Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Twenty One

Of all the seeds that grow in the ground,
Love is the best, I've found.
It's a seed that can never be drowned,
No matter how hard the weather found.

It's a seed that can grow in any soil,
No matter how poor or how spoilt.
It's a seed that can grow in any style,
No matter how old or how shrivelled.

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Chaos. That was all he ever knew. Inside him, around him, outside him, going on and on in an unfinished circle. He was well acquainted with it actually. From the age of six to be precise. He lived with it. He lived through it. He felt it, He breathed it.

So why..why was it nowhere to be found now? The same chatters that keep him awake, that torment his soul, that make it sometimes impossible to avoid, where was that thing?

Kim Taehyung doesn't have the answer to that. His mind was not co-operating with him today. Cause it was still as water, while looking with awe at the human version of angel his eyes never saw before.

That's how Jungkook looked to him. The sun was well up now, shining with it' usual pace, falling on the face of the kid who was oblivious to his struggles, sleeping in his arms, with pink lips partly open. A pink hue surrounding those soft cheeks, eyelashes creating shadows over that face, hair burning aflame. Head rested upon his shoulder, that sweet constant berating hitting his face every now and then.

And those fingers..those small fingers still clutching his shirt in a grip making him unable to move. He wouldn't have been able to even if he wanted. Cause his on hand was around the waist of that kid, holding that petite form to himself securely while the other hand was busy in hiding that face from the sun rays. His palm held over that innocent face, determined to not let anything disturb that sleep.

Because even subconsciously, Kim Taehyung knew, those chaos was not present cause he was holding the peace in his arms. He wanted to keep doing it. At least for awhile. It has been too much time after all, since he felt this much peace. He wanted to enjoy it. Even if he was not rational, even if he was asking for the impossible.

But his mobile had other idea. The loud shrill of it breaking the tranquility in a second, he was at a disadvantage. To take the call or awake the boy.

The decision was made for him, as the body in his arms moved, slightly taking all his attention away from the mobile.

That kid didn't wake up immediately. He moved a little, rubbing that nose on his shirt, inhaling deeply than putting both of those hand around his neck, diving that face more into the crook of his neck before mumbling in a sleeping tone. "Psycho..?"

He smiled, unknowingly. "I never asked why am I psycho?" He was curious. Really. So much so that he didn't even concentrate on the phone that rang and rang until finally stopping.

That flufball in his arms didn't answer but two big eyes did peek at him. Though that head was still lying on his shoulder nonetheless. "Because you are a Psycho. That's why."

"Your answer doesn't make sense."

"You don't either, you dumbo." Those lips pouted, then leaned back, still holding onto him. "Yo..you scold me." Jungkook mumbled, eyes falling down, and tears gathering in there. Not that Taehyung can see. But he knew those eyes were again filled to the bream.

"You misbehaved with Younjun. That is not ok Princess. " He wiped the lonely tear that fell with his thumb before placing it below that chin, holding up that face so he could see those eyes again. "Everyone has a past, Princess. Not everybody has the privilege to be born into richness. Younjun, he was among those who didn't even have parents. So if you poke that place where he hurt the most, it will bleed more. It will pain more."