sakura 🌸 // taekook a.u.

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march 31st 2035 // 6:31 p.m.

the sun is setting.

the two brothers are standing up and quarelling now (for some reason), one is throwing sunflower seeds at the other and one is hitting the other with a pillow.

"you're not gay, shut up!"

"yes i am! i hate females, they worry too much and i'm the one that gets hurt!"

"you're saying this based on one individual."

"so what if i'm gay? are you homophobic?"

seokjin's eyebrows furrowed. "i am anything but that. i just don't think you're being rational right now."

"isn't that basically what homophobia is?"

"you're not woke, taehyung."

"of course i am!"

"what is this turning into?"

taehyung opens his mouth to say something but held back when he notices the picturesque view outside the window.

"hold on, the view's pretty," his voice shifts.

seokjin's eyes narrow as he intently watches his brother who quickly grabs his digital camera on the coffee table, then scurries to the window.

"how long are you planning to stay here anyway?" the elder crosses his arms.

he captures the scene with such content in his eyes, as if he forgets about everything else for a while. he often gets lost in how breathtaking and amazing these moments are, and everytime he does he silently thanks God, as he feels vastly fortunate for it.

he doesn't answer his brother, instead just keeps on shooting photos as he attempts multiple angles and composition.

"until jihye calls me to apologize for being dumb and not telling me what i did wrong and leaving my heart in  a hundred thousand pieces."

taehyung is done now. he inspects his work, quietly praising himself, not because he acknowledges his talent, if he indeed does possess one--but because he takes the opportunity to capture the beauty that is already there. that was his principle.

"hadn't something like this occurred some time ago?"

"yeah but she never wanted to break up before."

"you know.. she's probably just going through a tough time right now, you should at least try to understand--"

"how am i supposed to understand when she doesn't even tell me shit. if she's depressed she should talk about it with me."

taehyung just rolls his eyes when his brother sighs.

he then continued, "we tell each other everything, you know. i tell her everything, at least. it's unfair that she bottles shit up then i become the victim. it's bullshit is all i'm saying. she's full of shit."

he raises his palm when he sees seokjin is going to say something, "hold on, you know what? screw her. screw her and her never ending tale of anxiety. i hate her. i hate that she doesn't realise how painful this shit is to me--"

"how painful do you think it is to her though? there's a chance she's still taking pills."

taehyung goes silent.

"she's not on meds, hyung. i.. i hope not," he whispers the last part as he cringes at the thought of his now ex girlfriend, still swallowing endless bottles of antidepressants on a daily basis just so she wouldn't try to shove her head into the oven.

"i rarely ever ask her about it anymore ever since she swore she stopped." taehyung is on the verge of tears.

"she.. she swore she stopped." he puts his head in both of his hands as he silently sobs.

the elder pities him, though there was nothing he could do other than the hot tea, which has probably gone cold now.

song: words by birdy

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