Jungkook doesn't know what hurts more, his husband blatantly lying to his face. Or the smell of sweet lilac sticking to his suit, like mold on concrete.
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After silently crying out every bit of his sorrows, he felt numb. As if the life in his eyes drained with each tear, he let escape.
The photographer put their soiled clothes in the washer and picked up the dented lipstick. Walking to their bedroom, putting the product in his bedside cabinet. No matter how much it pained him, he still changed Taehyung's clothes.
He knew Taehyung hated stuffy clothing when going to bed, so he slid a thin white shirt over his torso.
Taehyung liked checkered pajamas, he claimed they were the most comfortable, no matter the situation. So, he put them on him, softly smiling at the memory.
The CEO hated socks, slippers, or any restraint on his feet so Jungkook made sure his shoes were off.
He made his husband feel comfortable. Even if it hurt knowing that he was with a different person just mere hours ago, because he loved him.
Looking at the clock at their bedside table it read
'3:56 am'
It was too early to get up and start the day, but he didn't have it in him to spend another night with the source of his pain.
His plan was soon thrown out the window, because as soon as he tried to leave a hand grabbed his wrists.
"Where are you going? Join me..." He looked down to see Taehyung's eyes barely opened. His voice scratchy and deep with sleep.
Jungkook had no choice but to slide into the duvet to join his husband. His back pressing against Taehyung's chest. Placing his arm under his head as arms secure themselves across his waist. Eyes suddenly brimming with tears.
He felt pathetic
Wiping away his tears, he slowly shifted his position and faced taehyung who was sleeping peacefully. Jungkook smiled, because even in the darkness Taehyung was so beautiful. His dark locks, so soft against his face. The moles that scattered around his features, Jungkook admired so much.
At this point he let his tears fall. Hands reaching up to softly caress the face of the man he once trusted, the same man who tortures his heart every day to no end.
The man he still loved...
"You'll have time to stare tomorrow baby, just sleep for now" Taehyung spoke, almost startling the man in his arms.
If it wasn't for the darkness, he would've noticed Jungkook's red face and the tears that littered it. He would have seen the eyebags the latter tried so hard hiding. He would have seen the pain Jungkook had been harboring for so long.
But... he never did...
Jungkook was happy he didn't. He never wants Taehyung to see him this vulnerable, it would hurt more. Instead, he buried his face in the latter's chest and hugged him tight. His heart clenched painfully at the faint smell of lilac, a smell he grew to hate, but he still stayed.
That night Jungkook allowed himself to forget everything, to pretend as if it was just the two of them. Just for a while...
