Rhymes || Taekook

Jungkook

If anyone asked me what's the one color, I detest the most, I would say white, but then one look at my apartment and you would say I am lying. The color white once had me maddening at its sight but now, I find peace in it. White represents purity, calmness, innocence. But as they say, everything has a negative factor.  

It makes me feel strong, powerful even, my past has molded my personality to what I am today, but it shouldn't've have happened. Then again, if not me it would've been someone else, someone too weak to fight back, to live as I did. 

White can sometimes feel cold and sterile, evoking a sense of emptiness or detachment. It's a blank canvas, revealing every flaw and imperfection, making it both unforgiving and demanding. Yet, within these contradictions lies its allure. People just refuse to see it, too blinded by its purity.

The more I look at the blood droplets splattered on the wall, the more it makes me nauseous. The strong metallic smell makes my head spin. "Hyung!" It's Namjoon hyung's doing. He is always messy with his work. "Namjoon hyung!" He will be the one to clean it because there's no way I am touching it. God knows whose blood is this. 

"Yeah yeah, what is it?" He must be cooking something again as the stirrer is still in his hand with an apron tied around him when he walks in the room. "This! Hyung, you know I hate the smell of blood! What were you even doing in my room!" I hate shouting at him and behaving like this but, even though he is my brother, there are some boundaries and rules even he has to follow.

"You are talking as if I did a crime by entering your room!" There he goes, playing the victim card. "You are my brother, so what if you are adopted, we are still brothers! We share everything, I didn't even do anything in your room for you to overreact." The look on his face is the same as the one years back when he was the one who broke mother's favorite vase but blamed it on me then tried to make me understand how it's common between siblings.

And of course, he has to remind me I am adopted.

"Then why don't you share your room with me? Why don't you tell me where you go at ass o'clock in dawn or night? Why don't you tell me what you were doing in my room and why there's blood on my wall when you know I am a clean freak and the wall's fucking white!!" Till I was done speaking, I noticed my breathing getting heavier and I was hyperventilating at some point. I would have grey hairs and blood pressure problems living with him.

He was frozen at his place with no answer to give. Not like I expect anything from him. Pushing him aside I walked out of my room, and just then my phone rang with, 'Officer <3' on display, a smile came on my lips, forgetting about what just happened. Taehyung is like a sunshine in my dull, depressed life.

"Hey, beautiful." I answered the call while wearing my shoes since staying with my brother isn't the best thing right now. "Hi. Are you free?" Shouldn't I be the one asking that since he is a civil servant? "Yes. Wanna hangout?" My voice was confident but there was a nervous turmoil in me, internally praying him to say yes. I need to be away from here.

Luckily, he did. "Should I pick you up?" He proposed like the gentleman he is, but I had to be somewhere else before meeting him, so I declined. "Ok, that's fine. See you at the Greenland cafe!"

"Sure, bye!" Hanging up the call, I pulled open my car door, throwing back the bag which was on the driving seat before I turned on the ignition and left my home. 

While driving to my destination I looked in the front mirror and ruffled my hair. I know I am blessed with looks and physique though I hope I am not dressed up as a street rat. It would ruin my image to dust.

Before driving to the cafe, I stopped by a flower shop which was an old one and the owner of the shop was a sweet grandpa. 

"Evening, old man." I greeted from behind as the grandpa was busy sorting the flowerpots since it was time to close the shop. "Jungkook! Where are you, brat? You didn't visit this dying man even once in the last week!" He nagged me playfully as he walked to the front, a snowdrop in his hand that he leaned forward and tucked in my breast pocket of the black shirt I was wearing.