"a beautiful shot of a beautiful boy."
;; a short taekook fanfic where jungkook, a photographer that takes only polaroids, lost his soulmate, whom was also the love of his life, by suicide. only having the polaroids as memories of the boy that cease...
Another morning, another day of suffering. Jeon could barely open his eyes this time, they were so immensely heavy. Nausea spread throughout his body along with the feeling of despair. The heart within his chest ached progressively, almost causing him to form a pained expression.
Instead of leaving the bed, as he would ordinarily do, Jungkook decided to only sit up; that way he could reach his stash of Polaroids which laid in a drawer in his nightstand. His orbs gazed across all of the pictures deeply, each and every one of them possessing a special place within his aching heart. Stopping at a certain one, his eyes catching it mid-scroll, his breath hitched as his eyes began heating up to the point of burning.
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Last summer, when they were at the beach during their vacation, he took this photo. Memories from that day were so thorough and clear like it was only yesterday it happened. The sound of waves sneaking up the shore, leaving behind the static sound of foam connecting with sand during the return to the sea. Countless seagulls shouting their anthem as they travel through the air, their wings beating correspondingly in an undetermined pattern. Angelic laughs from his beloved which could bring happiness in even the most broken of creatures. Said sounds produced the end result of harmony which Jungkook failed to remember, notwithstanding his love for it.
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"Kookie!" Shouted Taehyung in pure glee along with a beaming grin, hands clapping.
Turning his head toward him after capturing a picture of the sea behind them, Jungkook arched a brow along with an amused smile. Amidst his grin, he jogged toward the male until stopping a few meters apart.
"Here's a suitable place for a picture." Stated the blonde as he sat down on the sand, legs slightly off the ground. A beloved smile to Jungkook was gifted from him before turning his head, erasing his previous joyful expression. Instead, he formed a blank one as he stared into the distance.
Cooing, bent down to snap the picture, smile wide on his lips. He took the picture and got the Polaroid quickly. From the first glance, he knew that already from the first shot he managed to take the perfect one. A content smile stood proudly on Jungkook's face as he approached Taehyung that shifted his head towards him with that unique squarish smile of his.
Seating himself behind the blonde, wrapping his arms around his waist as he laid his chin on the other's shoulder, Jungkook revealed the picture and Taehyung shot his eyes up in shock.
"Such a great shot..." Mumbling, he inspected the Polaroid, fingers gracing the plastic delicately. Jeon chuckled and tightened his grip on the male before connecting his lips to his earlobe.
Giggling oh-so-sweetly, Taehyung turned his head toward Jungkook's so they faced each other, gazes connected to each other until their lips locked.
Nevertheless, of the brief time, it was meaningful.
"You're so beautiful, Kim Taehyung."
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Jungkook felt a tear slide down his cheek as his eyes increased in heat as the seconds passed. Soon enough he let the tears run, countless of them landing on the Polaroid, staining the plastic. Sniffing, he covered his mouth and whimpered, sealing his eyes shut in a harsh manner. He coughed into his hand and bent down his head in anguish.
Gnawing harshly on his lip, he flung his head back and gulped. "Fuck..." He hissed and gritted his teeth before turning his head down again, just to let the tears fall as his heart thumped painfully in his chest; as if he contained no blood in his body and the heart tried everything it could to get produce some and circulate. Still, it just ended up irregular and caused Jungkook to lose breath and cough even more.
Amidst of his breakdown, he snatched the diary and pen off the nightstand and began writing, allowing his tears to fall shamelessly on the paper.
Day 9 It's horrible. Everything is hurting. And it won't stop. My stomach hurts. My head hurts. My eyes hurt. My heart hurts. What do I do? All I can do is cry. Cry and wail. That's all. But I have to remember it's only a dream. It has to be. It can't be true. After all, Taehyung wouldn't. He just wouldn't. I just miss him. So much. Please Tae, please come back to me. I need you.
