Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Eleven

In the abandoned corridors of my heart, where darkness resides...

it was your footsteps that echoed late in the night.

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"I'm curious." The florist said looking at the man draped in black clothes from head to toe. Who was now again busy in picking those white lilies up in his hand. Blankness surrounding his eyes as he take in the smell of the flowers.

"Aren't you always just that Sara?"

His smile was full of knowing yet there was no trace of taunting in there. Only blankness lingers. It's like he does smile but his eyes doesn't. Which makes feel her even more frustrating.

"Why are you like this? Also why only lilies? There are roses too. We even have sunflowers, Daisy, Aster, Dahlia but you...and your choice always seem stuck on this white calamities."

He didn't answered, instead his eyes fell on the glass window, dew drops were still gathering there, announcing the sun that was slowly rising. 

He smiled again while handing over the flowers to her for packing. "Lilies are pure, fresh...there is no black in there.." He says absentmindedly. "Perfect for funerals."

"You.." The now fuming florist glared at him while pointing her finger at his face. "You are one strange guy Min Yoongi."

"Yet..." He whispered to whom nobody knows. But Sara did noticed.  The melancholy look in his eyes as he says those words next. "Yet that idiot is still the strangest among everyone else."

The one who favored lilies over any other flowers. That morning was like this too. That day this sun rose too. Still it was also that day when he understood, that light, that comes from the sun, as blinding as it is, was not able to remove the darkness those black eyes were showcasing that day.

"Funereal?"

A small smile lift the corner of Taehyung's lips as he took the lily in his hand. "Hmm..it suits me better. After all I am nothing but a corpse too, Yoongi."

He looked and looked for a while, gazing into those deep dark abyss, trying to see for even one glimpse of mockery. Feeling more troubled when he couldn't find it at all. He shook his head, lighting up his cigar, the fog clearing up little by little. "Have you forgotten that you are not dead yet?"

That black eyed man kept the flower away in his front pocket, before lighting up his cigarette and joining Yoongi, looking ahead at the slowly rising sun. "I am though. I died a long time ago Mr. Min Yoongi. It's just not the time to bury me yet. Oh! But one day you might just have to do it." He turned towards the man, that small smile still playing at the corner of his lips. That playful, hurt filled smile that was ripping Yoongi to shreds. "You have to buy at least hundred lilies that day, scatter it along my grave too. Until there won't remain a single place where there won't be that color white. Perfect for me, don't you think?"

Min Yoongi was a man who always have words to say but that day, as he looked at the man who was laughing by then while inhaling the smoke from that cancer stick, he had no words, no assurance, no sentence to give to that man. Nothing at all. So he turned away, not willing to let that man take a glimpse of his moistured eyes. He refused to. "I hope you rot in hell Kim Taehyung." He uttered angrily instead. How dare this laughing fool made him feel this much distraught! This much helplessness! How dare he?

Taehyung didn't said anything that day. Neither did he. But they both knew..that time, this man was talking about will come one day. The road that he was taking, the road that the owner of those black eyes was on, was one and the same. Thus he knew...that time will come. He just doesn't know who was gonna buy those hundred flowers first. Him or this idiot who was still looking at the sun with those black orbs, that were saying stories Yoongi didn't have the courage to listen that time.