the wind above the ocean // taekook

eleven.

somehow (어쩌다 보니) - day6

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it was her. the girl from the picture.

"hi uhm - is Tae home?"

long brown hair, curly strands framing her face. shimmering glitter on her eyelids. her coat hung over her forearms that she crossed in front of her body. she wore a lavender dress, the color complimenting her tanned skin. puffy sleeves, gold bracelets on her wrist. she looked like a fairy, ethereal. even better than on the picture in Taehyung's room.

"Taehyung should be down in a minute, he forgot to iron his suit yesterday - oh, he's here."

Rae. she had a warm smile. chocolate brown eyes. he could see why the older liked her. Jungkook's heart broke when they hugged. gave each other compliments. they fitted so well in each other's arms.

"Jungkook, i'll be back in a few hours."

the door closed with a click. suddenly, the house felt so very empty and quite. the cat's were snuggling in one if the room's corners. the sun slowly traveled down the sky, saying her goodbyes with the most beautiful shades of pink and purple.

but Jungkook didn't see the play of colors outside of his window. didn't hear the waves crashing onto the shore. the sound of his own breathing was driving him crazy. it was too loud in his ear. he laid on the couch, stared up at the ceiling. he felt so small. rolled to the side, pulled his knees up. made himself even smaller.

so he laid there, what felt like eternity, curled up into a ball. the sun disappeared completely, left the boy engulfed in darkness. his eyes became heavy from staring into the nothingness. his head tired from all the thoughts running through his mind.

pictures of them dancing. laughing. hugging. kissing. he couldn't even be mad at her. she smiled so warm, made Taehyung's face light up in joy. Jungkook wondered if he was ever able to do that to someone else.

just when he was about to fall asleep, let the sad images swallow him up, he heard the door click again. soft noises in the entrance. light footsteps in his direction. he knew Taehyung crouched down in front of the couch. he could feel his presence, hear his clothes rustling.

"hey, don't cry."

only a whisper. sweet nothings in his ear. a hand gently drying his tear stained cheeks. tugging his hair behind his ear. petting his head. he didn't even notice that he had started crying.

"good night Jungkookie."

a quick kiss on the cheek. feathery and light. rustling of clothes, footsteps that became quieter and quieter as they moved away.

Jungkook had his eyes closed shut the whole time. scared that when he opened them the tingling feeling on his cheek would wash away. scared that once he opened them it would all just be a hallucination, a dream. that his mind played him a trick. that the door would open again, revealing a sleepy Taehyung who wouldn't even give him a glance.

so he kept his eyes closed, stopped crying, and wondered about the other's midnight behavior.