Love is half

8

There is a looped rope hanging from the ceiling. A chair, broken and has fallen on the floor.

There is few droplets of blood sprayed around the bathroom, and the place sounds like alcohol. Floating. And Jungkook is floating. He doesn't remember why he is here or anything. His eyes are locked with the rope, the chair, the imagine of Taehyung is clear in his mind, the razor on the sink, stained and broken, makes it perfect to image.

The lunch he had in the afternoon somewhere near the opening of his throat. He swallows it down. Then remembers Taehyung is sitting outside. Motionless. Somehow breathing and it is almost as if he is not. He grabs the first-aid-kit that he came to the bathroom to grab. Turns the lights off and leaves.

"Hold onto the pillow if it hurts too much" Jungkook's voice reaches to Taehyung's ears, but it floats away. The pillow is placed on his lap and his fingers are unaware of it. His entire body feels numb, a hand holding his wrists gently, tapping the cotton against the large slit just a little away from his veins. His eyes are almost closed, he can barely see Jungkook's knitted eyebrows through his blurred visions, he is here, but then he is not. He is alive, but it feels like his soul has left him.

He is drowning, burning, getting crashed again, all over and all of him. Even the presence of Jungkook doesn't make him feel better. It makes him want to pull a trigger because, Jungkook did not need to see him like this. Nobody deserves to.

"Open your mouth " The younger orders, Taehyung does without any hesitation.

Cool water spills on his tongue, melts in his system. He takes a long breath and Jungkook pulls the glass away from his mouth. His head lolling back on the pillow he has placed on the corner of the couch earlier.

Taehyung opens his eyes and sees him, still face, round eyes now looks so small, eyebrows knitted together, the younger sitting near his leg, his breath fanning over his wrist as he cleans his wound, never too much pressure, never too slow, moving the cotton so perfectly- hands that never does anything wrong.

And then there is a sound of a box closing, through his blurred vision, Taehyung sees the first aid kit box being moved to the side, away from his feet. Jungkook's hands are lingering around his wrist, a thumb caressing over the bandage, the younger looks up. "It won't take too long to heal. Just make sure not to get it water in there and-"Jungkook pauses, "You will be fine." small voice, unsure. Taehyung wants to chuckle.

Jungkook looks anywhere but his eyes. Under the light of the ceiling, his shirt has slipped a little from the corner of his shoulder, revealing his collarbones. His baby fat on his cheeks have disappeared, and is replaced with high cheekbone, the scar is still carved beautifully on corner of his face, deer like lashes and parted mouth. Strong eyebrows.

Jungkook has build himself so beautifully, strong and organized. Was able to treat Taehyung's hand without throwing up or crying, he has always been the stable one between them. His eyes are still mesmerizing.

Taehyung wonder's if it's possible for him to take his last breath this way, with Jungkook sitting in front of him.

The same person who Taehyung remembers seeing him standing in alleyway, cheeks round with blush pink and tears glistening over his baby cheeks and trembling lips. His body too, was a lot leaner than Taehyung, a lot lighter, he was small and his voice was quieter than whisper. Sometimes Taehyung had to lean towards him in order to hear him out, because Jungkook was scared about what he wants to say, so unsure. A shy kid who found home in another kid. Four years. A different universe.