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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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The redhead slowly raised the burning cigarette to his mouth and slipped it between his slightly chapped lips. He sucked in his cheeks gently, taking a hard drag. He didn't blow the smoke right away, though, he held the poison in his lungs until he felt a pain that finally made his lips part. He allowed the gray smoke, however, to slowly escape through the slightly parted lips, for a brief moment obscuring the view of the panorama of Seoul that stretched before his eyes.
Once again, he was sitting in a park near the Han River, staring at the Banpo Bridge. He didn't know how much time he spent here, or how he even got here. Everything was just a blur. All he could think about were Jeongguk's words and what had happened between them this morning. He played their quarrel over and over in his head, as if he couldn't think of anything else anymore.
He thought he heard his melodious voice repeating all these cruel words over and over again. Even when he lowered his eyelids for only a few short seconds, he could see his face. As he ran his tongue over his dry lips, he could still feel the taste of his mouth on them. His kisses were like bruises on his skin. His touch, like a tattoo he'll never be able to remove.
He moistened his lips delicately, and when he felt the salty taste of his own tears on them, he swallowed with difficulty the lump that had formed again in his throat. He wanted to scream. Scream as loud as he could until his torn throat starts to bleed. He wished he could do something, anything, to finally get over the pain that was squeezing his heart, but he knew that even if he tore his vocal cords and cut his throat, it wouldn't help. It was the kind of pain he might never get over. He felt as if he had lost a part of himself.
And perhaps it was so.
Jeongguk became a part of him. He crept into his mind, under his skin, and into his heart, leaving footprints on it.
"I knew I'd find you here," a familiar voice suddenly said behind him.
Taehyung wet his lips again, then lifted the cigarette to his mouth and took a long drag. But he didn't turn around. He sat almost motionless, still staring straight ahead.
"Jeongguk told you?" He asked finally.
His voice sounded strange, perhaps because he had been silent for so long, swallowing his own tears.
"No," the newcomer answered quickly. "Actually..." he began, approaching him. He approached his friend, crossing the small green belt in a few quick steps, and perched on the stone wall next to him. "Jimin told me. Jeongguk called him this morning. Very shaky. He asked to come pick him up. A while ago, Jimin called me and told me what happened. Apparently Jeongguk finally told him the truth about you..." he explained.
Taehyung snorted involuntarily, then raised the cigarette to his mouth and took another puff, squinting his dark eyes gently like a wild cat watching its game.
"There is no us anymore..." he gasped, swallowing the lump forming in his throat with difficulty.
Yoongi said nothing. He slipped a hand into his worn denim jacket with a distinct abrasion on the right sleeve, and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He took one out and slipped it between his lips, and after a short while the tip was inserted into the fire spit out by his favorite zippo. He took a drag and dropped the pack back into his pocket, then looked at the sight of the Han River before his eyes.
