Part 20
Part 20
The sun glared down upon the thick cobblestone walls, leaving stark, vivid shadows contrasting with the blinding bright reflections. Horses nickers in the stables, and the air suddenly acquires a musty, damp smell, the smell of sweat and heat.
A grinding, gravelly road runs straight ahead through a market into a towering stone keep. Tantalising smells waft from the marketplace where colourful stalls sellling everything imaginable sit in a confused muddle, a group of baby birds within their nest, the walls of the castle. The noise from the market comes in a sea of sound, starting slowly and building up before crashing down. Enticing scents waft between the stalls, masking the unsavoury smell of sweat and spice.
Rising above the bustle below like four eagles rising on an updraft, four towers stand stark against the sunlit sky giving a sense of power and control. Four flags fly high, their crimson contrasting with the blue sky.
Through the heavy oak doors of the imposing keep there is a large chamber filled with rows of guards with armour and colours so flamboyant they almost distract attention from the piles upon piles of glittering, golden treasure clustered around. The room smells of gold, the hard odour plating tongue. The light from the teardrop shaped windows reflects off the treasure at all angles, filling the room with a warm warm, golden, glowing, glimmering light. Coins fall in waterfalls of gold, frozen in the moment. Necklaces swirl through the piles like gold plated snakes, gems like flowers add colour among golden hills. Ceremonial swords and armour poke out of the piles occasionally, protruding at odd angles. Finally at the end of the hall, upon a squared, padded, high-backed throne, robes glistening, rings glittering, crown gleaming, there stood a old man who have his arm wrapped around a weeping woman.
The woman cries silently on the broad chest of her husband.
Taehyung stares at the woman and then her husband and then to JungKook who stood in front of him firm and stiff.
It was almost morning, with the sun rised and Taehyung and JungKook had reached the palace.
Taehyung was nervous would be an understatement , he was nervous when JungKook had offered him his hand saying,
"We are here pearl. "
He remember the way his heartbeat had escalated, he would feel it from the edge of his skin.
The palace was beautiful, but taehyung was too nervous to appreciate the beautiful garden, to swirl around with Butterflies and too even voice how much he adored this place.
JungKook had walked him in a Hall , and now he stood there watching the couple cry and stare at JungKook.
His mother and his father.
The moment when he walked in and he saw the beautiful woman at the age of near 45 crying silently and looking at JungKook with the most loved eyes. He knew it was his mother.
It was such a immensely beautiful moment in life for taehyung to see a mother loving his son. And now taehyung thought he knows why JungKook was missing his home.
Because he had someone to call home. He had his parents waiting for him come back home.
Taehyung glances at JungKook who move with small steps, his eyes welled up with tears too, but he keeps holding them back so they won't shower down his face.
The woman then holds JungKook's face in her hans as she kisses his cheek and caresses his hair.
Never knew parents would love like this......
Taehyung feel his own fresh tears pouring down.
JungKook and his mother embrace each other as they cry silently in each others arms.
"We have been waiting for you to come back my son" Voiced Jungkook's father patting his son's head softly.
Jungkook mumbles a 'I miss you' as he engulfs his father in a bone crashing warm hug.
Soon they pull apart and before Taehyung could think of anything Jungkook is running towards him, he grabs his wrist and smile.
Three pair of eyes stare at him, one pair is the man he loves and the rest too are the one who Jungkook loves.
"He is the one, I told you about. Tae"
Jungkook says .
"My Tae"
Taehyung's heart flutters .
MY TAE..
He thinks.
His parents smile deeply.
Jungkook's father move forward as Taehyung bows them in honour.
"No need son. Come here"
He is then engulfed into a hug as Jungkook's father pats his head too.
" Welcome home son"
Taehyung doesn't cry this time, instead he smiles in Escatsy.
He is been welcomed Home...
He nods.
Jungkook's father then pinches his cheeks.
"I'm Jungkook's Father. And she is his beloved Mother." He says pointing at his wife.
"I hope you feel like home son. "
Taehyung mumbles and then 'he's bowing politely.
He feels anew standing here in a new palace with all new people, who treat him so kind. It's almost a vivid dream.
Taehyung then for the next 5 minutes totally immerses in the questions and wereabouts warriors parents ask him.
He is less nervous then what he was before coming here, and jungkook's hand on his back supportingly helps him better.
Suddenly a moment caught in glee and the hall is glittering with the bright lights, the massive wooden door is opened , around five to six maids and gaurds rush inside.
The candels are lighten, rose water is sprinkled , colourful petals adorn the carpet , Jungkook's parents smile wide.
Taehyung stay puzzled.
He looks at jungkook whose hand slip off from his back as he walks few steps ahead, his eyes focused on the door.
Taehyung watches Jungkook's wiping the tears off from his cheeks and he watch how he smiles with his eyes first.
Jungkook sniffles.
The maids stop with there actions and freeze as someone walk inside the hall.
Taehyung focuses his attention where jungkook stares Yearningly.
And there runs a woman inside. She wobbles a step....
She winces... It must have hurt real bad Taehyung thinks.
Woman sighs but she never in once batted her eyelids.
Her eyes are fixed on Jungkook.
Taehyung takes a moment to read her face.
Gorgeous...
The woman is deadly gorgeous, with her doe teary eyes, her curves barely visible in the purple hanbok she wore......
Taehyung realizes, it's very similar to what he have wore.
But she looks more beautiful.
And he looks nothing like what she looks in it.
He gulps.
Her cheeks are redden and lips are full, her hair braided and tucked prettily with yellow daisies in them.
And now uneasiness settles at the lowest pit of his guts.
She looks how he would look if he was a woman, or she is just the more beautiful feminine version of him.
She is everything a woman can be to a man.
Her lips forms a pout as she sobs cutely making all the people along with jungkook coo at her.
And taehyung won't lie, he almost adorned the woman.... Almost
Jungkook walk few steps away from taehyung to the woman standing near the door.....
She might be his sister may be or a companion.
Taehyung looks at the woman now crying, her eyes teary and skin red she runs with her wobbly legs .
Taehyung stays at his place glued watching Jungkook running away from him.
Everything happens in slow pace, as if the time is been slowed, specially for him to imprint the moments he never would want to witness.
In the middle of the huge Hall, under the beautiful Chandelier made up of pure diamonds the two meet.
She rush into his arms hugging him tightly, her arms wrapped around his shoulder. She cries, her smile is broken and so full of love.
He picks her up in an instant and swoons her up.
The flower petals are showered, the tears fall of from faces. People watch with there eyes full of love.
Jungkook hold's her safe, his face nuzzled in her neck, his arms delicately holding her. He cries silently too.
Taehyung holds his breathe with every second he stands there watching the two. .
When taehyung thinks the hurt is done...
The warrior holds her steady to the ground as she cupps his face and join there forehead.
Please don't be the one I think you are.
Jungkook holds her by her waist and the next thing Taehyung see unfolding is Jungkook kissing her on her lips.
He gasps at the sting his heart feels.
All the maids and the guards instantly hold there eyes on the ground, but taehyung keeps staring.
His eyes dry and his heart pained.
Why is he kissing her??? Is she his paramour too??
He hurles back with steps, his hearts fall to the bottoms of his living soul.
No
He walks every step back for every time jungkook kisses her with softness and love.
He backs up till he feels a arm wrap around his shoulder.
He looks up.
"His wife"
Oh-
"His love, his married wife Yeri"
Jungkook's father smiles sadly holding Taehyung.
Taehyung feels more vulnerable now, his father holds a sad smile which almost mocks him for his foolishness.
"I assume you never knew about this son"
Don't cry, do not cry taehyung.
Taehyung gulps and nods hesitantly.
"You need to calm down okay? Go and rest for a while"
Taehyung just nods again.
He swears he won't batt a look at the two couples, but nevertheless he watch them kissing and hugging and loving each other.
And taehyung thinks he never felt betrayed this bad.
He is angry and more of he feels his worst heartbreak ever.
And now he knows why JungKook was missing his home.
Because he had someone to call home. He had his parents and his WIFE waiting for him come back home.
Jungkook never looked back, not even once. The warrior intertwines there hand as he brings his Wife to somewhere leaving taehyung miserably break on his own
You promised.
You promised you won't let go.
Was it a lie???
You and me? Was it all lie???