Exulansis

Chapter 51- Jungkook and Jimin

Firstly! These chapters are probably gonna be confusing as heck and I'm sorry about that. But it'll all make sense eventually. Probably. I hope so anyways.
There's gonna be big times jumps and stuff also.

And lastly, double updates!
Enjoy x

There are many ways to add structure to your life. Having a set time to wake and sleep at, eat breakfast, lunch and dinner at regular intervals, having a morning and night routine. All these things can make the days seemingly fly past us with patterns of survival. Living with no life.

That's how it was now. Living with no life. Everyday went by the married couple, them living in their lovely warm home, having jobs they were passionate about, having each other and friends to surround them in love and comfort.
None of that was the same though.
The once warm home felt cold without the added presence of the third boy. Their jobs seemed mundane, almost pointless without the motivation of their partner to keep them up. The love and joy that once engulfed their lives in a cocoon of the most pure emotions, was now barren in the simple absence of his smile.

The first week was full of tears. Night after night, the married couple held each other close as they cried and cried, a horrible hurricane of fear and heartbreaks swarming their souls.
They alerted the police, who searched for the boy, for only that week. Afterwards they had deemed he moved on, as was his right as an adult.
The married couple didn't know what to do.

But that first week passed, as did the second and third. Before they knew it, a month had passed, then a second and third.

How?
How could time continue to move so freely when they were stuck in so much pain?
No closure like with death, no reason like with a breakup. Just gone, with the written promise of eternal love and a hopeful wish to see one another again?
It was sickening.

They were different now. 3 months had just gone by in a flash, crazy how that happens.
Jungkook smiled less. He worked more, taking more modelling contracts, leaving for weekends at a time, hiding his own pain behind the emotionless face he had mastered in front of a camera.
Jimin didn't talk much anymore. He worked silently, he ate silently, he lived silently. He couldn't find reason to speak, for he had no words. No words, no thoughts, nothing. Nothing but the ever present lump on his throat that choked him, painfully reminding him of his pain.

They still love each other. Jungkook always reminded Jimin that he was beautiful and loved, that the reason the smallest man left was probably something beyond them. He would sing softly for the elder as they held each other close at night, not leaving any gaps to continue the illusion that another person was there. Jungkook always held Jimin close, to keep him warm and safe in his arms, to keep him aware of how loved he was.

They still loved each other. Jimin would kiss Jungkooks hands and cheeks as reminders that he was loved, that he was enough. Jimin would lay his whole body atop of the taller, forcing him to rest and breathe, and feel. His husband had a habit of running from things, his emotions being one of them. So some days, Jimin would simply trap the taller, staring directly into his big doe eyes and kissing his soft cheeks until they were coated in heavy salty tears. He needed to release the feelings he trapped within himself.

The garden slowly died. It was horrible to say, horrible to see. Dull lifeless plants, shrivelled up and brown. Heartbreaking really. Their beautiful children, the roses, the tulips, the daises. All dead.
Jimin hated himself for letting the flowers wilt, but the days simply escaped him. By the time he tempered his beloved garden, their life had long passed.
Jungkook hated how upset the faded garden made his husband. He tried to revive them, but was left each day crying by the dead flowers that somehow perfectly reflected his wilted heart.