Polychromatic || Yoonseok [𝑂𝑁 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐷]

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Jimin parked the car at the Chicago mental hospital, bringing Taehyung along forcefully. The white clouds were scattered on this mid winter day, a fresh coat of snow was upon the frigid ground.

Silence was among them as their feet met the sidewalk, freshly shoveled and salted. The black haired male kept his eyes ahead of him for the door.

The lobby contained a service desk, and a few chairs if you were subject to wait. Very few people were present in the chairs.

Jimin approached the service desk beaming with merriment. "We would like to visit Jungkook, Jeon please." A smile painted upon his face.

Dr.Clarke, the brunette secretary nodded at the smaller male "I'll take you to him, follow me." the woman removed herself from her computer chair, to lead the way.

Both were taken down a long first floor hallway, all too familiar to the two males. The walls were painted a dark grey. A few pieces of photographs were done by patient's who found recovery through the camera.

Dr.Clarke knocked on the door of room 176. "You have visitors Jungkook!"

"Let them in." Jungkook's tone was flat as he spoke to the woman outside of the door.

Taehyung gulped, walking into the open door first. A slightly shocked Jimin was not far behind the younger male. The door was shut, the secretary stepping outside.

The male with dark red locks, he looked at the painting of cherry blossoms and a couple, with a shimmer of tears of in eyes. "Tae where have you gone. Why are you here?" Jungkook tilted his head, confused.

"I had to see you." The response given by the photographer was short and low in tone.

"Why didn't you see me two months ago if you had too see me?" The younger male looked to the painting then to the older.

Jimin observed as Taehyung walked closer to the lighter toned red male. The photographer took a seat next to the younger, who's legs were dangling off of the bed, the small ray of sun falling on his thighs.

The young male's chocolate eyes met Taehyung's. "I did this to you" He grabbed the caramel arm with a scar that traced up his forearm. "I didn't notice you stopped taking your anti depressants, when I should've. You could've died, and.." he took a long pause before speaking again, guilt traced his voice. "It would be my fault."

The young male traced his fingers on the hairs on the back of the older male's head. "I love you Tae, but you lied to me. How can I forgive that promise that was illy fulfilled?"

"You break down the walls, and speak to me. You speak to me until we cross that bridge and set it on fire." Taehyung wrapped his hand around Jungkook's, his voice was painted with confidence.

Jungkook pressed his lips to the older man's creating a sweet kiss between the two.

"Ahem! This is not a fan fiction we're you guys have make up sex in the hospital." Jimin blurted as rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

Taehyung looked at the older male after unlocking his lips with the younger, his brows furrowed. "This is not the time to be bringing up your fantasies."

The black haired male sighed. "Just talk to eachother and continue on with your life."

Jungkook let out a small giggle. "You didn't promise that, maybe I'll have a bit of hope for you."