Vmin one Shots

Colors of us

A/n:
trigger warnings:suicide, depression

The evening had finally set and everyone were returning home.The night lights of Seoul shone bright against the surface of Han.A cool breeze from north played with the fringes on taehyung's forehead and a tear fell onto his hand clutched around his phone.There was no call or text to come,none that could save him.Not that he did not have anyone who would but it is the fact that everything feels empty even he is in the midst of those people.He could be hurting but nothing could change the constant pace of his scroll down the screen looking for someone to let himself down on.Maybe some of them wouldn't even mind,but Taehyung feels that he would be more of a burden.

Taehyung had a pretty decent life , nothing really traumatic that he could pin for what he was feeling but it's the loss of purpose.He had no hope or dream, everything he did had no meaning.Even if they did,it didn't stick.There was quite a lot of things taehyung actually liked doing to distract his mind.Painting,playing violin,long drives to name a few but the temporary relief only gave him a taste of peace to steal it all away soon.For taehyung,the world was a pastel gray.The sunset was gray,the gardens were gray and his own reflection was gray.The yellow lights of Seoul were gray.Another tear spilt onto his lap and his phone rang,he flipped it lightly to check the screen.Jimin.Jimin with a heart.

Little fingers that held crayons to color taehyung's gray.

Taehyung cried some more,he had made a lot of promises to his bestfriend,that he would fight this,that he would try his best, that he would call but taehyung never called,not voluntarily.He could never bring himself to extinguish jimin's yellow,his smile that brings sun into every room he walked into.Jimin is blue only when he was with Taehyung,holding out a hand to lock his in Taehyung's.Jimin gets sad when Taehyung is down and that is always.So Taehyung doesn't ever call Jimin,lies he is alright when asked.Taehyung loves Jimin too much to tell the truth.So even though Jimin deserved a goodbye, Taehyung didn't have enough courage.

"'am sorry", Taehyung mumbled at the screen,pressing the button to completely switch it off and he threw the phone down the Han.Taehyung could not hear the phone hit the water with all the whirring motors behind him.The highway was busy.his watch showed 7 and it was too dark for the time already so he stood up.

December 28 ,2022 ,7:04 pm

This is it,this is where it ends.Taehyung gathered the jacket that lay on his side by the pavement and put it on.Jimin's jacket.He pulled up the collar to take a breath, Jimin's lillies.
The wind grew strong,knocking taehyung's hat into the highway.He made no attempt to retrieve it and pulled the jacket closer before pushing himself up the rails and jumping over them to the edge.He looked down to see a scrape on his knuckles from hitting a bend rail.

Kim taehyung had a scratch on his hand when he died.Blood,good omen.He closed his eyes and it is indeed true that before you die, your entire life flashes infront of you.a reminder for you to not give up,to remember about the beautiful moments and what could have beens.Taehyung saw the film in gray again with a hint of yellow somewhere.A smile spread on his lips as he turned around,with his back to the river.he wanted to see the world as he went.Wanted to see the dark sky and yellow lights.Yellow.

"Goodbye Jiminah", Taehyung muttered under his breath before loosing the grip of his hands on the rails.

The group were cheering on as Jin finally belted out the last note of memories of wind.Jin took a bow before coming back to sit.
"Taehyungie should sing next",It was Jimin's voice that brought Taehyung back into the tiny cubicle of the karaoke room.He looked around to see everyone giving him an apprehensive look,they were all worried for him.He was just about to deny but Jimin already pulled him to the mic and started clicking away on the machine.