him. The rain went on to pour down on them absorbing all their closed emotions until it falls sick and weak in front of each other.

" Let's go home Taehyung." Jungkook only let out those words.

" Leave..... me."

The quiet tone of Taehyung's voice demanded, breaking the sentence into two parts on a serious note. And that was not envisioned by the mafia.

" The rain is getting heavier. " Jungkook tries to reason.

" My heart is getting heavier."

The mafia swallowed the pang. That phrase sounded vulnerable in the petite's shaky voice.

Soon after, Taehyung struggles to lose himself from the rigid grasp of the mafia.

" I said leave me. And let me go."

The calm voice gets more silently daring and raging when he stood incapable to free himself from the rigid grip.

" I can't."

Taehyung stopped squirming in his hold as he looked at him. ..... After a moment of silence, he asked... " Why you can't? You should feel at ease that I won't be a burden.......anymore."

"Why you were so careless?" Jungkook ignored Taehyung's words as he questioned back and continues...

" Something bad could have happened just a moment ago. The car could have--hit you Taehyung."

There was silence before Taehyung

spoke...

" Let it be? There's no one to mourn for me."

The sharp edge of the sentence crashes with Jungkook's heart cut deeper than a knife could ever do to a wounded neck and by now he discovers his heart is alive. And it can feel. Feels raw, smooth, rough, and complicated.

Jungkook's eyes turned unable to read or Taehyung doesn't want to. Because it's reflecting something that Taehyung would only claim to be false and just lie.

The shade of ache was portrayed in those ebony eyes. Jungkook's eyes were twisted with emotions. Unconsciously his hold loosened from the petite male.

Receiving the opportunity Taehyung pushed Jungkook and moved away from the dominating male. Jungkook stared at the silent anger in front of him.

"Why do you care? Let me crash under the car." Jungkook clenched his fists.

Taehyung's shaking body begins to shudder more under the sharp touch of the rain and the authority of his unexpected anger. Outside and inside the storm rages in full swing.

" And say to my uncle, to your father that you strived to save me but you failed. Understandable. "

" Do not hold me again." Taehyung finishes as he turned back. Thereafter he begins to take steps.

" I will for thousands of times."

And there the elegant shivering body was again yanked back to the mafia's chest and thereon his rough palm was wrapped around his soft wrist and dragged by him towards his car.

Taehyung didn't utter any word, silent almond eyes only stare angry at Jungkook.

" Get into the car."

Jungkook opens the gate and waits for the petite figure to slide into the car.

" I choose not to?"

Taehyung's eyes angered direct at the mafia. Lips quivering with red swollen face. All wet and wrecked. Jungkook stared at the male stunned. Meanwhile delicate body suffered shivering more than before.

" Taehyung ..... You are shivering badly. Get into the car right now or ---"

"What you'll do Jeon Jungkook?"

Jungkook again stumbled with astonishment. The way Taehyung's smooth voice turned challenging after every minute and the way it pronounced his whole name was never anticipated.

The way his name left through his rosy lips was something. The twitching of some rare emotions rushed throughout Jungkook's body existed indescribable.

Jungkook took a deep breath as inky orbs looked around them and soon focuses back on the petite man standing before him, fearless yet fragile. So subtle and infuriatingly transparent.

The mafia moved near to his ears and then the whisper came.

" Numerous things, I can do. Would you honor to witness those......on you Kim Taehyung?"

Taehyung's two elegant arms rose to hug his own wet body and tightened the arms around his cold shaking beautiful feature. The intensity of the mafia's dominance is suddenly weighing heavy on him in the cold blast of nature.

But before Taehyung could let out anything. The vision of his eyes engulfs darkness and his all sense muffled with uneasy feelings spreading throughout his body. He was feeling uneasiness from the start but now it seems unbearable.

Dizziness stirred him from inside following shortness of breath. Blurry vision overpowered he loses consciousness and blacks out.

There were two arms for him to hold him at the right moment. Jungkook was all with his arms around the delicate body with concern on his face. He felt the petite figure freezing in cold.

" I haven't done anything yet and you've lost all your consciousness and wits ."

" Delicate you."

Uttering those words the mafia picked up Taehyung and puts his soft feature on the car seat. And closes the door.

He then gets into the car and settles in the driver's seat. He locks the gate and sighed before he turned his dark orbs toward Taehyung's unconscious body which was still shivering a bit.

Water was dripping from both of their shirts. Jungkook stared at him then his gaze moves down at Taehyung's wet shirt which was sticking to his delicate curvy body.

"It would have been so difficult to carry you with consciousness. God wishes and I did carry you unconscious.

He took a good look at Taehyung's body. If the wet clothes remain on his body for a long time, without a single doubt he will catch a bad fever.

"You certainly will catch a cold too badly. Now, what should I do Kim Taehyung?" Jungkook narrowed his orbs at the petite male.

Later he looks down at his shirt which is also soaked in rain and soon fixes his gaze again on the beautiful male to make clear whether he should remove the wet clothes from his body.

At least the upper one he can remove. Otherwise, he will fall sick and is unconscious already.

" Damn it ." He hits the steering wheel of the car with his palm.

His tattooed hand flipped the wet hair from his forehead in frustration mixed with hesitation. There was silence in the car soon his fingers clicked the button and the open black window glass gets close slowly shutting the view of the world.

He takes a breath and exhales afterward. Looking behind the seat he found his blazer. He reached out for it and then settle in his sit again. There was darkness and silence that overshadowed the atmosphere in the car.

Jungkook turned his head towards Taehyung's unconscious figure. And after a moment his finger slowly reaches the button of his shirt. One by one it was unbuttoned by him and soon the beautiful male's upper body was naked.

In the darkness, though his feature was obscure but slightly visible. Jungkook's ebony orbs tried hard not to look at the piece of art in a not-so-good way.

However, he struggles while putting the blazer on him. His veiny hands occasionally come in contact with the delicate bare body when he tries to hold the unconscious body to put on the blazer. Jungkook holds all his consciousness tightly.

He moved away from his seat instantly after he was done. He takes breaths of relief and turns the lights in the car. Thereafter his orbs shifted and stared at the unconscious beauty.

He looked like the fresh flower that bloomed after rain. So vivaciously pleasant taking rest peacefully engulfing all the serenity after the storm has passed.

"You were shivering so badly on a stormy night but still you were burning in the rain until it lost your mind and delicate you in my arms. How ironic?"