The Truth Untold

3

And I know
All of your warmth is real
The blue flower your hand was picking
I want to hold it

Jungkook for the next few days constantly visited Taehyung. He was always sitting on his bench, minding his own business. Taehyung hardly ever responded to Jungkook's constant attempts at a conversation. He mostly just sat and listened to Jungkooks angelic-like voice ramble on and on about the day he was having.

Taehyung wanted to reply. He did. He really did. He wanted to tell him that he was beautiful. That his voice was soothing. That his laugh was the best sound that he had heard. That his bunny-like smile wasn't anything to be ashamed of. He wanted to hug Jungkook. To see how his hair felt when he ran his finger through it. How perfectly their hands fit together. How his skin felt. But most of all, he wanted to love him. He wanted to be able to call Jungkook, his. But he couldn't.

Jungkook was like a blue flower. It was a sign of commitment, that he would always be there for him. He would bring peace to him and he would be able to calm any of his worries. It perfectly describes his desire and love for the younger, how desperately his heart yearned for him. He was a little sign of hope. He gave life to Taehyung and made him a lot livelier. But also he represented the striving for the infinite and things that were unreachable. Jungkook was something he could never have, but then why did he want him so bad?