The scene is almost comical, something even with his immoral imagination, it is something Taehyung can never imagine, something he can't even think of even in his wildest dreams.
To put it into words would be just hilarious but yet he feels like crying, begging, shouting and asking what he did wrong? Where did he go wrong? Why? Why does it have to be him?
Jungkook is on his knees shivering, begging and sitting in front of Taehyung who is sitting on the couch. Jungkook is saying something, Taehyung's ears can't decipher. Taehyung is sitting still as he just stares.
He didn't say anything, moreover he can't say anything. He could only stare, stare at how delicate they have become.
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Taehyung can't tell what's more dreadful. Waking up and facing his love or sleeping within the comfort of his love's almost unfamiliar scent.
To him both are worse and he can't avoid one without facing the other. So he decided to do what is easier: he walks out from the bedroom, his hairs messy curling all over his forehead and falling everywhere on his shoulder.
Maybe he should get his hair done. They don't suit like they used to before. Taehyung's completely platinum blond hairs are now black by roots, and the vibrant charm of blond is fading to dull. Maybe that's the reason why Taehyung looks so sad every time these days.
And despite the comfortable cotton material of white t-shirt that Taehyung buys from an unnecessary luxurious brand, unnecessary because it looks quite ordinary. The fabric is cushiony against his body, touching him till the torso, but it is almost uncomfortably sweaty.
The sticky feeling all around his neck, hairs and hands makes him want to take a shower first but Taehyung has this one habit, he can't take a shower when he just woke up. If he did that then the whole day he would be feeling weird in his stomach. (Taehyung is just lazy and making excuses to justify his actions.)
Maybe the price is set because of the brand rather than the t-shirt itself.
Taehyung walks out of their shared bedroom and he sees Jungkook with flowers he bought yesterday. A silent gasp release from Taehyung's lips.
Jungkook was pretty and there's no other way one could describe him as. He was always pretty and something.
Pretty and hard working. Pretty and intelligent. Pretty and talented. Pretty and playful and version of it but he was always pretty.
One look and anyone could tell he was the prize creation of god, he is born art and is born for artists to get inspired by him.
Jungkook looks like he just came from the washroom after taking a shower, Jungkook's hair is somewhat between dry and wet. Drops of water trickling down on his shoulder almost turning the frail light grey colour of his t-shirt into a bold darker one. The light shade turns into something which suits Jungkook's even better.
So pretty, that Taehyung can't vocalise it.
So pretty, that Taehyung almost feels like a sinner to keep Jungkook all to him.
So pretty, that Taehyung can't even keep him at bay, his heart acts before his heart.
Jungkook looked unfazed as he smells pretty buds which are just tossed on the dinner table a few seconds ago and Taehyung is intimidated by the beauty in front of him.
Taehyung breaths hitches, words losing in his throat, a slight wetness covering corners of Taehyung's eyes. So pretty, that it almost hurts.
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Fanfiction"Will do anything for me, love?' 'Then just cry, cry for me.' --- A tale of love and obsession, where devotion walks the edge of despair. Taehyung is an artist lost in a maze of memories, longing, and haunted devotion. In his world, love is both a...
