𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 ✦ jikook

t w e n t y . s i x (taeseok only)

A/N: Maybe a little taeseok won't hurt, will it? :3 My baby needs a little happiness in his miserable story life I put him in :<<

As I had notified there'd be a change in shipping, I chose this couple. If you don't like it, you can skip chapters twenty.six + twenty.seven and continue to bathe in jikook imagines. *laughs*

Saying Taehyung is simply sad is an understatement.

He's now sitting on a wooden bench. Turned into a softie, one touch and he's ready to break into pieces. He can hear this shattering loud, ringing next to his ears  like a plate that was stuck together messily and carelessly now being broken by a merciless handler. His glistening amber eyes travel their way to the scenery that's far away, colorful and vibrant lights dancing in front of him: A colorful boundary, simple and unnoticeable in daylight yet so beautiful and breathtaking at night. Taehyung himself didn't even notice this the first time he came here with his happiness but also his emotional burden - his buddy cop Jeon Jungkook. The light of his life, his first love, the trigger of his emotions pistol. Jungkook used to take him here, well, more like the rest of the station to have a picnic after the success of the case-breaking. It was Monday, plain dreadfulness, but what made it special was the crisp, summer morning, his whole crew and Jungkook. Now, it's only Taehyung, shivering. Wind almost nibbling on his smooth skin, notifying him the seasons are on the verge of changing. Summer is almost coming to an end and autumn is knocking on the double-doors. He draws a breath before a chilling sensation nearly pierces his cheeks in the dry wind.

A tear.

He wipes it away with his clean white knuckles, clearing the unwanted wet trace on his face but as his first tear breaks free, more tears cascade down his cheeks forming themselves into a pristine clean stream of broken-heartedness. The image of Jungkook washes up his used-to-be-blank mind and appears vividly, almost glowing. He whimpers as he clutches his chest and he brings his hands up, pressing his face and sobbing into it with force. Emotions pour down in sync with his tears. His dynasty he built for his first love is now crumbling down into bricks and rubbles as more tears drench his palms. The beautiful dynasty is now in flames, burning in the pained waves of heat into a dystopian. Why hadn't he realized this earlier? Jungkook is now fond of Jimin, not him and now, reality dawns upon him that that all the smiles, the touches, the invitations, the nicknames were all actions of being nice. Perhaps after this unexpected feeling of fondness, he knows why "that" person is called a crush...

Was it because they crush your feelings to nothingness?

Well, maybe for Taehyung, it does. 

Apart from movie nights and cuddles, Hoseok likes taking in sceneries, alone.

He doesn't know why people assume that he only likes parties and crowded places. Blind implications. Yeah, he enjoys them only when he needs a surge of adrenaline or he's unexpectedly happy, overly hyped to say at least. However, even the loudest ones who still need some peace of mind. When he needs to relieve stress or some thing quiet, something peaceful, he lets his legs take him elsewhere, wandering aimlessly around the town. This inevitably got himself lost frequently but he never succeeds in getting rid of this habit. He likes it, fonds of it and that's one side that only Jimin knows.

He's walking in a suit and a tie, feets tucked in polished shoes formally while in a place relaxing like this. He doesn't plan on going home and change into another outfit more comfortable so he just walks off with this expensive and dominate aura radiating thickly from him. Looks from others channel him and cute giggling girls walk near him to take a glimpse of the "gentleman" in the park, to whom he gives a small smile and continues to walk off. He's now bending forward, leaning himself on the banisters that look over the light-reflecting river, dots of flashing vibrance run on the horizon and he breathes in the comforting scent of early-autumn dry wind. It is comforting and relaxing. If somebody were to ask him what is more addicting than drugs, he would answer this...

Until a figure with a white shirt pass him, slightly nudging him on the shoulders.

"Hey, what-" Hoseok is puzzled when he looks at the figure. Lifelessly walking like a zombie who just stepped out from tv screens and failingly try to mix itself in the city rush. The figure heavily reeks of alcohol, a mixture of Martini Rosato and brown-pappered cigars which is similar to the aroma of Devil's Curse. Hoseok frowns at the weird behavior. However, his scowl vanishes as the figure plops down on the wooden bench, completely ignoring his presence. Only at this peaceful moment that Hoseok gets a chance to observe the stranger's features. He's wearing one of those expensive white shirts that has an intricate lacy back, pairing with tore black jeans and vans, giving Hoseok a unique taste in his fashion palate - a salad of sportiness and exquisiteness. His eye-touched hair is a beautiful brunette and his eyes, an amber with a gold sheen that gives the other lad an impression that they're glowing. They behold a gaze full of thought while his orbs are focused on the scenery in front of him, faraway hues decorate his eyes and Hoseok unnoticeably stares at the male sitting on the bench. 

Then Hoseok is taken aback when a tear rolls down the stranger's cheek.

The lad wipes it off quickly with his knuckles and sniffles a bit but after a tear, one, two, a thousand tear breaks free and flushes his cheeks with wetness. His amber eyes are blurred with saltiness and Hoseok feels a tug at his heart when he looks at him, sobbing into his palms at the force of a person vomiting after having too much to drink. The stranger lets out a whimper while clutching his chest - a heart wrenching moment to witness as Hoseok continues to look, concern fills his eyes when unknowingly and unexpectedly, he taps on the stranger's shoulder.

"Hey, um...

You okay there buddy?"