taehyung didn't love flowers anymore.
he felt cold, he felt so cold, even when he curled himself under the pile of bedsheets.
he cried, he cried and cried. he remembered how everyday he'd wake up next to a bouquet of flowers- each time it consisted of different flowers.
even when he wasn't there to sleep next to jungkook, the flowers were there. and oh, how wrong he was thinking they were for him. oh, how he wished those flowers were for him.
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build me up, buttercup // taekook
Fanfictionoh, how he wished those flowers were meant for him.
