Ange ➳ jjk+kth

xlvi

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The silence is deafening, pummelling at the shells of his ears in a twist of staggered shrieking and unbelievable pressure at his shoulders. The blond finds himself unable to breath, plump lip caught between his teeth as he stares, almost pleadingly at the elder to go against his perilous thoughts.

"I...I don't know."Jeongguk confesses, sighing as he does, shoulders falling with a grouched slump.

The lump in the boy's throats seems to swell with unbelievable speed, obstructing his airways and clawing at the tissues that builds it body. His eyes seems to burn, light with striking rods of hissing lava. And his chest, his chest shrivels and shrieks, wailing as it is truly tarnished beyond repair.

It's absolutely impossible to not burst into tears right then and there, Taehyung's cheeks already slathered with salty criminals who had successfully pried themselves from the bars that had held them within.

He was lucky that the elder had not yet glanced in his direction, Jeongguk much too immersed with mulling over his own feelings as his gaze fixes strictly on the sheets at their feet. If he had, maybe he would've taken back his words that were interpreted in the most hurtful way possible.

"I loved her like a little sister but now...I don't know if I even loved her at all."

Oh. Had he misinterpreted the elder's words into a romantic origin? If he had, it was truly embarrassing and the moisture on his cheeks seem to be for nothing but reckless lunges for conclusions.

"Angel?"Jeongguk suddenly calls out, long fingers cradling his face gingerly, "Baby, why are you crying?"

Taehyung can't hold back the foolish grin that strings at his lips, relief seeping into his caramel eyes that morph into gentle crescents, fingers curled as they swipe at his skin, "I-uh..i-it's dumb.."

Sniffling, he laughs mockingly at himself as he revels in his utmost stupidity and immaturity that had led him to a mess of hot tears and shaky breathing.

"You thought I love-love loved her didn't you?"Jeongguk concludes, a grin tugging at his lips as he pinches the boy's waist teasingly.

"Oh hush, you sounded like you did!"he whines coyly, palms encasing his glowing cheeks.

Laughing at the younger's useless need for distress, he tilts his chin to face the blond's playful, narrowed eyes, elbow propping his upper body up.

The grin perched upon his lips heaves, wringing into a condemned frown, "M'sorry you doubted me."

Flushing at the endearment, the blond opts to keep quiet than feed oil to the elder's visible self-reprimanding behaviour, the man's doe eyes a gateway to knowing comprehension.

"I...I was a really, really bad poop."he confess, tilting forwards lightly to tap the boy's nose gingerly against his own.

Giggling, Taehyung doesn't find in him to disagree nor console the playful elder, nodding rashly as he grins fondly at him, "Mhm! A smelly, rotten one!"

And then as if the image of such seemed to conjure in wisps of darkening fawn within the endless bound of colours in his mind, his nose shrivels into a fair amount of creases upon his moled skin and the ends of his lip turn into a rather repulsed grimace.

"Ew, you're yucky."

Raising what appears to be a mildly offended eyebrow, Jeongguk teases his retort all the while bopping the younger's nose gently, "And so is your imagination."