Roses and Coffins| kth x jjk

24. Tear

Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed loudly.

This was ridiculous.

Taehyung was sitting in the living room downstairs, and Irene had the audacity to perform a control spell over the room so he wouldn't harm Jungkook before she left to the shop.

He was pretty sure he was about to explode from embarrassment. His face had flushed so red he booked it upstairs, Taehyung's utterly confused eyes trailing him as he went. He had slammed the door shut, and immediately pressed his face into the pillows.

Why couldn't she see he was not a child anymore?

Frustrated at the entire ordeal, he flipped himself on the bed so he was now facing the ceiling. His emotions were in complete whack. He knew it wasn't polite to let Taehyung all alone in the living room, but honestly, Jungkook isn't sure if he could even be in the same room with Taehyung without turning into a stammering mess. The fact that Taehyung was wearing his clothes wasn't exactly improving the situation any further.

Jungkook put a hand on his chest. Why did he feel so nervous around the other? His heart kept skipping a beat each time he met Taehyung's eyes. It was so uncalled for that Jungkook almost called Yugyeom right then and there. But he stopped himself. He knew exactly what the other would tell him, and he wasn't sure if he could handle it yet.

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Glancing around, he picked up a chocolate from one of the bowls on the coffee table and popped it in his mouth. Taehyung was bored, to say the least. It didn't help that his phone had completely ran out of charge either.

Irene was....interesting. Taehyung still can't believe she performed a protection spell right infront of him. As if he was interested in stealing their lovely navy blue curtains and vanilla scented candles.

His eyes kept gping back to the stairs though. Jungkook had ran up so fast he was sure the boy would've tripped on his way up. Fortunately, no such accidents had occurred.

Standing up, he decided to give himself a detour of the house. Why not appreciate the interior design once in a while? (Taehyung doesn't know where he's going with this either, except that its a shit plan to end his boredom).

Carefully, he ran his fingers along one of the canvases. It was so achingly beautiful. This one was displayed right over the sofa. It was a stunning mansion, bright blue glass windows, a wide entrance and majestic black front iron gates. The colours blended perfectly, as if it wasn't a painting, but a picture, a pause in time.

Across the mansion though, were hues of red, orange and yellow. Green tints ran alongside them, completely alighting the place on fire. The top part of the mansion was a crisp black, already burnt from exertion, while the sky was an array of moonlight and smoke.

He squinted at the painting. Green tints? Burning along with fire, which meant-

A pain ebbed through him so sharp his breath caught in his throat. The painting was devastating. Green tints of magic could only mean fires of the strongest hatred, made alight only to consume and destroy, the more the joy, the more the fire fed and grew.

Taehyung's eyes widened. Who would paint such a thing? It spoke of volumes of utter destruction and sadness, nothing left to salvage. The flames were everywhere, making his heart ache even more. Such a beautiful place, yet filled with tragedy. How were the most lovely of things the most devastating? There had to be so much love, so much joy, all cons-

"-ung-ssi? Taehyung? Taehyung, what's wrong? Why are you crying, oh my God-please no, don't-"

Taehyung tore his eyes away and saw Jungkook scrambling for the box of tissues on the table.