Bulletproof ain't my type

Rose

Flowers are fragile creations.

I like flowers.

Apart from their common appealing features I like the fact that they grow through dirt. I spent the night under a bridge, once. There were flowers there. I was sixteen years old.

There is so little I expect of life, and yet so much that I require.

Taehyung wanted to go fishing. And scuba-diving. And floating in a float on the sea. I've fished before, decided to give him a lesson. It was three of us on the yatch because Jimin decided to join in. The remaining three were trying out a physically straining amount of water sports. With my arms folded on the railing of the yatch, I felt tired just watching Jungkook wakeboard three times in a row.

"Tae, remember the fishing dance Jungkook did in hawaii?"

Taehyung grinned, eyes not leaving the line. For someone who always has his head in the clouds, he took a little fishing way too seriously. I turned away from the railing to look at them. Jimin had secured his rod and was sitting idly with his limbs sprawled out on the bench.

"Fishing dance?", I asked.

Jimin is a petty human. He told me all about it, yes, but not before chiding about how uncaring I am for not watching our group's own episodes. If he watches Jungkook derping behind an unsuspecting local for seventeen times on loop doesn't mean I have to. The poor man, though. All he wanted was a moment of peace.
        Besides, I don't believe even Jimin had the time to watch all eight episodes and the behind scenes. He probably had it recorded in his phone right when it happened. We were mighty busy at that time. By the time it aired, we were returning to korea after attending the billboards for the first time. We represented Korea. It was a big deal.
What followed after was an arrangement of dominoes falling piece by piece in rapid succession. Like a firework show. Beautiful while it lasted but over faster than you could blink. I suppose dominoes are more suited. I watched in wonder as the meticulous work of building it up payed off with every piece that fell into place. And at the end of the show is the satisfaction. The feeling of pride and overwhelming satisfaction of having done it.

We did it.

We failed, we cried, we suffered. We picked each other up, connected our hands to form bridges and in the end we won.

We did it all.

Namjoon slips of the board and falls face first into the water. Hoseok will help him up once he stops laughing. I smile while watching them. In the background is Jimin's tinkering laughter. Somewhere in Seoul Jin is yelling at the underhand that always causes grease-fires.

I did it all, and this is my life.

But somewhere in my chest feels hollow. There is one thought that has been nagging at my conscious since the moment the fireworks died out and left the sky as dark as it had always been.

Is this all there is to it?

We had our moment of glory. And now what?

From here on, where do I go?

Tae has it easy. The United Nations recognises more than 240 countries and territories. He plans to visit all of them with a camera hanging from his neck. That kid grew up, he did. Not as whimsical as he used to be and maybe now he can be trusted not to get banned from entire nations without knowing what he did wrong. It hasn't happened yet but I wouldn't put it past him.
I was in the room, staring at the withering flowers I had received two days prior when he came out of the bathroom. He had been showering, reciting every kind of anime opening songs that I had never heard of. I would've knocked and told him to keep it down only if he wasn't singing so beautifully. One of the songs had been a rather sad piece and his voice broke at end of the last verse. I would be convinced that he was crying if he didn't jump straight to naruto right after. His eyes widened considerably when they found the drying branch on the table. He hadn't seen them before because I kept them in the drawer.