Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

25. Change me

Recommended song: To Each his own- Talos
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(🎶If the hardest part of your silence tried to mark the fallen snow, we leave you here you know....🎶)

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June 22, 2005 , Smithfield, London. (8:00 am)

The gate creaked open too loud for Jungkook's liking making him quirk up at the noise. The only thing calming his jittery nerves was the fragrance from the bouquet he clutched to his chest.

Sunflowers. His Papa's most favourite flower. Jungkook is glad he is finally old enough to understand the underlying significance to it that his father used to ramble about.

Sunflower, the way the deep vivid hues of the sunset orange of it's petals contrasted to the brown they emerged from- a depiction of wilderness in it's reticence, a blooming mystery; but then so captivating and delicate up close, the scent drowning you in so subtly yet furiously that you forget that there was even an atmosphere without it.
An underrated mysterious prophecy.
Sunflower,Taehyung- Taehyung, sunflower

He wondered why he never noticed this similarity.

Shaking his head he steps ahead glancing casually at all the stones that he has nothing to do with. He wonders how many mourns and sobs these cemented walls have heard in the past year that he did not visit. How belittled the price of a breath is till you're breathing fine and how the same becomes priceless when you're underwater.

Then he sees it, the grey furnished rock he had been walking to-

H𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰,
𝔍𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔍𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫
𝔍𝔞𝔫𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 3𝔯𝔡, 1958- 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 21𝔰𝔱 2001.
𝔄 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔥𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔄 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡, 𝔄 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫,
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.

He wishes he could remember who chose those words for the gravestone when he himself was too broken to comprehend, perhaps Jimin's mother. It's also a lingering thought in the back if it will be Jimin who chooses his.

The euphony of the cool morning breeze tries to match up with the melancholy of his heartbeat, somehow letting out a beautiful music with an undeniable balance of restlessness and content.

"Hi, Papa." Smiling down at the grave, he places down the small flower arrangement on the concrete after sniffing it one last time.
"The worst son in the world is here." a dry chuckle followed.

"You must be so mad at me, right? Well, that's me! I make people mad." His hand extending to the pocket of his checkered pants and pulled out a crisp white handkerchief. "Visited you in May last year. More than a whole year, huh? And the sad part is that, it would've been the same even if you were alive."

A tinge of sadness in the smile, he started to wipe the dirt filled tombstone probing between the crevices of the engraves. "I went to the therapy yesterday after Jin's final hearing. Real one this time hopefully, considering Jimin looked into it and all. Ten days passed like ten seconds, I tell you."

"I'm sorry I didn't come all these months. I didn't want to see anyone I loved, didn't want to talk to Jimin too, didn't want to touch Taehyung too. Well, you're the only one I could practice my 'want' on, so sorry."

He jerked the hanky of the dust and started wiping the horizontal gravestone off the crunched up dried leaves. "In the courtroom, everyone looked at me with pitiful eyes. As if I was some naive kid who got fooled into the trap. But was I really? I've been thinking, y'know... and I think that I walked into the trap myself."