Fix you | a BTS fanfiction

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The N Seoul Tower was an illuminating blue colour that shone brightly against the ink black sky. It towered over the members' heads as they wowed and took many pictures of the tower.

"We're going to that large hill over there," Seokjin told the others, pointing over into the distance. "It would be lovely to see the view."

"He decided it, not me," Namjoon told the group, and they exploded into sneaky giggles. 

"What's the point?" Jungkook asked. "Isn't everything gonna be dark and hard to see?"

"It will be bright from the stars," Seokjin smiled, flashing his paper white teeth. 

"I think it's great," Taehyung mumbled, and Seokjin gave him a bright, pleased smile, obviously happy with himself for getting Taehyung to agree with him.

"Well, let's go!" Jimin exclaimed, throwing his arms up, and the group headed towards their cars.

Jungkook kept glancing over to the silent elder who stayed quiet with his head down. He wondered when he would actually say something; not something in particular. Anything. He wanted Taehyung to talk to him again, like really have a proper conversation with him. He missed him. 

And Taehyung missed him too. But he couldn't talk to him. He had problems. He didn't want to hurt Jungkook. It was for his own good. 

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"Wow, you can see everything!"

Seokjin grinned, standing by the edge of the large hill, before sitting on a bench that overlooked the whole city. The rest of BTS followed, bringing their oohs, ahhs  and wowwws. Taehyung stood silently, and took his phone out of his pocket. His skin rubbed against the cold material of the phone, and he tightened his grip, savouring the coolness.

He brought his hands up, and, quite shakily, positioned his phone to take a picture of the scenery. He made sure the dark silhouettes of the gleeful members edged the bottom of the screen, chatting and laughing and watching with dreamy eyes.

Snap.

Taehyung brought it back, inspected the picture, and nodded to himself, satisfied. He went to turn his phone off, but his clammy hand made his palm accidentally touch the flip icon, and suddenly he was looking at himself.

He brought his hand up again, and was he saw was a sad boy, eyes dark even under the street light, and tons of makeup to cover his colossal bags, all his bumps and imperfections, and the sadness that no makeup could ever hide. The depression and anxiety and everything bad in the boy's eyes reflected into Taehyung's, and his breathing hitched slightly, before quickly turning his phone off and slipping it in his pocket. He decided to sit on a bench far from the others, directly behind the others.