remember me || taekook

day | 6

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back at mins flowerworks..

they all stared at the gust of wind flowing through the opened door. Least to say, they were disappointed in themselves.

the disappointment of Jeongguk was clearly written in his face the minute he stormed out. He had put so much unnecessary hope into this stranger to turn out like the driver. He wished it was almost that easy to find him. Or it could be a her. Or someone out of the country that fled the second they hit Taehyung. There was an array of endless possibility's.

the man on the floor clutched in forehead in pain. Slowly, he eyed everyone in the room. They couldn't even hide how disappointed they were in themselves. It could be seen by there slumped shoulders and faces pointing towards the ground. Now, if it were a normal human being, they would run any chance they get. Considering the situation the man was in, something told him that these people were not meant to be feared.

however, he still had to put a cold determined look on his face. He didn't want to appear weak.

" mind telling me who the fuck you guys are?"

Yoongi, who's gaze was set onto the lower part of his body looked at the man. The undeniable anger he felt was slowly beginning to cloud his emotions.

" yes i fucking do." Jimin could almost sense the tears building up in Yoongis eyes. He immediately came to his comfort and brought him in a hug. Whispering sweet nothings, and rubbing his back in soft circular motions.

" why the hell is everyone crying? someone die or something?"

" wish you did." Hoseok snorted.

" Hoseok! " Jin caught the attention of the room, leaning against the wall with Namjoons hand around his waist.

" look i'm really sorry for their behavior, we aren't in the best place right now. How about we take you Yoongis house? We can treat your wounds." Ever since the beginning Jin was always the one to take control. No matter what situation it was, he always kept calm and explained things thoroughly.

" he's not coming to my house-" A mumble came from Jimins chest, where Yoongi was held.

" Yoongi you know that tae wouldn't mind."

" i know he won't mind...just fuck- let's just get out of here."

honestly you couldn't really blame Yoongi for acting so frustrated. Taehyung was his brother after all. He wasn't given time to mourn, not that he's lost him. Sometimes he envy's Jeongguk for crying. If only he could, he would. Ever since he was little his only happiness had been Taehyung. He strives to protect him from the cruel world. All he ever wanted was Taehyung to smile and laugh. If he saw him happy, a feeling of joy would spread in his heart.

but now, there is no happiness. It's gone..well almost. It's similar to a fused light bulb. You keep twisting and turning to revive it again. You spend so much time just lighting a simple bulb until it fuses again. It didn't matter that he was his step brother. Since children they have been together and always will remain together. No matter what storm comes their way. How much longer could his brother fight for everyone?

Taehyung absolutely adored flowers. Purple roses to be exact. Which is why Yoongi opened up a flower shop, to make Taehyung and himself happy. The older also loved flowers. He just loved how they seemed beautiful even when they were withered. It showed how beauty can be in the disguise of pain.