To Taehyung; forever ago [taekook]

the beginning

This story is dedicated to everyone who has ever tried to find love, to my 'Taehyung', and to every Taehyung out there who has ever loved a Jungkook.

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The world is full of broken people. Unfortunately splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can't mend fractured hearts, wounded minds, torn spirits. Currently, Kim Taehyung was Jungkook's medication of choice.

Luckily for him, in times of sickly sweet holidays wherein people were in desperate need of affection was an apothecary with a deep supply of this prescription. As Jungkook stared at the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on. The two of them alone in one of  Taehyung's vacation houses that seemed isolated from all the trouble, the house badly adorned with leaves and flowers and a huge tree. It seemed good enough for someone who never really decorated, besides the end goal was to bring some Christmas spirit anyways and they still delivered. Jungkook was sprawled in Taehyung's bed; and god did Jungkook love it when Taehyung slept in his bed. He loved how he could still smell the remaining scent the next day, and just lay there. It was all bizarre and weirdly new to him. He's shared a bed with Hoseok once before, but not quite like this. He memorized the whole painting in his head. The hills of the sheets covering half of Taehyung's face and his hair moving with every deep warm breath that he took as he napped. His face red and tired, and cheeks glistening with the remaining moisture from the tears. This wasn't what he imagined their first Christmas together would turn out.

So badly Jungkook wanted to sleep next to the boy, he knew he wanted to, he just had to, it was what he needed. Taehyung was all he needed.

However he couldn't live with himself if he did that, he knew way beyond his own selfish urges now. This wasn't about their friendship anymore. It was never about the friendship to begin with, they were far beyond and Jungkook knew this. He also knew he's not what Taehyung needs. "I can't give you all of that. I'm not what you want." He whispers to the sleeping boy beside him while he carefully runs his thumb on Taehyung's eyebrow down to his cheek.

So at that hour, in Chuncheon South Korea, precisely 4:37 in the morning, Jungkook decided to crash on the couch in the living room, with Taehyung being the last memory he had that day. Taehyung was right about one thing, people were like diamonds, Taehyung was definitely one, except this time, Jungkook was just broken glass. He's always been.

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Copyright by halfemptykookie 2017

⚠️This story contains a lot of cursing, sexual content, drugs, self-harm, other violent stuff so if you get easily triggered or disturbed by those so read at your own costs. If there is some content that you may find rude, disrespectful or offensive, I apologize but it is only to support my characters' personas. Also Dean Koontz^^ bc I love.

This story idea is orginally mine, plagiarism is illegal so I hope you respect that. If ever there is already a story that is quite similar to this one, I can assure you it is purely coincidental.

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