KALOPSIA ✓

6. a good man is hard to find

6. a good man is hard to find
"just when you think that he's your pal. you look and find him foolin' round some old gal."

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when Taehyung looks at his best friend, confusion floods his chestnut eyes every time.

yes, he's looked at Yoongi with eyes of love, admiration, respect, anger, annoyance, guilt, shame and dullness– you name it, he's felt every feeling.

but confusion. how did they end up as best friends?

sure, similarities bind them together but their differences are larger. they both love music, partying, gaining fame and drowning their loneliness and issues away. but differences? their abilities to feel, their consciences and skills. in some sense, they've learnt more from each other than schools that they both dropped out of. jazzy Taehyung finds himself wanting to be like his friend Yoongi– bold, open and popular with people.

but that was in the past.

he wants to be Taehyung now– he is the voice after all. Taehyung shortly became more popular than his best friend. it all happened so fast yet nothing changed between the two— except for the creation of more fun, enticing memories and the two adopting the role of the keeper of secrets. their friendship may be star worthy to the press and the public, but it's based on trust, secrecy and admiration (more so Yoongi than Taehyung).

"what are we doing today boss?"

Taehyung sighs, waiting for Yoongi to light his cigarette. when he doesn't respond the way he expected, he leans in further– catching the older off guard before snatching his lighter with a wicked smile. sure, he's not oblivious to how he makes women tingle, even men.

"i told you to stop calling me that." Taehyung remarks, lighting up his cigarette– flame reflecting in his famous, hazel eyes before handing back the lighter to his fellow smoking friend.

the two simply sit in the waiting room of the doctors surgery, a no smoking sign plastered behind them. they're sat so close together that Taehyung's hat continuously nudges into the side of his head. fuck off, he says and Taehyung grins in delight. Yoongi notices a person watching them– for once, not a journalist. he rolls his eyes at the stammering, purple dressed receptionist, trying to tell them not to smoke. flat chested, mole on her nose and lips that don't fit her face.

"Taehyung-mania..." he mutters under his breath but Taehyung catches it immediately– despite his punctured eardrum, the singer sure can hear.

"what was that?" Taehyung questions, amused glance flying at Yoongi's face– tired eyes, a whisper of a frown. "you know that shit ain't true— there's no such thing, i'm not that good."

"but you are, all the folks in the world know it by now."

"you praise me far too much," Taehyung shakes his head, blowing nicotine smoke into Yoongi's paler face— slowly following it with a sly, side smile that Yoongi has seen him portray in many movies. "come on, the receptionist has been gawking at you the entire time we've been here. don't be a fool and shoot your shot my friend—"

why does he even hang out with this guy? Yoongi rolls his eyes again, finishing his addicting cigarette whilst maintaining eye contact with the pretty, acceptable receptionist he wouldn't mind waking up with. it's still someone. what does it matter if you're thinking and imagining someone else? "you're forgetting the reason why we're here." he reminds the boy.

"we're here to see my ex wife, don't i know that? now come on," Taehyung claps his bony hands together eagerly. "what's stopping you? she's staring right at you."

Yoongi stares at Taehyung. oh, i wonder what's stopping me. he stands up, still staring at his younger friend with curly hair and brown eyes. the same pair of eyes that are starting to take over the world. "alright, here i go." he raises his hands, giving in and making his way to the front desk.

as all knowing, hopeless Yoongi asks the lady out to a dinner date, he realises she's side eyeing Taehyung who's behind him. she was never looking at him.

moving onto the main character of the story– the charmer. he sits in the waiting room chair that seems to do him no justice. his black, greyish attire stands out among the pale, blue, worn out seats. Taehyung sits, legs spread adequately as he adjusts his open buttoned blazer. today, his body adorns a plain suit– nothing too flamboyant, a perfect fit for his skinny figure.

his knee starts to bounce up and down as he takes out another cigarette to smoke– acknowledging the older man beside him. "how are you sir?"

"i know you, i don't want to have any business with you." is what the stranger says to the singer. "the army hate you. i hate you."

Taehyung grins. he's aware of the news– he got away with being sent to the war, big deal. there's a fine line between love and hate isn't there? "well those are some strong feelings you have there..." he trails off, putting out his cigarette smoothly. "i evoked that?"

"Mrs Kim will see you now sir."

Taehyung stands, leaving the waiting room.

"why have you not changed your surname if you hate me so much?" is the first thing Taehyung says, leaving Yoongi chatting to the uninterested but willing receptionist as he approaches his wife in the back of the pharmacy. she was just living with him last week and now? "i told you i'm sorry. now will you come back home? we have a family to build."

"a family?" she scoffs, utterly surprised by his fabricated words. her entire name is a fabrication at this point. Mrs Kim– property of worldwide superstar. "how would we possibly be able to build a family? a cheater who's never home, you know that's you right? how would that work huh? tell me, enlighten me."

Taehyung tuts. "come on now darling, i sing about you all the time. it was nothing." fabrication– give in and keep lying. "i'll give you what you want. i'll stay home, we can work it out."

"the only reason you want to stay with me is because of your mother." she spits, rubbing her sweaty hands down her white nurses uniform. her entire body is covered from head to toe and Taehyung doesn't even know why he's here. "your wretched mother wants you to settle down and bring up a family. she doesn't give a damn if you're a heartless, occupied cheater— she doesn't give a damn about me!"

Taehyung's heart freezes when his ex wife pulls off her wedding ring and slams it into the palm of his cold, rough textured hand. they were so in love, it's all his fault. "oh, i could never hate you." and she tells him to leave.

he touches Yoongi's shoulder, tears squirting into his eyes as the two leave the surgery practice. she doesn't hate me after everything? but why?