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If our heart could just unlove anyone, wouldn't it be easier?

Why? Why love has to be conflicting, so hard, and heart wrecking?

Couldn't it be like a summer breeze, laying supine in spring garden, and just light as a beautiful butterfly fluttering?

Hyung, do you miss me like I miss you?

Or that you've forgotten me, yet I'm still here, hanging on to you?

It was a dream.

A dream of a dream house, Taehyung and Jungkook planted in those ocean of stars, under the canopy of starry night.

"Would you live with me, hyung?" Little Jungkook's bambi eyes were reflecting the sparkling stars in the sky, "if I design a house in those stars?" He asked.

"I would." Little Taehyung chuckled, tilting his head to left, subtly smiling towards Jungkook, his eyes holding an awe of softness, "I would follow you wherever you go, Kookie."

Both of them laid supine, somewhere in the middle of a garden, competing over how many constellations could they find.

Jungkook got up now sitting, followed by Taehyung.

He looked at the elder, now holding up his pinky, chubby cheeks flaring up a bunny smile decorating his face, never fading. "Promise?"

"Promi-" He faded.

What?

"Hyung?"

Black.

"H-Hyung?"

Pitch black like a night sky, without stars.

"Hyung? Where are you?"

Everything was fading into pitch black.

"Y-You said you won't leave...H-Hyung? Where are you?"

The sparkling stars in his bambi eyes were replaced with glistening tears. Warm tears.

But if only this pain could stop.

But, it was a dream.

Just a dream.

The alarm rang, set on 5:30 pm.

Head heavy, cheeks damp, and eyelashes wet; sticking together.

Setting sun had already dressed the sky in a peachy aesthetic when Jungkook slowly opened his eyes from the deep slumber.

Tiredness still instilled, he moved forth towards the night stand, shutting off the ringing device.

He held his spinning head, exhausted, trying to figure out the surrounding of his bedroom.

Did I fall asleep?

His hand roamed around his nape, witnessing the wetness felt on his fingertips of fresh tears. Eyes paining to move and so the sticky feeling wrapping over his cheeks.

Ah. He remembered.

He left...

And,

It was a dream...

Mind void of thoughts, a glance towards the wall, the clock speaking 5:45 pm by then. He got reminded of V's words that day.

What should I do?

Was it a struggle? How could it not be, given a dear friend and permission to his heart under the same line. Especially when his heart owned someone else's name already.