Mental-Taekook

~23~

~no ones p.o.v~

Two discarded tea mugs, one half empty, the other one half full, two different people wrapped in each other's arms, one asleep, and one wide awake,

The world around them, busy and loud, but right not they were still and silent, the news, constantly replaying the story of how the Kim Taehyung, saved his little sex slave jeon Jungkook, this is how the world has pinned the younger as,

They seemed to think Taehyung was incapable of love, after all, he was a psycho right? It almost hurt Taehyung to think, even when something good happens, there's got to be something that snaps at his soul, that makes him want to tip over that edge,

Whether it would be murder of others, or death of himself, there was something inside of him that drew him towards it, maybe past traumas, maybe it just runs in the family, after all, a lot of mental disorders do.

Jungkook lay asleep in Taehyungs arms, dead to the world, he had barely slept, I mean who would? It wasn't a normal thing to do, but in his arms, he felt safe, comforted like no harm could come to him, he trusted the elder, him of course knowing that, even when he seems he doesn't, Taehyung knows everything, he can't help it, he has to find out, he has to always be one step ahead,

And of course he liked the younger, he wasn't incapable of love as much as people like to say that, no- but, Taehyung had a different version of love, a more, territorial way if you will, like a dog, marking its property, his brain was wired up similarly.

Life was something he didn't necessarily value, in his mind, people live die, and maybe some will get their story told, if they were good or bad enough, but what's the point in fame when your dead?

The legacy.

Of who you were.

Or who you became, now, you may not get to see this legacy grow, but, just think about it, it's immortality, you'll never die, your memory will forever live on, Taehyungs legacy wasn't particularly a good one, nor will it be when he does die, but no one is going to forget the name Kim Taehyung in a while,

His eyes couldn't pull of the younger, staring at him while he slept, he was helping to create his legacy too, he wanted him to live on forever too,

Immortal together.

~Taehyung~

His skin is fragile, like he could crack if someone touches him too harshly, he almost cracked, you could tell, the way he shivered the way his eyes looked torn, the way his body faced away from everyone,

He was almost broke, unmendable, it showed me how much he trusted me when he let me touch him straight away, he trusts me too easy, yet people lie to him constantly,

I pick up my phone, the same time as doing so receiving a message off my dearest cousin, I rolled my eyes as It, before calling his number,

"Yoongi needs to talk to Jungkook, for the case, to see what happe-"

"Yoongi, amusing, I didnt think you'd go back to him this easily, I wonder if we even share the same blood sometimes."

"I don't, I recon we're closer than you think,"

"Something like that, yet you don't deny my accusation?"

"Love, it's because of love."

"Love, love is a social construct, yes you can feel attraction for someone, but love, it's something people make up to I don't know, make themselves special? Maybe, who knows, humanity is stupid, as well as being full of a bunch of shit, everyone just wanting their own individuality,"