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sixty-three.

여순셋

     he looks at the window, wants to open it. his hands are itching to do so, his heart is crying and his brain is the one restraining. and once again his brain wins and he lays down on his bed, stares at the ceiling and does nothing, like always.

     he doesn't know but the climber is growing day by day, capturing all of his window and getting stronger than ever. the climber which connects to the other window, to the window of the person who has his heart.

     "jimin, get up." he hears, and ignores.

     "jimin, get the fuck up!" taehyung yells and shakes his body. "we're going out."

     "where?" jimin groans, sits with the support of his elbows.

     "anywhere is better than here," he says and walks to jimin's cupboard. he hums as he searches for clothes for the older. he takes out a pair of big and warm sweater, trouser, along with a pair of socks. "go on and change." he throws the clothes on eh boy who huffs but obliges. taehyung sits at the corner couch and waits for jimin to freshen up. he looks up to see jimin taking of his current sweater and he bends to pick up the one taehyung chose for him.

     "you aren't bathing?" taehyung asks, frowns slightly.

     "i don't too," jimin purses his lips, looks pleadingly at taehyung because taehyung well enough know how to get jimin to do things.

     taehyung sighs, thinks if he should let him be or get him to bath. "would you not even want a bubble bath?"

     jimin pouts. taehyung knows how much jimin loves it. even though all grown up, a bubble bath is something jimin never denies. "will you make the bath for me?" jimin asks, smiles a little.

     "of course i will." he smiles, stands up and walks to jimin. "hey, i'll do anything for you okay? all you have to do is ask." he leans, places his lips on jimin's messy hair and then heads inside the washroom.

     jimin sits at the edge of the bed, placing his pants on his lap, he patiently waits. his thoughts are empty and he stares at the washroom door. looks at the pattern of wood, the light and dark patches. and wonders how life is so much similar. it has it's good and bad parts. he laughs bitterly. when is his good part going to come?

     "jimin!" taehyung calls, puts his hands inside the tub and checks the temperature. he turns to see jimin standing behind him, staring at the bubbles. taehyung reads his face and knows he is lost again.

     "hey," taehyung mumbles lowly. "what are you thinking about?"

     jimin looks up, eyes filled, bottom lip between his teeth. "jungkook wanted to bath with me once. i had refused." he looks up at taehyung, eyes red. "i refused to his every lead. we had not even kissed." jimin admits, he has been doing so since a few weeks. he speaks his heart out, says what he feels. but only with taehyung. "i can't seem to move on, tae. everything reminds me of him."

     taehyung sighs, holds him tight as the smaller buries his head to his chest. "it'll be okay. i promise. i will make it better."

❝don't those dark patches dominate over your light ones❞