Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

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Taehyung couldn't stiffle his thoughts or put down his worries, sleeping the sadness away. His eyes turned red soar for he didn't blink them, refused all the good naps his softest comfortable study chair provided for as soon he would close his eyes, all the troubling thoughts of his marital life shall floats ere eyes, so haunting, so cruel.

Would things turn any normal after sending away my wife?

Those merry months in his marriage never had a day where he would come home and see no source of the kind warmth, a beautiful home feeling emitting through his wife, Seokjin. Although he had days staying away from home however he had a pleasant feeling that his wife shall be there, standing at threshold with loveliest smile, in their lovely home, counting days to be together again.

How will I step inside the house that shall have no melodies of Seokjin?

He walked downstairs to the living room where Seokjin was sitting all by himself, winced in the corner of sofa. Once, wasn't willing to get locked in room was today adamant on not coming outside. Taehyung pulled him out here.

A luggage bag dropped near his feet on the floor. The bag that wasn't packed by him but maids for he couldn't move even a small finger or move eyes, numb since last night.

Taehyung sucked the air sharply and closed his eyes when he recalled unwillingly about last night—such a horrendous time where his own eyes gulped the poison slathered on his wife's unholy touched body. All hideous and disgusting that shall take days to faint away. Till then my eyes won't see him the same.

“Get up,” Taehyung rang, startling the poor looking male, who shivered even in the warm sweater. “We are leaving.” he picked up the bag and walked out. Seokjin watched his man leave without his eyes even looking at him for once.

He inhaled waveringly. “Seokjin-ah!” Jimin came running down and curled his fingers into Seokjin's who halted on his slow steps. “Come here for a second.” he pulled him into corner. “Hyung just minute, I promise.” he looked pleadingly at Taehyung who stood at the threshold, now turned around his back and ambled out. 

“Seokjin, seokjin, how will I spent days here alone, without you?” Jimin tilted his head at the name he said twice who's eyes were stuck on the floor, his lashes veiled them. “Why did you do this?” Jimin asked in a very  whisper. “And if you did then tell the reason and accept it. We are no cruel and you're lovely to us. Every mistake of yours shall be forgiven. Don't stay dumb, can't you see my brother’s heart deeply hurting.”

Jimin waited for answer, probably for five minutes or more. Every seconds  making his frustration in profuse. A minute asked was now over and came a shout of deep voice from outside. “Send him here!” Jimin flinched and gave up on him. “Anyways I just wanted to say goodbye. See you soon.”

He moved out of the way so seokjin walked away from him—“Once we can stay without you Seokjin-ah,” Jimin's voice echoed, pausing younger. “But can't be forgiven if you truly intended to hurt my brother. You're surely lovely to us but don't forget we had good days even before you.” Seokjin didn't turn around to say anything, just a second to proceed on the words, letting out a sigh and he just disappeared out.

His steps were slowed down as his eyes caught the sight of splendid blooms in the garden, dewdrops glowed on it for him take droplet in his finger, he smiled faintly. His eyes drifting to Taehyung who was standing with the charioteer, near chariot in his very dimly mood, his eyes fell on Seokjin's who lowered his head and quickly walked to him.