MY Last Days!! (Taekook) 10

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COUNT JEON

You should have gotten the doctor's permission when giving Abelia such food.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

☁️☁️What does he mean by "such food? ☁️☁️*wondered Kook*

JEON JUNG-KOOK

☁️☁️"Such food"was perfectly fine food that everybody ate-even I had eaten a bite when the vendor asked if I wanted to try it.☁️☁️

JEON JUNG-KOOK

I thought it would be okay because I tried it myself. I will be more careful next time, Father. ❄️❄️

COUNT JEON

Do you mean it?

JEON JUNG-KOOK

Yes.❄️

COUNT JEON

Okay. Fine. Please be more careful.

Count Jeon had questioned Kook's actions but nodded at him (jk) docile answer. Before he turned his back, he took a moment to look at his eldest son (jk). He hesitated before speaking.

COUNT JEON

Your little sister has been sick since birth. You know that, right?

JEON JUNG-KOOK

Yes.❄️

COUNT JEON

But you are healthy, so please understand.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

☁️☁️Again with the health. ☁️☁️🙄😒

Kook was not the only one born healthy -Enphric and Feldon were perfectly healthy as well, but their parents always acted like Kook's health was a sin that he had to repent for.

He gripped the blanket so tightly that the back of his hands turned white, then shook his head and released his grip.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

Yes. I understand. ❄️❄️

he said indifferently as he avoided his father's gaze. he was accustomed to smothering his inner feeling.

The countess came forward to support her husband.

COUNTESS JEON

Your father was just distraught because Lia collapsed.😟

JEON JUNG-KOOK

okay.

JEON FELDON

What a blessing it is to be born healthy. Jungkook, don't tell me your feelings are hurt?

JEON JUNG-KOOK

*ignore him*

Kook tightened his lips to hold back a smirk. What feelings are there to be hurt when he expects nothing from them anymore? Kook locked eyes with Feldon, who was looking anxiously at him from behind their parents, but he ignored him.

Instead, Kook spoke as Count Jeon and the countess were turning to leave the room.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

Is that all you have to say?

COUNT JEON

What?

JEON JUNG-KOOK

I was wondering if that's all you had to say? * asked again*

COUNT JEON

Yes, it is. *Count jeon seemed taken aback *

Kook's smirk flashed on his lips before disappearing.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

So both of you have known where my room is.🧐

COUNT JEON

Of course, we know where it is.

The count narrowed his eyebrows as if he did not understand the question.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

I thought you forgot because it's been several years since you last came here.

Count Jeon's face stiffened at Kook's words.

The count's face looked even more terrifying as his bitter eyes hardened, while the countess just looked at Kook blankly.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

Please tell Abelia that I'm sorry for what I did. Also, I'm tired and would like to skip dinner.

It was clear that Kook wanted them to leave. With some hesitation, the count, countess, and Feldon eventually bowed to him wishes and left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Kook's stiff expression fell and he buried it into a pillow.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

I'm not bad... I just finally spoke out the words that I've been holding back.

And that was true. His heart was pounding crazily because it was the first time ever since he born spoke like this to his parents. It took lot of courage for him to do so.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

I hope abelia is okay.......

He was worried about his younger sister, even though he himself had been throwing up a lot lately. Kook knew from experience that it wouldn't be a big problem. he desperately clenched his bedsheet until his fist turned white while trying to convince himself that everything was okay. he had never seen Count jeon look so angry before, nor had he ever talked back to him like that.

he banged his head on the pillow several times, but despite his best efforts, he still could not fall asleep, so he got out of bed as he was still silently contemplating the events that had transpired earlier. In the end, he took some paper, pencils, and tubes of paint to the window and sat with his supplies in the moonlight.

🌸

Koom spread the paper on the floor and, with familiarity, began to draw a line on the white surface. His hand moved across the paper, leaving thick black lines in its wake--

he let him buried frustration guide him. Throughout his life, he had learned how to hide his resentments and pour them into his drawings.

It didn't take long for the picture to resemble the window that he was sitting in front of. Countless stars adorned the night sky and the moon was peeping at him from among them. he painted the cold night air brushing the tip of his nose and infused the grass with the special scent that only comes out at night. he had even captured the sparsely blurred clouds between the indigo light filling the sky. The drawing was stunning and rich with details, making it hard to believe he had only used one pencil.

It seemed impossible that black lines alone could deliver such an image. Koom was drawing as if his life depended on it, not noticing that he was sweating and his legs were falling asleep. After a while, he let out a long breath and put down the pencil--

He had perfectly captured the scenery he saw outside the window in his drawing. The only thing different from reality was the dainty little fairy with butterfly wings that sat on the windowsill looking affectionately at someone invisible under the window.

Kook squeezed a few paint tubes onto a palette and started to add colors to his drawing. In no time, the static black-and-white world was filled with countless sparkling stars and the cascading moonlight from the night sky. Exhausted, he put down his tools and let out a long sigh.

JEON JUNG-KOOK

sigh😮‍💨

TBC