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Mar 13
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Taehyung's eyes then find Jungkook and his smile dims, “oh, I didn't see you,” he says softly, “hi.”
Jungkook swallows, forcing a small nod, “h-hi.”
'Did you get the flowers?' 'Did you read the comics?' 'Did you read my messages?' 'Do you have me muted?'
Jungkook wants to ask.
Taehyung looks at Seojoon, “let me introduce you to my friends,” he smiles at Namjoon, “excuse us?” he looks at Jungkook with a nod and pulls Seojoon towards Jimin.
Jungkook watches him go.
“Let him go.”
Jungkook flinches, looking at Namjoon, “huh?”
Namjoon's eyes are sombre, “you pushed him off of the cliff,” he says softly, “now, you can't pull him back up. The more you hold onto him, the deeper the cut will be,” Namjoon squeezes Jungkook's shoulder, “now, all you can do is, let him go and hope he finds his safety net.”
Namjoon matches Jungkook's eyes with a nod, “and I think,” he looks over at where Taehyung and Seojoon is, “he will be falling into a safety net. You regret it, you tried, you did everything but sometimes, you have to learn to let it go. Your everything can mean nothing to some.”
“All your efforts can be seen as nothing to some,” Namjoon sighs, “at that point, you have to accept it and let it go. You can't forever stay rooted in that spot, Jungkook. You have your path waiting. Walk. You can't keep hurting and hoping he gets it. He might never. Then what?”
“If it was Jin hyung,” Jungkook whispers, “whom you hurt, would you just give up like this?”
Namjoon watches him, “I will know I did wrong. I will try to mend it and if he doesn't accept it, I will forever regret it but never try to reach for him again. You know?”
“Well,” Jungkook looks over at Taehyung, “I will give up the day I feel like I can't take it anymore,” he watches how Taehyung laughs at something Seojoon says, “I have no expectation, hyung. I just hope to make him see he is worth it and that's it. I don't want anything else.”
Namjoon pats his back, “I am here, just so you know. Along with Jin hyung. I am here. You can talk to me.”
Jungkook nods.
“Happy birthday.”
Jungkook groans when he sees Yoongi, “oh, god,” he turns on his feet, almost rushing to leave the space before he does something stupid.
Jungkook goes to Jin, helping the man with everything. He keeps looking over, to see how Yoongi goes to join Taehyung and Seojoon. He lets out a snort when Jimin leaves them to come over to Jungkook and Jin.
“He really repels us, eh?” Jungkook asks.
Jimin sighs, “shut up.”
“God, he could be ugly,” Jin says, stacking the red cups one by one, “it would be easy to hate him! He is hot!”
Jungkook watches Yoongi, “I don't see it.”
Jin sighs, “you are blind then.”
“Can you two stop?” Jimin hisses, “let's focus on that Seojoon guy. What's the deal?”
“What's the deal?” Jin wonders.
“He is hot!” Jimin whispers, “and, I kind of melted as he started talking.”
“You are...” Jin blinks, “you are engaged!”
Jimin rolls his eyes, looking over at Seojoon, “no, but look at him.”
Jungkook groans, “stop being so thirsty all the time!”
Jin looks down at the plates in front of him, “your fiancé is coming over with them. Shut up. Act cool!”
Jungkook blinks at Jin, “your 'act cool,' is pouring random drinks in one cup?”
“Is there something to drink?” Yoongi asks, looking around.
“I forgot to buy the liquid poison,” Jungkook smiles, “give me a moment. I will be right back.”
Yoongi ignores him, taking a bottle in his hand and pouring himself a glass. Taehyung peeks over his shoulder.
“I will have something non-alcoholic, please. Hyung?”
“Self-help counter,” Jin says, “whatever you want, get it yourself.”
Taehyung looks at Seojoon, “what do you want, hyung?”
Seojoon looks at Yoongi, “whatever he is having. Looks good.”
Yoongi pours a glass for him, and Taehyung stares at the drinks.
Jungkook sighs, “wait.”
He pours some soft drink in a glass and holds it out for Taehyung. Taehyung takes it hesitantly, sipping slowly. Jungkook watches him lick his lips and then look away. Jungkook lets out a sigh when Taehyung takes another sip.
“Do you dance?” Taehyung asks Seojoon, “hyung?”
“Sure,” Seojoon looks over at the dance floor that is the living room, “but, just so you know, I am terrible at it.”
Taehyung smiles, “I won't judge.”
Jungkook watches Taehyung leave the glass on the counter to go with Seojoon.
Jimin sighs, “so, there goes my chance.”
Yoongi snorts, making himself another drink, “yes, because after having Tae, you think he would spare you a glance.”
“Hey,” Jungkook snatches Yoongi's cup from his hand, making him startle, “talk like that to him in front of me again, I will punch you! Be respectful!”
“There are too many bottles,” Jungkook hisses, “you won't want one smashing on your head, would you?”
Yoongi chuckles, “I would like to see you try.”
“I will,” Jungkook steps up to Yoongi, “I have a record of acting before thinking. I will, and this time I won't regret it!”
“Let it be,” Jimin holds Jungkook's hand, pulling him back, “ignore him, kook.”
“No,” Jungkook glares, “enough is enough. I don't care, in front of me, you better be respectful to him. You get it?”
Yoongi takes his cup and rolls his eyes, walking away from the counter.
“God, how do you even tolerate him for a minute?!” Jungkook looks at Jimin, “I want to strangle him so bad!”
Jimin waves his hand, “I ignore him, now, come on. Let's dance.”
Jungkook lets Jimin pull him on the dance floor, both of them swaying side by side.
Jungkook can't help but look over. Taehyung is talking to Seojoon. Their heads bowed closer, Taehyung's lips against Seojoon's ear.
“Don't look at them,” Jimin says, “I have learnt it. Ignore what hurts you if you can't do anything about it.”
Jungkook swallows, “like Yoongi?”
Jimin snorts, “he doesn't hurt anymore,” he looks over Jungkook's shoulder at the man, “he told me we are free to sleep around. Even after our wedding,” Jimin looks up at Jungkook, “so, that's fun.”
Jungkook looks back at Taehyung, seeing the distance between them close slowly.
Seojoon's hand is low on Taehyung's hips, his smile fond while he moves with Taehyung.
“Don't look at them,” Jimin murmurs, “kookie. Don't look at them.”
Jungkook looks at Jimin, his eyes burning, “I have no reason or rights to feel like this. He owes me nothing. Nothing.”
Jimin's eyes reflect the hurt Jungkook feels, and it's somehow grounding. Jimin hugs him.
“Just for that reason,” Jimin says, “don't look at them.”
Jungkook can't help it. He watches how Seojoon says something to make Taehyung blush, and then they are off the dance floor.
Jungkook pulls away from Jimin, “I will go home,” he shakes his head, “I need to rest.”
Jimin reaches for him, “let me go with you-” he pauses when an arm loops around his waist, Yoongi right behind him.
Jungkook turns to leave, he doesn't want to be here anymore.
Jungkook gets out of the apartment and freezes when he sees Taehyung and Seojoon at the end of the corridor. Taehyung is leaning against the wall with Seojoon right in front of him. There is a flirty smile on Taehyung's lips. His hand playing with Seojoon's jacket.
Jungkook swiftly turns his back to them, rushing for the elevator. He gets inside and presses the button. He feels nauseous.
Jungkook doesn't let himself think, he goes to the bike and starts it. That night, he finds himself by the Han river. Slowly riding, deep in thoughts.
He buys a white rose from a shop that's almost closing and goes to Taehyung's building.
The security guard gives him a smile this time, “hello.”
Jungkook holds out the rose, “did he take the flowers last night?”
The security guard nods, “he came home very late at night.”
“Around dawn,” the guard nods, “the flowers were withering by the time I gave them to him.”
Jungkook pauses, “around dawn?”
The guard nods, “yes.”
The hollow in the pit of his stomach grows, and Jungkook is dismissing it.
“Thank you,” he bows, “for doing this.”
Jungkook goes home then.
'Good night, Taehyung,' he writes when he curls up on the bed, 'I think I have nothing to tell you tonight.'
When Jungkook wakes up, there is a message from Jin about him leaving without any words. Another from Jimin, asking if he is okay.
He opens Taehyung's chat first, ignoring his last night's message.
'I hope you got the rose,' Jungkook types, 'I think I will get you something else from now on. Something that won't wither by the time you receive it. I will think something up, good morning, Tae.'
That night, he leaves a rose he makes out of paper. The guard looks at it and back at him. Jungkook gives an awkward smile.
“It won't wither,” he says, “no?”
There is something on the guard's expression, he swallows with a small smile, “no. Gifts like these never do.”
Jungkook hates himself for asking, “did he come home last night?”
The guard nods, “he did.”
Jugnkook can't bring himself to ask anything more. The guard watches him, probably expecting something. When Jungkook doesn't ask anything more, he sighs.
Jungkook swallows, “alone?”
The smile the guard gives is tender, “yes,” he nods, “he was alone. I went to the washroom. He was waiting for me to come back, so he can ask if you left anything or not.”
Jungkook feels the words hit him, he balls his fists, “oh,” he bows, “thank you.”
“I told you,” the guard nods, “gifts like these never wither.”
Jungkook doesn't stay any longer. He turns and leaves. When he reaches home, he clicks a photo of the moon and sends it to Taehyung.
'The moon is beautiful tonight.'
Jungkook is about to fall asleep when his phone pings.
He sighs, pulling it to himself to look at it. When he does, he freezes.
It's Taehyung. It's a single message.
'It is.'
Jungkook feels the way his heart tears into pieces. He lies down, staring at the message.
'Don't reply to me,' Jungkook writes back, 'don't give me a piece of hope to lure me in. I am doing good, just speaking into the void. Don't show me hope, Tae. Don't reply to me. I don't want you to reply to me.'
Jungkook sends, closing his phone for the night.
The next morning, he ignores that one text. Chalks it up as a mistake from Taehyung's side.
It's Sunday. Jungkook makes himself some breakfast and sits on his couch.
'I am so bored,' he writes to Taehyung, 'wish we could go on a bike ride,' he sighs, 'wish you were here.'
Jungkook stares at the last line.
'Wish you were here.'
He stares at it until his vision is blurring. He wipes his eyes, typing again.
'Ignore that, lol, I am too sleepy,' he hurries, 'how are you? Have a great Sunday. Enjoy, yeah?'
He sends it and locks his phone.
Jimin's call makes Jungkook jump, “yeah?”
Jimin sounds bored, “I need to go buy a ring, join me?”
Jungkook sighs, “why me? What ring?”
“The wedding ring,” Jimin hisses, “Jin hyung is busy with Namjoon hyung. Taehyung is on a weekend trip with Seojoon hyung-”
Jungkook gulps, “I will go with you. Just pick me up.”
Jimin cuts the call and Jungkook opens his chat with Taehyung.
'It is,' he wonders if Taehyung was looking at Seojoon while thinking this. He wonders if Taehyung was beside Seojoon when he sent this.
'I think I know how you felt when you wondered if I was thinking about Taegeun while being with you,' Jungkook types, chuckling, 'today I am in your shoes and you were right. It hurts to think the person who is on your mind non-stop isn't even thinking about you.'
He hits send.
“He is home,” the guard says when Jungkook shows up.
Cho Hayoon, the guard, is like a friendly elder to Jungkook after almost two months of their interactions.
“He just got home,” Hayoon says, “you can give him the gift yourself tonight.”
Jungkook holds the rose in his hand.
Jungkook looks at the elevator and back at the man in front of him. He swallows, in has been two months since Jungkook is dropping by here every night. Two months since Taehyung's message. After that one message, he went back to ignoring Jungkook. As if that never happened.
“No,” Jungkook places the rose on the small counter in front of Hayoon and forces a smile on his lips, “it's okay, hyung. You can give it to him.”
Hayoon looks at him with a sombre expression, “Jungkookah,” his eyes wander over Jungkook's face, “take care, okay?”
Jungkook nods, “you too, hyung,” he goes over to the parking lot where his bike is.
As he is leaving the complex, he watches a man walk inside through the main gate. Jungkook's bike slows down when he sees it's Seojoon. The man hasn't seen him, walking towards the building.
Seojoon is in his casual clothes. He is carrying a paper bag with him. Jungkook watches the man go, and he faces the front. There is a heavy feeling in his heart as he bikes out of the complex.
That night, Jungkook types a long message like any other night and deletes it. He stares at his screen for a long time before letting out a deep breath.
'Good night, Taehyung,' he sends just that before going to bed himself.
Nowadays, there's this feeling before Jungkook types the messages. That he is imposing. That he is being a bother. That Taehyung is nice like that, and he can't really tell Jungkook off on his face. So, he just ignores the texts. There is this hesitance in Jungkook that grows.
'You can tell me off, you know?' Jungkook types one day, sitting in his cubicle in the office, 'if I bother you with these texts. You can tell me. I will just leave you roses and stop this. Tell me, okay? I won't disturb you.'
He scrolls their chat. Watching only his messages.
Jungkook closes the app, looking at the screen of the computer in front of him. He submits the works he has due and goes back to open the new tasks that are stored in his email.
It's like a routine by now. He works, hangs out with Jin and Jimin, then goes home.
“The wedding will be a huge one,” Jimin says that night, lying on the carpet, head resting on Jin's lap and legs on Jungkook's, “you can bring one date.”
Jungkook looks at the man, “I thought you said it would just be a court wedding.”
Jimin shrugs, “we got into a fight.”
Jin winces, “how does a fight led to a huge wedding?”
Jimin sucks onto a straw, eyes on the screen, “I chunk a vase at him for saying that I deserve that minimum effort. Then I went to whine to his grandma,” he looks at Jin, “you should see the power she holds in that house.”
Jungkook chuckles, “and, she likes you.”
Jimin hums, “I didn't want a huge wedding either but the way he turns purple every time he has to attend the preparations,” Jimin smirks, “I love it. He can't deny his grandma and I can't stop watching him suffer.”
Jin sighs, “oh, god.”
Jungkook watches the television, “well, I will go alone. I don't have a date.”
Jimin and Jin share a look. Jimin sits up, looking at Jungkook.
“Maybe,” Jimin takes Jungkook's hand in his, “you should have a date?” his voice is soft, “I mean, it has been months since you-”
“No, I am fine,” Jungkook shakes his head, “I will go alone.”
Jimin's grip tightens on Jungkook's hand, “come on, Kookie, it has been months. How long will you just wait around for him to come back?”
The question catches Jungkook off guard. Those two pairs of eyes are on him.
“I don't want him to come back,” Jungkook frowns, “this is not about him, okay? I just don't want to get involved with someone right now, okay? I am taking this time to look after myself. As my therapist said, I should revive myself before I get into anything serious.”
“Fine,” Jimin lets go of his hand, “just so you know, he is bringing a date. He said so himself,” his eyes are accusing on Jungkook, “I am just telling you, so you can brace yourself.”
“I don't hav-”
Jin shakes his head, “you can lie to the world, kook. No need to do it to us.”
“I don't know why you are doing this,” Jin swallows, “why you are putting yourself through so much, but if this is what you need to do, we will support you. If this is the way you want to revive yourself, go ahead. Just don't tell us you want nothing in return. Please.”
“It's clear that you want him,” Jin looks down at his hands, “I have seen you around Taegeun and you were not like this. Whatever you had for him, it was, even in physical, reciprocated for that one year. Here you are, almost two and a half months into this mess. Alone.”
“I won't judge Tae,” Jimin shakes his head, “he doesn't talk to me about you. He is quiet and he never opens up. I don't know what's going on with him, so I won't judge him. But, I know you and I see you struggle. You have overpaid the debt, Koo. I really think you did.”
“That's the point, chim,” Jungkook looks at anywhere but them, “you can't compare hurt. You can't compare the intensity of hurt. You can't go around and tell someone they overpaid or underpaid hurt. I have learnt people hurt differently and heals different too.”
“I keep wondering what he is feeling, what he is thinking,” Jungkook whispers, “I think, according to you, he has taken enough time, I have given enough effort. But, you don't know how he feels. Maybe he heals slower than us. Maybe his hurt runs deeper. I don't know.”
“He kept hurting because of Taegeun since he was a kid, and, I hit him right on that nerve,” Jungkook swallows, “maybe, the front he made for himself with all those years' worth of effort broke in my hands and I did that. I still feel I haven't done enough. I still feel guilty.”
“I know, I should stop and one day I will,” Jungkook chuckles, “I am a human too. One day I will dry out too. I just hope, I can show him that I tried till I dried out. I just hope he knows I tried till there was nothing left of me to go on. I don't want to give up before that.”
“Because,” Jungkook's voice comes out tight, “I saw him break down to nothing in front of me. I saw him shatter in pieces in front of me. I want him to know I saw him break. I understood his hurt that I caused. I want him to understand that he changed me. I hope he knows.”
Jimin's voice breaks his trance, “you will never dry out, kookie,” he wipes his eyes, throwing himself on Jungkook to hug him, “me and Jin hyung will keep filling you up. You got us. You are loved, too. And, at least from us, you should hear this. You deserve love too.”
Jin crowds them, pulling them both in his arms, “yes. You know there are different levels of punishments for crimes, right? You did your time and I hope Taehyung gets it. If he doesn't, that's okay. We get you. We love you. We will always love you.”
Jungkook lets them hug him.
“So, if this is what you need to do,” Jimin nods, “do it. Whenever you feel drained, turn to us. We will be right here. Because we know you are a human, not a god, you made a mistake, we all do. You regret it, that's something not all of us feel. Some never feels regret, and +
“even less own up to their mistakes. You owned up to yours, and you are trying to get past it. I am proud of that.”
“We both are,” Jin rubs his back, “you owned up to it, you are working your ass off to pay back for it. That's all you can do.”
Jungkook hugs them, “thank you.”
The frame is a little crooked. Taehyung fixes it, watching it go back to being crooked. He sighs, sitting up on his knees and fixing the frame again. He traces the flowers in the frame with his eyes, holding the frame for a few moments.
He sits down on the bed, eyes still fixed on the frame. He watches the flowers, his eyes never wavering. He is not sure how long he is sitting on the bed, just staring, but he doesn't want to be anywhere else anyway.
'They won't wither now,' he thinks back to that message.
Taehyung wraps his arms around himself, eyes glued on the flowers over his headboard. He feels his eyes blurring.
'You can tell me off, you know?'
Taehyung hurries to wipe the tear that rolls down his cheek. He blinks back the moisture in his eyes, forcing them back.
His eyes go to the vases he keeps those paper roses in. Those newspapers folded and curved into perfection. He watches them. Counts them one by one. There are 72 of them by now. He might buy another vase soon.
Or, maybe... Taehyung swallows, he can ask Jungkook to stop.
He feels selfish. Every time Jungkook sends a text, he feels selfish for holding on. He feels selfish every time he sees Jungkook. He wants to tell Jungkook to stop. Tell him it's okay. He is forgiven. He really is. Taehyung is doing fine. With each passing day, he is doing fine.
'Would you like to go to this party,' Seojoon's voice rings in his ears, 'it's a couple only event,' the elder's ears are a little red, 'you know?'
It's Seojoon's way of asking him out on a date. On a first date. Taehyung watches the man and thinks how Seojoon is so different.
Seojoon doesn't come with baggage of his past. Seojoon doesn't come with any ill intention. He doesn't come to remind Taehyung of a past that time to time still makes him falter. He is a clean slate. He is a fresh start. He is not related to anything messy.
Taehyung picks up his phone, his eyes travelling to the frame one last time before he opens the chat.
'You should stop now,' he types, 'I moved on, Jungkook. I am past it all,' his eyes blur, 'I found reasons to believe I am good on my own.'
He looks at those roses, one by one.
He hits send. He watches the screen and chokes on a breath when he sees the bubbles appear. He grips the phone, staring at it. There is this palpation, there is this tightening of his chest that he can't explain. One message comes and he is shuddering.
'Okay, whatever you want.'
'One last time, good morning.'
Taehyung sees the notifications pouring in. Seojoon sending a few memes and good morning texts. The notifications keep piling up over Jungkook's text, and Taehyung keeps swiping them away, one by one. Impatiently wiping them off of the screen.
One wrong swipe, and he is taken to Seojoon's chat box. Taehyung rushes, closing it to get back to Jungkook's chat. There is nothing more. There is never going to be. He cut it off. For good. He doesn't want to string Jungkook along anymore.
There won't be any more roses. Where were he going to put them anyway?
He doesn't have to go and buy another vase. Good riddance.
He doesn't have to go and check with the security guard every night for those. Good riddance.
He doesn't have to look forward to each night.
He doesn't have to go through the entire day in a rush because nothing interests him but coming home to that one rose anymore.
He doesn't have to come keep checking his phone so obsessively anymore.
He doesn't have to read those texts over and over again. He is free now.
Taehyung places the phone on the bed.
He doesn't have to cry himself to sleep anymore. He doesn't have to question himself over and over again. He doesn't have to shout at himself for...
Taehyung gets off the bed to go to shower.
He leans his head against the tiles, and he lets his tears finally roll out of his eyes.
“I am tired of making excuses to myself,” Taehyung says to the emptiness around him, “for waiting for your texts. For looking forward to having that one rose every night. I am tired of it.”
“I am tired of lying to myself,” Taehyung tilts his head up to let the shower hit his face, “telling myself I am fine being this cold to you. I am tired of being a person I am not,” he trembles under the shower, “I am tired of pretending to be someone I am not.”
“But, I have no other choice, do I?” Taehyung hides his face in his hands, “how do I even start to explain to myself that I have feelings for you. You. How do I ever look at myself and accept it? How do I look at you and tell you, I want you, even after what you did.”
“How do I explain my feelings to my self-respect?” Taehyung sniffles, “how do I accept that with each text, with each rose, with each passing day, I keep falling for you and that terrifies me. I can't let you know. I can't let you know about my feelings. Never.”
“It will lead nowhere,” Taehyung sinks on his knees, sitting down on the floor of the shower, “when someone asks why would you fall for someone who hurt you so bad, what would I say? What reason do I have? What if you think you can get away again? What if you hurt me again?”
“What if you hurt me again?” Taehyung buries his face in his arms, “I can't take that risk. I am too afraid to test myself like that. I am terrified, Jungkook. I am so terrified. I thought I will be able to hurt you. To be a completely different person and play you.”
“I thought I will let you see how much it hurts to be played like that, but,” Taehyung hugs himself, “with each unanswered text, with each rose, I feel like I am breaking myself more than I am breaking you. I can't be vindictive, apparently. I can't be that cold. I can't.”
“I read your texts and imagine myself in your place and it fucking hurts so bad. I look at those roses and know you came to drop them off even on rainy days. It doesn't make me feel good. I feel worried, and I keep asking the guard if you looked fine. I am not doing anyone good.”
Thank you so much for this beautiful moodboard, @.aishverse_
The quotes, each one of them, are love. The way you found quotes to express their feelings. Thanks! 
Taehyung jumps when the doorbell rings. He gets off of the floor and hurries to dry himself before slipping on his clothes. When he opens the door, it's Yoongi.
“Hyung,” Taehyung lets out a deep breath, “god, sorry, I was in the bathroom.”
Yoongi waves his hand, “it's okay.”
Taehyung watches the man get inside and sit down on the couch. Taehyung is supposed to go with Yoongi for a business deal.
“I will be ready in a few minutes, okay?” Taehyung goes to the kitchen, “you want anything?”
Yoongi watches him, “why are your eyes so red?”
Taehyung's hands pause in their way to open the fridge. He forces out a chuckle and pulls out a beer.
“Nothing,” he comes over to hold it out for Yoongi, “nothing. I just-”
“Cried again,” Yoongi takes the beer, unscrewing it, “over the same topic. Over the same person.”
Yoongi watches how Taehyung look away, fumbling for words.
“I told him off,” Taehyung decides to say, “I finally told him off for good this time.”
Yoongi takes a sip of the beer, “and, that made you cry.”
Taehyung helplessly turns away, “I will get dressed, hyung. Just wait-”
“If letting go hurts, then don't.”
Taehyung freezes. His eyes stuck ahead of him, but his ears picking up on the words spoken behind him. He looks over his shoulder at the man, and Yoongi nods at him.
“If letting him go hurts so bad, then, don't,” Yoongi shrugs, “you know?”
“You-” Taehyung frowns, turning towards the man, “you hate him.”
Yoongi chuckles, nodding, “I did,” he takes another sip of the beer, “for what he did, I did hate him. But,” he jerks his shoulders, “I am seeing his efforts to own up to it too, you know? For months now.”
“You have no idea, Tae,” Yoongi's smile dims, “how much I will give to see those people who wronged me try to, at least, own up to it,” he looks down at the beer in his hands, “accept what they did and apologize. You have no idea how much guts it takes to not walk away.”
“It's so easy to just never accept that you can be wrong, your actions can be wrong, and move on with life. We always turn blind eyes to others' troubles and he could have done the same. But,” Yoongi leans forward, “he kept owning up to it. Over and over again.”
“I am no one to tell you to accept it, it's your decision,” Yoongi nods, “you can clearly choose someone better. You can select no one and be yourself. But, if letting go is hurting so much, maybe think about not letting go?” he arches a brow, “this time you put down the terms.”
“He looked like he will let you,” Yoongi chuckles, “in that party. He looked like he would let you have anything you want. You can surely not, but you can also ask for a clean slate. You can start over. See where it goes. But, if it's too much, surely, you don't need my advice.”
“Why are you taking his side, he hates you,” Taehyung winces, “I mean...”
Yoongi gives a short laugh, “well, from his point, I took you away from him. I am also marrying his best friend, who means shit to me. He has reasons to hate me. I don't mind. His hate doesn't bother me.”
“Also, his features are very baby like, so his threats are nothing but yapping to me,” Yoongi leans back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, “so,” he shrugs his shoulders carelessly, “that's that.”
Taehyung swallows, “I will get dressed.”
He goes inside.
Taehyung is glad when Yoongi doesn't talk about it against when they get inside the car. He looks over to see Yoongi wearing the engagement ring.
“The ring is huge,” Taehyung murmurs, eyeing it, “and, flashy.”
Yoongi grimaces, “never mention that. I ignore it.”
Taehyung looks at Yoongi, “the wedding ring is different, right?”
Yoongi nods, shoulders sagging, “It's the family one. It won't fit his finger though,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “he has tiny fingers. I don't care. He can find a way. I won't bother with it more than I have to.”
Taehyung sighs, “be nice to him, will you?” he looks away, “whatever it is, I don't know. But, I don't think mimi can do anything to provoke such a strong reaction out of you.”
“You don't know him,” Yoongi murmurs, “I hope you never know his that side. I really hope.”
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