Dear Life

13


(y/n) - your name

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I cut the engine off of my car and sit there for a while, hands gripping the steering wheel. I peer into the review mirror and see the two boys fast asleep. Jungkook was clutching his toy bunny with his mouth open and snoring. I chuckle before facing Taehyung. My smile falters seeing how he was curled into a ball, his face hiding in his legs he had brought up to his chest.

I should’ve told him the truth.

I should’ve just told him.

With a heavy heart, I take my seatbelt off and get out of the car, going to get the front house door open. I walk back to the car and open the side sliding door to reveal Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll just let them sleep. It’s way too late at night to wake them up.” I mumble and take Jungkooks seatbelt off. I carry him in my arms before carefully holding him against my hip. I close the door and go to the other side and opening the door. I quietly unbuckle Taehyung and carefully hold him on my other hip. Both boys shift and lay their heads on my shoulder, their arms wrapped around my neck. I head inside the house and upstairs to my room. I carefully place the boys down on my bed and place pillows on the edge of the beds. I drape the blanket over them both and quickly go back outside to grab the shopping bags.

“(Y/n)?” I jump and turn around in a fighting stance to see Jackson just staring at me.

Holy fuck! I hate it when he does that!

“The fuck you doing? It’s so late.” He peers behind my shoulder to see the bags full of clothes, shoes and other stuff. He narrows his brows at me. “You went shopping. At this time? They aren’t even suitable for Jungkook.” Jackson scratches his head and just shrugs as he decides to help me carry the bags.

“They’re for another kid.” Jackson stops short with the bags in his hands and turns around to face me.

“Excuse me. What?”

“I have another kid.”

“...”

“Jackson?”

“...”

“You’re scaring me.”

“You brought home another demon child.”

“Jackson-”

“I’m going to lose both shoes this time if I ever step foot in your house!”

“Jackson. I promise you he won’t be as mischievous as Jungkook.” Jackson narrows his eyes at me as if he’s contemplating.

“I don’t trust you. They live with you. They get it from you.” Jackson walks off and I glare at him.

“The fuck you mean by that!?” I stalk over to him after locking the car as Jackson walks into the house with the shopping bags.

“You know what I mean.” I grind my teeth at this and let out a heated sigh with my fingers on my forehead.

“It’s too late at night to deal with you.” Jackson suddenly turns around and faces me.

“That’s the first time I’m hearing you say this. You like staying up.”

“Oh. Well I’m tired-”

“What happened?” Jackson had put down the bags on the sofa and locked the house door before standing before me. “Are you ok?” His eyes glance over my figure and his eyes widened. “What happened!? Are you ok!? What’s with the burned holes!? And your hair!”

“Might as well just tell you.” Jackson drags me to the sofa and we sit down. My body sags against the couch and Jackson patiently waits for me. “I took Jungkook to work with me today since I had a meeting and after that I took him to a park.” Jackson nods like a puppy. “On the way home, there was a building on fire.” Jackson narrows his brows at me, glancing at the bandages on my body. “There was someone still alive in there. I had to.”

“You jumped into the burning building!? To save a child!?” Jackson grabs my shoulders and shakes me hard. “Are you out of your mind!? You could’ve died!”

“I’m still here! And there was no way I’m letting someone die in there! I heard him crying for help Jackson! I couldn’t just ignore him! I would never forgive myself!”

“(Y/n)-”

“You would’ve done the same in my position!” Jackson winces and let’s me go, guilt on his face. “I couldn’t let him die in there Jackson. I couldn’t let him be another dead body.”

“Another? You mean there were others that didn’t make it?” I sigh and sit up, nodding.

“His parents. They didn’t make it.” Fear and anxiousness suddenly washes over me and I start to shake.

Somethings not right.

I turn my head and see Taehyung standing there at the top of the stairs.

Fuck.

“Taehyung, I-” Taehyung glares at me, shaking in rage with his fists at his sides.

He’s crying.

Taehyung was trying to hold back his tears but he wipes away the ones that escaped. I stand up but Taehyung runs out of the house. “Taehyung!”

Shit! I need to go after him!

“Look after the house and Jungkook Jackson!” I run out of the door and see a small figure running towards my right in the far distance.

When was it raining!?

Thunder suddenly breaks through the dark night, illuminating the street for a second as the rain pelted down on me. “Taehyung!” I run after him but he was quick for a 7 year old. It was hard to catch up to him when I was blinded by rain. I saw Taehyungs figure just ahead of me and I continued to run after him, my heart beating fast and heavy. There was a weight on my shoulders and tears prick the corner of my eyes. “Taehyung!” I push harder on my legs, ignoring the pain of my bare feet in the concrete. I was close to him but I couldn’t grab him yet, just a few meters away from my grasp. I see Taehyung running across the street and lights coming near him.

No!

“TAEHYUNG!” I run faster than I ever did in my life and catch him in my arms, rolling on the road as the car zooms past us. Taehyung freezes in my arms as I hold him tight, my hand on the back of his head as I curled around him, the fear and adrenaline still buzzing in my veins. “Taehyung...”

“Let me go!” Taehyung wriggles in my arms, kicking and screaming. I don’t say anything but stand up with my hands on his waist so he’s lifted just in front of me at arm’s length. He punches the air but soon calms down. Taehyung whimpers and I set him down on his feet. His hands were at his face, trying to hide his tears that shed with the rain as he turned around with his back to me.

“Taehyung.” I softly turn him around to face me.

I almost lost him. Again.

He makes no movement besides crying into his hands. “I-I’m sorry. I’m s-so sorry.” My voice cracks and few tears roll down my cheek. Taehyung looks up at me with his red eyes and I lean down on my knees in front of him. “I s-should’ve told y-you. I’m so s-sorry.” Taehyung sniffles and wipes my tears away and I chuckles softly, wiping his away. I keep my hands on his cheeks and he looks down at his hands that were shaking.

“S-so they r-really are g-gone?” Taehyung looks up at me with his eyes full of tears again.

He knew?

I nod once and Taehyung just looks at me with a broken expression.

“I-I’m sor-” Taehyung suddenly jumps in my arms, his head in my shoulders. His body shakes as he cries, his small hands clutching the back of my blouse.

I’m sorry Taehyung.


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