Maybe you were too beautiful to be mine and i was too wounded to be yours.
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Blood and sins run thicker than water and guilt gripped on his heart till blood running through the veins is thinner than the water.
Taehyung stands leaning against the wall of the bathroom, his hands gripping on the glass door of the shower, raggedly breathing; he feels claustrophobic in the small space although it wasn’t small. The bathroom is bigger than necessary.
He is also feeling embarrassed and stupid, why is he portraying himself as a martyr when he is the one committing the vice.
The one who chooses to play with the fire doesn’t deserve to cry when burned. They chose it, he chose it.
His panic attack has finally slowed down and he can see things clearly. The aftermath of his actions were even more shattering. Still again he found himself cradling in the arms of water ready to leave, ready to give up.
His mother wouldn’t be proud if he chose to go this way to meet her.
Sighing, Taehyung gets out of the bathtub, his limbs shivering as he does so.
Stepping outside of the bathroom, a trail of water following along, Taehyung walks towards the closet. Cringing at the sight of wet carpet but he didn’t stop, he was too tired to think about the white carpet turning beige and heavy with water infusing with his immoralities.
The walk in closet is big, bigger than he had back in his childhood. It was pretty too, glamouring with sunset yellow lights. Shoes and clothes from branded lines show cased safety in the glass box.
Once a time, when new to fame and luxury, he would step in here and behold it with holding stars in his eyes until it became too mundane, a regular sight for him.
Taehyung pulls the towel from the corner side, dabbing on his wet skin dry. Cleaned from dirt, heavy with filth, Taehyung’s tan skin glistens golden under the yellow setting. The wet beige shorts are thrown in the side basket alongside his wet boxers.
Now changed into new clean and dried clothes, a simple faded navy blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants, drawstring loose and untied. Taehyung moves closer to the drawn curtain, unraveling it to see the outside.
‘What time is it?’ he thought.
It is probably around evening, the sun is settling, beaming with the shiniest ray of warmth before returning to the darkness. There is no one at sight, the streets laid empty and barren. Taehyung’s eyes travel around, as if running to find something but there is nothing at the sight, it was pretty evident that his dreariness is increasing and his darling isn’t at the sight.
But Taehyung is an adult, seeing he wasted this much time over nothing made his nose scrunched. Intended that he would not waste more and make use of rest he skipped lunch and went straight to his work room.
(Taehyung is a violinist, producer and composer. His works are mostly for the back tracks of orchestra, movies and shows. He was an active violinist and performer until some years ago and then he retired. So he is not in public eyes but still working on music, he rarely ever performs. Mostly works from home but goes to the office if his presence is ever needed.)
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Dread silence, Jungkook enters the penthouse after hours, coming back a little late from what his working hours were supposed to be because he felt bad for going late. Honestly Jungkook was expecting Taehyung to be waiting and worried for him but the said man hides in the darkness.
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