fika ; kim taehyung ✔

eighteen

taehyung stared blankly at the white ceiling right above him, questing himself why his life is like this like everyone would. "what's up, dude?" he turned to face namjoon at the entrance of his bedroom with a smug look on his face.

"the ceiling."

"heard you're getting married so the whole group came here because they don't want to miss our maknae's wedding." namjoon explained and sat beside the younger's bed. "but the bride's not yeona isn't it? bummer."

"you're not helping." he buried his face with a pillow, murmuring sounds not even a human being can even understand. "how the heck did you even enter this house even though my mom isn't here to open it?"

"yoongi picked the look. he's a genius, you know."

"ah, yeah right. that explains how genius he is by putting a virus in my laptop." he rolled his eyes sarcastically. namjoon knows that this little fluff ball is stressed and sad but doesn't want to show it.

"hey, you know that i love listening to everyone's problems and giving advice. wanna talk about it?" namjoon asked. the younger sat up, namjoon's eyes widen to see the younger look so fucked up. his once ocean-drowning eyes were now soulless, his lips that used to form a square-shaped box were now formed into a crooked curve that are upside-down.

he looked too broke.

he looked down, avoiding the taller's gaze. namjoon felt pity and it broke his heart to see the most joyful member looking so dark and lonely. "no thanks. i don't want to talk about my problems and worry people."

"tae.." jin appeared out of nowhere. he must have eavesdropped and stepped in to see what was happening to the fluff of sunshine of the group. he hugged the little one in his arms, causing the one he hugged crying his wide shoulders like a little kid who's lollipop was stolen by some mean kid.

"i-i f-fucking hate my l-life."

jin looked at namjoon, asking for some tissues. namjoon nodded knowingly and rushed out of the room to get what jin asked. "it's okay. i'll smash that bitch's face for you."

"hyung.. i'm getting married to someone i don't know. i haven't seen her or met her."

"okay." jin awkwardly laughed. "once you get married then i will. just a file a divorce after. and um, marry yeona afterwards."

"she's getting married, too."

again, jin laughed awkwardly. "ha ha ha.. i'm sorry i got nothing my dear child." finally, namjoon came with a plastic bag full of tissue paper.

"oh my fucking god namjoon. you should have got tissue paper in bathroom, not buying the whole's grocery store's stock."