Twilight of Itaewon | Taekook ✔

14. Neon Stars

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My heart can't take this anymore
Even under the moonlight, we're unknown to us
The petals falling and the autumn leaves bidding bye to us
My heart can't take this anymore
Even under the same sky, we're unknown to us
The snowstorms messing with the wild wind, leaving us in a mystery again.

Let's just say, None of this is a coincidence.

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Half closed eyes and sleep-deprived mind traced the lines of that vintage-style diary. Letters shattered like pearls from a jewelry box. The ink scents the room with the hint of ever-favorite lavender.  Emotions- it feels like he wants to bury them, just like the falling petals waiting to blend with the mud.

Jeongguk felt like crying. Why does this pain him a lot? Why is he feeling like his heart ripped off from his ribcage and he's no longer able to live? Maybe he just exaggerating. But one thing, the vibe he got from the lines he read is pure anguish

Checking his phone to look at what time it is, Jeongguk plopped on the bed. His hands wrapped around the diary. It's 2:35 am.

Thank God, Tomorrow is Sunday and he's free. He begged for sleep so that he can forget the anonymous pain in his heart.

Nothing happened. Jeongguk tried for forty-eight minutes. But sleep is not in his basket today. Getting up from the bed, he leads himself to the kitchen. Oh, yeah- coffee.

Even though the officer hated this, he didn't have any better option. Either sleep or stay awake. Half sleep is not what he wants today.

Jeongguk opened the door of the guest room. Whenever that vanilla smell welcomes him, he feels nauseous. It's not like he hates that scent. But something- something there isn't satisfying his heart.

Roaming around and touching the plants near the window, Jeongguk closed the door and walked out. He sat on the bean bag in the living. Holding his coffee and the diary, Jeongguk decided to go with reading it.

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How faster the night changes into days we waited for. I can't believe we made it to the second year. Aaaand... It's Hobi hyung's birthday.

Hyung,

What can I tell you? You're one in a million. No one in our life can be a competition to you.

You have power- a power that none in GangBangtan has. You know how to connect us and complete our story. You know how to be a glue, a friend of all friends.

You're rich, handsome, fashionista, best dancer, great laughter, and humorous. But what makes me wonder about you is the pure heart you're.

You are innocent, supportive, and always positive. I love your attitude like that. You don't get distracted by things like Jimin. You don't have mood swings like me. You're not short-tempered like Namjoon. You're not that much dumb like Jin hyung... Hehe...

You're our pivot point, Hobi hyung. I feel like it's because of you we're GangBangtan.

Thank you so much hyung, for holding us together, for Keeping us connected, for making us happy and sharing your sunshine, for completing GangBangtan.