"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...
The Polaroid bent ever-so-slightly whilst being held safely in Jungkook's hands, analyzing the photo.
His beloved looking so beautiful and innocent, it made Jungkook feel something boil inside him.
He wanted to throw everything away and burn it, but he didn't, he knew he'd regret it. Moreover, it's the single way he could see his face.
Notwithstanding the beauty inside every photo, which he relished, he felt like the photo was mocking him, causing his heart to thump weaker than it previously was.
Believing that soon enough, it would physically break.
Jungkook's thumb traced the Polaroid lovingly, eyes orbiting the boy's features he loved oh-so-much.
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It wasn't all that old, therefore, he had no difficulty regarding remembering the time he captured it.
As a matter of fact, it wasn't old at all, shot just two days before the incident.
Caring became a chore, an inconvenience to his mentality, therefore, when his eyes began to burn, he didn't care. He didn't find one single fuck to give, merely wanting to catch a glimpse of Taehyung's face.
It didn't include his squarish smile, which according to Jungkook could cure every decease present on the planet, but he loved it nonetheless.
It was his Taehyung after all.
His life source.
The one that made life interesting,
who pointed out the most obvious of things just to bring a smile onto his face.
Little did he know, beneath the sheet of happiness and optimism laid a dark side, so hollow the deepest aquatic creatures looked like simple fish.
A void he didn't know he could fill until it was too late.
I can't stand it anymore
I really can't
Taehyung, I miss you I miss you so much
Sleeping alone in the cold... it's unbearable It's like my body is sleeping, but my soul is vacant.
Like something is missing. And it is.
You.
You are missing.
You, Taehyung.
Your sweet, angelic voice wishing goodnight as you try getting closer to me even with your forehead pressing onto my chest. Your slow, deep and genuinely calm breathing soothing me into sleep. Your hands warm and soft like a newborn's holding mine, and oh god- your giggle
A giggle the most euphoric, even the angels above are awestruck.
Your voice, sweet and pure as if it came from heaven itself as a glorious and holy gift from God.
I could go on and on about you and never run out of words and descriptions.
Which is why I have to do something. Something that will reunify us. Something that even death won't be able to tear apart.
