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12: Lost Heaven

Sometimes I feel like everything around me is parting with me.

- Ivan  Turgenev

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He thought he'd feel better in a dark dungeon than here. As he strolled through walls covered with his own blood, his eyes reminded him of what secrets and painful words he whispered to them. This was his world, his freedom was restricted, this was his real life, the pain he concealed in his cries between these four walls was real and eternal, and happiness was nothing but delirium to him, for him happiness was a stranger. The only truth, and the feeling he felt to the bottom of his existence, was pain.

As he turned his weary head toward the only window that lit up the room, his lips curled upwards as he saw a more beautiful and peaceful landscape than those walls that drowned his soul. In fact, even he had become accustomed to this place, and after a while he began to feel more comfortable here, in the arms of his suffering. He had embraced it now, and it didn't feel as strange as it used to, because he had to get used to it.

The name that scratched his ears had been on his mind for days, but since he couldn't share anything with anyone, he was reticent and stagnant. Taehyung was a man who, despite what he had been through, stood upright and kept calm instead of rebelling no matter what, with a smile on his face, he thought he could overshadow the desperation in his eyes. What he tried to ignore was his captivity, carrying his weight on his chest every day.

As the door opened, his gaze went there and when he saw Seokjin's smiling face, he was straight up from where he was lying.

"Can I come in?" As soon as he walked in, he asked between the door, without disturbing the smile on his lips.

"Come." His tone was a little tired and quiet.

Seokjin was still smiling as if he had sworn to keep Taehyung's morale high and was waiting for his return. As he sat in the corner of the bed, he had set aside the bag and tried to catch Taehyung's gaze. He bowed his head and did not lift his gaze from his feet as he pulled towards himself. Because of his strange attitude, Seokjin got closer and tried to look closely at his face.

"Are you all right?" He had put his hand on his shoulder and when he took a distressed breath, he expected to hear something from him.

"I want to scream, but what's the use?" When he raised his head, Seokjin saw the redness of his eyes.

"You haven't slept again." His voice sounded a little scolded, his eyebrows re-frowned and happiness had left his face.

"I can't sleep. I couldn't find my sleeping pills." He had shown his table next to him, and a smile appeared on his face, his skin worn out by tears. "Are you afraid I'll try to commit suicide again?" Then when he burst out with a loud laugh, Seokjin accompanied him, even though he thought it was not normal to laugh at such a thing.

"You're very capable of doing any kind of madness." He said in his laughter.

"The last time I did it, I didn't forget how you scolded me for hours." With his back against the bedhead and his eyes squinting with laughter.

As he pressed his lips not to laugh at each other, he took the pillow next to him and threw it at Taehyung. When he hugged the pillow and started laughing more, Seokjin was happy that he could still laugh no matter what.

"How are your wounds?" With his earnest face, Taehyung raised up and Seokjin strolled his eyes across his body.

He looked at the wound on his hand and said "I think they're very good." He had raised his hands to both sides, smiling.