iris . vkook

eighty

"I just miss Jeongguk." Taehyung moped, trudging along and crunching on the dead, fiery leaves with each stomp. One of Jeongguk's button-ups was clad to his torso, a cardigan thrown on top. His blonde roots had been freshly dyed, leaving Taehyung with a full head of pretty lilac and violet hair.

His midnight irises had lost their sparkle, the stars no longer shining amidst the onyx. He'd spent his week going to lectures, not listening nor picking anything up, lazily sketching drawings (which usually ended up looking very similar to Jeongguk, or had similar attributes associated with his soulmate, such as roses) in his art classes before heading home. At home, he and Yeontan would snuggle together and eat unhealthy foods on the sofa, watching countless episodes of TV shows and films. After one horror film, Taehyung had decided never to watch them alone again, having to sleep with the lights on for the next three nights - Yeontan wasn't too pleased with the constant screaming of terrified characters either. He'd, well Jeongguk, avoided the eviction of his home, since Jeongguk had scared his landlord stiff. When he'd found out about the eviction, he arranged to meet the landlord in a café. As soon as he'd sat down, Jeongguk dropped the 'potential buyer' persona, hissing and spitting at him about how he'd 'dismember him bit by bit unless Taehyung gets to keep his house'. When the elder had resisted, Jeongguk threw his drink (black coffee) over the man, cocking a brow with a gentle snarl. The man agreed, flinching when Jeongguk smiled. He'd simply walked home, phoning Taehyung to tell him that everything was sorted, leaving the violence out of the call.

"Only a few more days to go." Jimin reminded, lying straight through his teeth.

He hated lying, he really did. However, Jeongguk had convinced him to lie just this one time for him. 

Jeongguk, Jay and Jong-in had returned home the day before. After a long car ride, with lots of singing, sat-down dancing (or in Jeongguk's case, standing, as he poked his upper body out of the sunroof, yelling the lyrics to 'Ringa Linga') and a short police chase, they had made it to Jeongguk's apartment - in one piece.

Yoongi was even worse at lying, keeping his lips glued shut as they walked through the park. He knew he'd accidentally spill a secret if he dared open his mouth. It bubbled on the tip of his tongue, burning his cheeks as he desperately wanted to tell Taehyung that his soulmate was merely metres away.

They'd had dragged Taehyung out to a park. Not just any park, but the park in which Jeongguk and Taehyung shared multiple drunken kisses. He claimed that he wanted to use Taehyung for his art project, to which Yoongi had to hold a scoff back at. It wasn't a bad excuse, but whenever Jimin lied, he would stutter and his nose would go pink. And when he'd told Taehyung, it was more of a command than a suggestion, yanking out the younger before he could formulate a reply. Thankfully, Yoongi had correctly predicted what would happen and had texted Taehyung telling him to get dressed.

Yoongi had the camera on a strap, hanging loosely off his neck. It bumped gently against his chest with each step he took until he came to a stop, standing before the bench. He enjoyed photography, but he never really found inspiration in his area. He only saw neon sports cars and unpopular celebrities waddling in heels or parading around in expensive suits. Occasionally, he'd see criminals and police chases, but he didn't want to take photos of that. And so, he saved his photography for when he could afford to travel.

Taehyung smiled at the memories which flowed through him, a warm feeling taking over his body. He could nearly feel Jeongguk's lips on his, his inked hands gently holding his hips. He held back a giggle when he remembered Jeongguk falling off the very table, smiling when he remembered Jeongguk carrying him home.

"I didn't know there were flowers planted here." He grinned, leaning down to prod at a few purple flowers.

There was a pathway leading up to the bench, the walkway secluded and sided by thick trees. Around the bench were natural aflush and amber roses, slowly diffusing as they stretched further across the field of yellowing grass. People tended to use the area to relax, listening to the faint trickle of the stream or to de-stress and star gaze.