Ange ➳ jjk+kth

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my heart broke writing this. truly.

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Imprisoned in the confinement of the gang's excelled substitution for a hospital room, both find their lips caked with glue, tongue immobile and heavy against the roof of their mouths as the sentences that had been yearned to be voiced curl and twist around the delicate fabric of the bristling air.

"I've been meaning to talk to you."Jeongguk murmurs, tone so soft and delicate that it seemed as brittle as the wings of newly born butterfly.

Swallowing the lump that settles itself at his throat, Taehyung nods meekly, his own eyes far from the other's frame, gut twisted in a haze of forensic ropes of lead-like material.

The silence is almost unbearable, stifling and heavy on his shoulders, its jaws sodden with the crippling facade of indifference.

"You go first."the blond whispers at last, head bowed to the soft stare over his curled frame, "Please."

Pursing his lips, seemingly disgruntled to spill his own thoughts at the very beginning, the protective shell of reasoning soon to be unveiled as he reluctantly nods.

"Well,"he sighs, swallowing thickly as he swings a knee over another, back pressed comfortably into the seat, "I better begin right from the very start, I suppose."

"Back when I was about four, give or take, I had it all. A decent house, two seemingly stable parents that loved me for who I was. It was all good and I was happy to keep it that way. It was just, really my darn naivety and complete faux idea of the world being some innocent, holy place where everyone loved and were loved, that ruined everything."

He pauses, chest heaving upwards momentarily before any trace of vulnerability slips from his expression, and he continues on once again.

"Couple months later my dad got into an accident, died on the scene. Of course, both of us were distraught but a year of support from quiet mourning, and holding onto each other had us going on again. Even after that, I was still so fucking blind to see that my mum was not okay. To me she was the same, all smiles and laughs, the TV still blared on and on about some stupid roncoms. To think she wasn't okay was almost unreal. She hid it so damn well, Taehyung."

His reasoning for his actions don't matter anymore to the young blond who watches with concern from the other side of the room, heart wrenching at the sight of his fragmented partner.

For the said man was crying.

Gone was the cold man who towered over all, devoid of emotions, from the soulless black caverns of his eyes to the supposedly crisp, charcoal heart at his chest. Gone was the man who feigned stability and contentment with the life he had within his palms.

Gone was titanium border that had edged his very mind and being, concealing him from all.

His lips tug downwards, mouth set into gaping hole of mournful agony, face a bristling red that swells with the bottled thoughts of his past, eager to erupt from its prolonged containment.

"Gukkie."the younger calls softly, his own voice cracking as his arm open wide, "Come here baby."

Stumbling as if he were newborn child, fingers curled as they press harshly at his eyelids the man doesn't wait to permit the younger to envelope him in his familiar embrace, legs intertwined as he falls into the depths of the white sheets that kiss at his exposed arms and the nip at his ankles.

"You don't have to go on, Guk, I can't wait. Just stay here with me for a while."Taehyung promises him gently, slender fingers running through the man's hair, his head at his stomach.