temerate : to break a bond or binding promise.
Jeongguk falters in his steps when his eyes fall on the papers on the table.
Taking hesitant steps, he's able to recognise them.
Divorce papers.
The marriage ring, left too.
A sob builds in his throat, when he sees that Taehyung has signed them.
With wobbly knees, he crouches to the table's level. With trembling hands, he grabs the ring and stares at it.
It's the same one he's wearing on his finger, but it's not the same.
It's Taehyung's.
And it's the only thing the elder had willingly worn.
The only thing that binds him to Jeongguk.
There were times when he was battling with his thoughts, thoughts about how Taehyung won't stay, but one look at this ring and he was able to breathe.
He snorts, too naive to think that he won't leave.
Jeongguk doesn't even realize how tears spill from his eyes, he turns to the bouquet in his hands and then sniffles.
He was supposed to tell him, he loves him today.
Finally, he had mustered up the courage to do so. He wasn't expecting anything in return, Jeongguk just wanted him to know.
However he wasn't expecting divorce papers and an empty house.
Jeongguk still wants to see him, still wants to run in his arms, even though he knows they are not open for him.
He wipes his wet cheeks with the back of his hands and takes out his phone to dial Namjoon's number. His husband's brother picks it up immediately.
"Where did h-he go?"
He can hear him sigh, "He told me not to tell you Guk-ah."
"Please." He breathes, biting the inside of his cheek to not let the other hear him cry.
Namjoon inhales, "At Jimin's, he-he's alone."
He whispers a weak 'thank you' and gathers himself, shoving the ring in his pocket and grabbing the car keys, Jeongguk walks out, shutting the door behind him.
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Jeongguk has arrived at his door, he has been standing there for five minutes or so.
His chest constricts with the thought of everything that could go wrong, if he knocks.
/Nothing is right either/
He runs a hand through his hair and takes the leap, knocking on the door.
After a few moments, the door opens to a sight he's quite used to.
Freshly bathed Taehyung, with water dripping from the tips of his hair.
"Jeongguk." His voice is hoarse, and now that he looks properly at his face, his eyes are red rimmed too.
The younger doesn't say anything, he just stares, stares because he can't get himself to do anything, because he can't reach out to him.
Because he's not his, never was.
He wordlessly steps inside, when Taehyung gives him the space to do so.
Jeongguk looks at Taehyung, but the elder is looking at anywhere but him.
