When The Tiger Lilies Bloom | Taekook

15. Blue & Grey

The small light from the candle was spreading around the library way too bright that he wanted it to be gone. Because the light was blocking the train of thoughts in him, wrapped in a midnight black of the dungeon, scented with the thick smell of the closed room, and the fragrance of wildflowers, not with the vax of the candle and the old books.

The dream inside his head was not as beautiful as the reality he was living in. But Jungkook doesn't belong to this place. Jungkook doesn't have a place in that century either. Then where does he belong?

His fingers trembled while tracing the portrait of a man in white, sitting in tiny, hugging his knees and head placed atop them as he stared outside the window of his chamber, gaze situated on the cherry blossom that stood like the victim of autumn.

Jungkook couldn't bring himself to finish the painting. The pencil in his hand, the thoughts clouded in his head, the heartbeat he was feeling all this time, everything paused.

As if time stopped, he stumbled upon the view in front of him at that moment- precisely, the man in front of him. Two worlds. Two lives. Two stories. Still, it felt like he had read all this before. Like an illusion, the face obscured his tranquility, the little actions had no connections to him, and even the light between them felt so strange. The vibe he was getting from the library was way too suffocating.

Jungkook looked at the book on his lap, eyes feeling warm with the hot tears pricking inside. He took several deep breaths to calm himself though all he wanted was to blow the candlelight and take a nap. That way, his whole consciousness will be less hurt. But everything was against him.

With one more pencil stroke on the sketch he made, Jungkook looked at the portrait and started dreaming.

"Hey, my dear Han...

How have you been?

It's so cold here, wish you were here to keep me warm. Wish you were here to hold my hand and read me your favorite stories.

Do you miss me, Han? Do you miss your Kookie?

But for me, I don't miss you...

I see you every day in my dream, in every painting I draw, every book I read. I just... I'm sorry... I can't come and get you. I'm sorry for not promising a forever. I'll always love you, My Prince Han."

With that, Jungkook let his tears fall slowly, he closed the book, not wanting to ruin the portrait he made of his beloved Hansung. Jungkook felt his heart squeezing at the word. The name makes him shiver. The thought of his prince makes him weak. He was still in a fantasy that one day, once again, he will have Hansung in his arms. And the boy never stopped dreaming.

~ 🍂 ~

Taehyung was a mess. A beautiful mess, I might say. With his eyes droopy, lips pouty, fingers fidgety, he sat down facing Jungkook for God knows how long. He was holding his dear patience all this long to not jump and tell his infamous love affair to the man. He should make a move. The time was going out of his hand. But all Taehyung could do was scold his evil twin for giving stupid ideas inside his head.

Sitting like that and scanning Jungkook for whatever he was doing might give him the image of a creepy stalker but Taehyung couldn't care less. That's only when Jungkook turned to look at him, Taehyung jolted in surprise and grinned not so awkwardly or that's what he believed.

"Umm... Do you perhaps... Have your phone with you? So we can call someone... It's pretty late"

The deep voice chanted inside his head and Taehyung felt he was dancing in the rain, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes.