A/N: mature Scenes Ahead.🔞🔞
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The next day, morning lights filtered past the iron railing. The beginning of something refreshing. Something sweet as love. Instead, Taehyung felt limp. Eyes blurry with unshed tears. Fist attempted to grip the cold floor tight, nails digging before he dragged his almost lifeless body to sit on the balcony floor.
He didn't remember when he had dragged himself to the balcony last night. Didn't remember when he had fallen asleep on the cold tiled floor.
The burden of truth weighed heavy.
Just then he heard a click. A hushed one.
The door to Jin's balcony opened.
And his guilt resurfaced in the face of Seokjin. His Seokjin. His love.
The immediate beam on his lover's face and glint in his eyes when he realised Tae has been sleeping in the balcony. It made Tae's guilt worse. He doesn't deserve the warmth. Not after what has transpired by his hands.
But Jin's eyes softened when he realised Tae has been sleeping on the balcony floor. Cold and numb.
Jin raised his eyebrow, hinting at him, questioning why he was sleeping on the floor. No words required. Cause Jin knew Tae would read his expression with ease.
He waited for the response to come. For Tae to stand and flash his infamous boxy smile and perhaps tease him. But none of them came.
Still, Jin waited. For 1- 2- 5 full minutes before he was summoned by his eomma and he walked back inside with confusion lashed in his eyes. With his mind began forming unanswered questions.
Why was Tae sleeping on the balcony floor?
Why did he look so lost?
Why did he not acknowledge Jin? Smile at him? Greet him good morning?
Did he not see Jin wearing his favourite colour, Green?
Before Jin could dwell more in it, his mother has already dragged him to the kitchen.
"Come on Jinnie, just a day and you can see Taehyung all you want. No need to escape silently to the balcony."
His aunt teased with a giggle. His Eomma and Moon laughing along. Joining her.
And Seokjin blushed, melted at their constant teases. His concern hid deep inside his mind. For now.
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The heavy clicking of heels resonated with the tiled floor as Taehyung looked up from where he lays spread in the floor. He eyes wanted to bask in Seokjin's beauty, wanted his words to reach his lover's red dusted ears but he couldn't say anything. It felt heavy. Too heavy to even breath.
Just then Lady Hyuna emerged inside from the balcony door.
Taehyung looked up.
And he broke again.
Like a child.
Crying for his Eomma.
To be held by his eomma.
"U-Umma.."
"Tae-Tae, Oh My God, what happened son?" She crunched down, kneeling in front of him.
Eyes full of concern.
Fake concern.
Cause this was exactly how his precious Namjoon cried to her just a day before. In her arms.
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This Damn Love
FanfictionKim Seokjin, A simple, soft spoken human being, has grown up following the idologies of his father, has his life turned upside down after the tragic death of his father. His destiny has bought him into a place where inhumanity is worshipped and the...
