Jungkook clasped the naked body that was melted against him tighter as soon as his senses crawled back to him from his halcyon sleep, then relaxed his muscles with a silent, content sigh.

He loved waking up cocooned in Taehyung’s warmth. It sent constant riffles of serenity through his heart, with an underflow of bliss and safety.

Jungkook never felt safe in his life. Peril always lurked everywhere because of his family’s business, and he dove into the said peril as well when he joined. He chose this life — he enjoyed this life. Even with all the danger, being the best of the best in the underworld was what thrilled him to the core. Money and ascendency. He thirsted for them. He never thought he would find something he would crave more than these two things.

Until he stumbled upon the gorgeous angel who answered to the name Taehyung.

Taehyung obliterated everything he thought he knew about desires in life and what truly brought happiness. Fearing even the sound of his name, betraying others just so they could buy his products, begging to let them enter his nightclub and casino, since his businesses were only for elites. He spent the past five years believing these factors were more than enough for a successful, happy life.

But simply waking up next to Taehyung gifted him such bliss that nothing could transcend it.

Now he was about to return to a life without Taehyung. He had to. And he wasn’t fucking ready. Spending the whole night feeling each other in every possible way wasn’t enough to satiate a fraction of his yearning for him. Even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough, he believed.

He couldn’t allow Taehyung to see him break down. Maybe if he thought Jungkook didn’t feel the same, he would forget him easier and his pain would be bearable. He clung onto that possibility as if it were his last hope of survival.

He hardened himself to the wrenching heartbreak he would experience. Or at least he tried, telling himself to remain calm in the moment of the goodbye, to smile and kiss him and wish him all the happiness in this world because he deserved nothing less, to hug him tight and let him know how much he enjoyed their time together.

And when Taehyung would walk out of the room with his luggage and Jungkook’s bleeding heart, he could surrender to that wrenching heartbreak body and soul.

Through the wistful haze of his mind, tender strokes on his back entered his senses, and he smiled gently at the image of Taehyung’s half-closed, puffy eyes. He pecked his nose and had the privilege of watching his lips form that spellbinding, addictive smile of his that was like a warm ray of sunlight illuminating even the darkest parts of his hurtful thoughts.

Taehyung caressed his mouth with a chaste kiss, sighing nasally. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, angel.” Jungkook pressed his lips against his once more.

“What time is it?”

Jungkook rolled onto his back and reached for his wristwatch. “It’s after twelve,” he uttered as he caged him into his embrace again. “What time are you leaving?”

There was a moment of stillness as Taehyung’s face clouded over with the sorrowful reminder. It had completely slipped through the cracks of his mind with Jungkook’s soul-soothing warmth and touch. As if a cloak that was too heavy to bear dropped over his existence, everything felt too grim and his chest plunged to the ground.

He didn’t let it gain more control over him, though. He was determined to say goodbye to him with a smile on his lips. He didn’t want their last memory to be agonizing, with his pleas to come with him to Seoul or come find him when everything would be over. With his endless tears of poignancy. With his pained fury because Jungkook didn’t fall for him as Taehyung did. He wanted to leave with his heart full of his precious memories with Jungkook and block out anything distressing.

If he would be able to do that, though, was another story that hadn’t been written yet.

“We have to be at the port at four,” Taehyung said with a little smile that held no vibrancy and pecked his lips.

Jungkook recognized the falseness of his smile, though he didn’t comment on it. It was his weapon to deal with this, he believed. “You still have time then.”

“Not really. There are so many things we need to do.” Taehyung stretched his sore body, yawning, then flopped onto his back. He twisted his head to look at him. “I have to go back.”

Jungkook’s eyes flitted quietly over his gentle expression in a probing dance of mystification. Was his forced smile and his calm countenance really just a tool to cope with the anguish of their separation? Or... did Taehyung’s longing for him burn out?

He should be relieved with his somewhat distant behavior. And if his longing for him truly diminished, he should be relieved with this, too. But why did his heart ache so brutally just at the thought?

He obscured the spate of his convoluted, conflicting emotions behind a mirthless smile. “Yeah, let’s go back.”

And they did, with a stealthy oppression shrouding them.

They dressed their bodies, that were sticky with dried cum and remnants of sweat, took their things, and trudged downstairs. Jungkook noted his slight limping and reassured him he would return later to collect the tent. Taehyung replied with a ‘thank you’, barely glancing at him for a second.

And fuck, it bothered him more than he could ever imagine. But he still said nothing about it.

“I’ll go freshen up first,” Taehyung said, slipping the case with his toothbrush out of his pocket.

“Let’s go to the private bathroom.”

Taehyung wordlessly trailed behind him until they arrived. Jungkook already had his toothbrush there, and they brushed their teeth side by side, avoiding eye contact. They also washed their faces, and even after they finished and headed back to their room, not even a word was shared between them.

The sight Taehyung encountered the moment he opened the door had him flying into a mire of consternation and rushing to smother a crying Jimin in his hug. “What happened?” he asked in a fragile tone as he sat beside him on the bed and rubbed palliative patterns on his back.

Jimin only wailed harder, burying his face into the crook of his neck.

Hoseok, who was sitting next to the crying man, sighed. “Yoongi...”

Taehyung locked eyes with him. A notion of what must have happened spiraled inside him only at the mention of his name.

Jungkook averted his eyes from the harrowing scene as they brimmed with gloom. For a moment, he pictured Taehyung wailing in his friends’ embrace after their dolorous goodbye, but then his distant demeanor leaped into his mind. Maybe Taehyung wouldn’t react this way, after all.

He trod to the closet and grabbed clean clothes. “I’ll go take a shower,” he said and stepped out of the room without waiting for an answer.

Taehyung drew in a long breath, filling his lungs to the hilt. Pretending to be unaffected or even nonchalant about their impending separation was so enervating and challenging, to be honest. A deluge of sobs simmered in his chest and threatened to erupt from him at any moment, despite that he kept telling himself it was okay.

Nothing was okay, and it would never be without Jungkook in his life.

The persistent twitching of Jimin’s frame perforated the blur of his thoughts, and he ran his palm over his back in another set of strong caresses. “Calm down, Chim. Tell us what happened.”

Jimin furiously wiped his drenched cheeks and took one more tissue to blow his nose. His shoulders still quaked with his stifled sobs, though he compelled his composure to return to him. “He ended it yesterday.”

Jimin’s wrecked voice rang with such suffering it sliced right across his friends’ hearts. Taehyung squeezed his shoulder again and again, feeling every scrap of his pain. “Because we’re leaving, huh?”

“Yes.” Jimin swiped a hand over his reddened cheeks to dry the next silent wave of tears. “I asked him why do we have to end it like this. We can still talk and even meet in the future. I can come here on the weekends. I gave him so many solutions. But he didn’t change his mind.”

The other two remained mute. They waited for him to continue, letting the heavy silence travel through the room with only Jimin’s sniffles breaking it.

“I kept asking why,” Jimin sighed, tears now confined behind downcast eyes. “And eventually he told me about his life to make me realize we can’t be together.”

Bewildered agitation eddied in Taehyung’s gaze as he analyzed his words, striving to apprehend their meaning. “You don’t mean...” He noticed Jimin’s eyes crept up to rest on his face and realization struck him like a brick. “You know.”

“Apparently, you too.”

“What do you guys know?” Hoseok asked with an edge of obvious eagerness as his gaze ping-ponged between the two.

Jimin glanced at him, then redirected his focus to Taehyung again. “I’ll say it.”

Taehyung nibbled his bottom lip, uncertainty surfing across his darkened features. “They’ll be mad if they found out we talked...”

“I don’t care. Yoongi dumped me as if everything we lived was nothing. And it’s Hoseok hyung. He’s trusted.”

“Of course he is. But if Jay asks, you will tell him I didn’t say a word.”

Jimin huffed a wan snicker. “Why are you protecting him? He’s no better than Yoongi. He’ll dump you too.”

“Chim...” Hoseok murmured as he regarded the sullenness that ripped through Taehyung’s face at once.

Jimin lowered his head in instant remorse. “Sorry. I’m just upset.”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung uttered, smiling sadly through his wretchedness. “I know he will. I don’t expect him to ask me to stay or something.”

Hoseok gazed at the shared misery that was inscribed on their countenance with gloomy eyes. But his curiosity only festered by the second. “Guys, tell me. What do you know?”

Jimin inhaled slowly, and his shoulders drooped more with the breath that shuddered out of him. “They’re drug dealers.”

Hoseok’s brows flinched upwards and stood there in two high curves of shock as the revelation swirled through his senses. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yes,” Jimin said. “They have a business with drugs in Seoul.”

Hoseok expelled a staggered sound, still unable to soak up the news. “So they’re criminals.”

“It’s just a family business,” Jimin mumbled. “They sell marijuana pills. Nothing dangerous like cocaine.”

“It’s still illegal, Jimin,” Hoseok stressed on every word with a sudden spark of vexation. “I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation. They’re criminals. They probably handle guns. They deal with dangerous scumbags on a daily basis. How can you be so fucking cool about this? How can you still want them in your life?”

“I don’t know about Taehyung, but I’m in love,” Jimin shot back with the same ferocity, though a trace of desperation saddened his tone. “I don’t care about his job or who he is as long as he doesn’t hurt other people.”

“Your lives can get in danger next to them!” Hoseok hissed. “Thank God we’re leaving. Pack your things. Now.” He jolted out of his seat and stormed towards his luggage.

Taehyung observed with an ever-increasing wistfulness as Hoseok leveled out his luggage over the floor and started shoving his clothes inside. “Hyung. Has anybody ever chosen who to fall in love with?”

His bitterness-filled words floated in the charged atmosphere, slowing down Hoseok’s movements until he stood still with his back turned to him.

“Has anybody stopped being in love with someone just because it was wrong? Yes, you can constrain your feelings, but you can’t force them out, even if you’re not meant to be with that person. They’re not bad guys, hyung. They live a dangerous life, but they’re not a danger to us. They don’t want to let us in their life because they don’t want to put us in danger. And this says a lot.”

Hoseok sighed heavily as he dragged his feet back to the bed and plopped down next to them. “I get it. But either way, we’re leaving. You’ll forget them and we’ll continue living our lives.”

“It’s not that easy...” Jimin said in a muted tune. “I miss him already.”

“I know it won’t be easy. But that’s how life works. You forget with time.”

Taehyung’s gaze tumbled to the floor as agonizing thoughts flickered through his mind. Would he really be able to forget Jungkook with time? Would he stop missing him, asking for him, his touch, his kisses? In that moment, with the all-consuming despondency grinding through his chest, it didn’t seem possible.

And in that very moment, all he craved was to feel him close again. Pretending to be so nonchalant wouldn’t cushion the blow of his heartbreak, anyway. Nothing would.

In the blink of an eye, everything Taehyung strove to convince himself to do at the time of their parting crumbled. He wanted to cry for him, beg him to come with him or for Jungkook to let him stay, tell him how much he was in love with him. How desperate he was for him. And since he didn’t think he had the strength to vocalize all that, he opted to tell him with his actions.

Jimin and Hoseok flinched when their friend suddenly jumped to his feet, and they stared with creases of confusion as he snatched clothes from the closet. “What are you doing?” Jimin asked.

“I need to be with him,” Taehyung spluttered, his breath coming faster and faster, as if an unknown dread hunted him.

“Taehyung, we’re leaving in almost two hours!” Hoseok yelled, but then the door shut, and Taehyung disappeared.

Taehyung scuttled all the way to the private bathroom, each step shaky by the ferocious bangs of his heart against his ribcage. He flung the door open and locked it behind him. With the pouring water echoing in the room, he hung his clothes and undressed, then drew the folding door of the shower aside.

Jungkook shot his head up at the sound, though he didn’t rotate to face him. His sunken traits regained a tinge of life and his pulse brisked at the electrified quietness that ensued.

Taehyung’s eyes prowled on his wet back. His breath spewed even harsher from him as the forbidden words his brain conceived again pinwheeled all through his senses until they frenzied him. “I’m in love with you.”

The silence was deafening and bore down on them like a boulder. The weight of his confession froze time, even though Jungkook was already aware of his feelings. Even though Jungkook knew and didn’t care about them.

Taehyung edged closer. He felt a ton lighter with the forbidden words finally out there. “I’m in love. With you, Jungkook.” He set his palms on each of his shoulders and nestled the side of his head against his nape.

Jungkook swallowed. His body was as rigid as a wall and his poor heart writhed in devastation. “Why... Why are telling me this?”

“I had to tell you,” Taehyung whispered. “Even if you already knew it. I wanted you to hear it from me.”

“I didn’t want to hear it!” Suddenly, vile spikes of unreasonable rage punched Jungkook’s form that wrenched the nasty words out of him before he could stop them. He felt Taehyung jerk slightly, but even when the resonance of his voice vibrated in the limited space, he didn’t pull away. “Why the fuck are you doing this to me?”

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, that sparkled with a burning wetness in seconds, and clutched him tighter. “I’m sorry. But I’m in love with you.”

“Shut up, Taehyung. Just shut up.”

“Kiss me,” he begged. “Let me feel you.”

Jungkook’s body grew so tense it shook, his fists clenched roughly, his chest waving with strenuous pants. His need for him blazed as hot as sparks in his gut, but his inability to confess his feelings as well was what scorched his skin like dots of acid.

The pain unhinged every drop of his rationality, and he swiveled with a jolt, only to get a hold of his frame and push him against the cold wall. He dove in haste to capture his mouth — that damn mouth that hurled prohibited, absurd confessions and needy demands without a care in the world.

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“Why are you doing this to me, huh?” Jungkook devoured his lips fiercer, tongues fighting in a turbulent dual. He reached blindly with his left hand at the shampoo rack and felt for the small bottle of baby oil. He knocked down a bigger bottle in the process, but he paid no mind; he popped the oil open and drenched his fingers.

“Why the fuck?” he muttered against him and tilted his head into another ferocious kiss. His fingers slithered between his legs to rub over his sore hole, and he clawed at Taehyung’s thigh the moment he curled his leg around his waist.

Taehyung’s moans blasted through the shower from the very first touch of their lips, and they only seemed to increase in neediness and volume with the cruel slide of two long fingers into his hole. His repetitive question kept ringing in his already dopey senses, and it took him a while to realize he repeated it once more as he split him open relentlessly with his fingers.

“Why are you torturing me like this, hmm?” Jungkook rasped, eyes dark and boisterous, like a stormy sea, secured on him. He dug a third finger into his wrecked hole, too impatient and lost in the fierceness of his messed-up emotions to take it slow. “You’re supposed to be with your friends packing right now. Why the fuck are you here telling me you’re in love with me?”

Taehyung grimaced and hissed at the burning stretch, but he still rocked his hips against the brutal jabs of his fingers. “Because I am,” he choked out between gasping breaths, eyes glittering with an overwhelmed dampness. “I’m so in love with you, Jungkook. I don’t want to leave.”

A new tautness gripped at his features, hardening them impossibly. The pounding of his hand intensified so much he convulsed his whole body with each plunge. “What the fuck is wrong with you now? You barely seemed to care about leaving earlier.”

Taehyung tossed his head back as his teeth cruelly latched onto his lower lip with the speedy grinding of his fingers against his sensitive walls. “I told myself I won’t cry. I won’t beg for you. That I want to say goodbye with a smile on my face. But I can’t, Jungkook. I need you. I want you. I’m yours. I’m in love with you.”

The words bombarded Jungkook’s existence with prickles of pure suffering, which triggered an even bigger, horrid outrage in his core. Because he couldn’t say them back, couldn’t keep him here, couldn’t go with him, couldn’t let him into his life in no event. And it crushed him.

The muscles along his jaw contracted, and an aching sheen glazed his incensed eyes as he removed his fingers and slathered his dripping cock with oil. “You have no place here.” He grasped his thigh and lifted his leg, then guided his cock to his entrance. Deep furrows were engraved on his forehead as he delved into Taehyung’s heavy-lidded eyes that had given over to the anguish rampaging inside him. They were just two chocolate pools of sorrow, ladened with desperation and at the ready to spill an ocean of tears.

“You don’t belong here.” Jungkook eased his hips forward, burying his cock balls-deep in a smooth glide. He squirmed at the rapturous constriction around his length and slammed his palm against the wall to steady himself. “I don’t want you anywhere near my life.” He detected trickles of tears escape his harshly shut eyes and leaned to soothe them with tender kisses.

“You’re cruel,” Taehyung drawled as he clung onto his robust frame stronger. “But I’m still in love with you.”

“I know.” Jungkook dragged his lips to his other cheek and peppered it with affectionate kisses. “Nothing will change that, right? No matter what I say. No matter what I do. Right?”

“Yes.” Taehyung’s watery eyes unsealed. He snaked one hand into his hair and pulled just enough to bring his face a breath away from his. “I belong to you. I’m yours. Even if you don’t want to be mine.”

Jungkook gripped his other leg and wrenched it off the floor. He pressed him harder against the wall, clasping his thighs in a secure hold. “There’s nothing I want more right now, Taehyung.” Just as he perceived hopeful surprise bloom on his features, he edged away to the tip and rolled into his tight heat again. “Right now, I’m yours. Right now, I belong to you like you belong to me.”

Taehyung fastened both arms around his nape, his legs already circling his waist. His back rubbed achingly against the tiled wall with the rough pounding of his cock, but he loved it. He got drunk on the pain. It was exactly what he needed for his shattered heart. “And what about tomorrow?”

Low grunts buzzed in Jungkook’s throat endlessly as he impaled him on his cock with swift, precise thrusts, the grip on his thighs brutal enough to bruise them. “Tomorrow you’ll be gone. So it doesn’t fucking matter.”

“It matters,” Taehyung said. “All you have to do is ask me to stay. And I will.”

“No,” Jungkook growled in a low timbre, his jaw clenching with another burst of pained fury. His cock drilled his fluttering walls more rowdily, the swollen tip prodding his prostate at each rapid dive. “I don’t want you here.”

“You do. I can feel it in the way you’re fucking me. You want me. Like I want you.”

Jungkook pitched forward to shut his damn mouth with a raging kiss. He bounced him on his cock faster and rougher than any other time in a wordless confirmation of his breathless statement. Every part of his being grew hyper-aware of everything with the harrowing reminder that this was the last time he could fuck him, feel him writhe against him, kiss his voluptuous mouth, hold him, and simply exist in the same room as him.

He savored his hot, needy mouth and eager tongue that kept swirling and pressing against his own. He assimilated the feel of his tender, sinewy thighs under his palms that ached from the bruising hold on them. He relished his suave moans that thumped on his ears with such entrancement he was sure their echo would linger in them. He immersed himself in the way his delicious hole gripped his cock, clenching and twitching, sucking him in deeper.

He lapped up everything about him. Hoping to feel him for days, hoping it would assuage a dram of his agony when Taehyung would be miles away. Hoping and praying his remembrance and memories with him would keep him sane enough.

Taehyung’s cock flailed pathetically between their bodies with the unmerciful hammering of his hips, spurting small eruptions of precum. It slapped so heavenly against Jungkook’s abs and that alone was enough to fan the flames of his oncoming release.

His ecstasy crested unexpectedly, so blazing it overwhelmed him like no other time. Every inch of his skin tingled with the consuming conflagration, his heart rattled manically, and his body jolted, causing their mouths to disconnect.

Jungkook’s eyes, dazed with frenetic longing, centered in on him. They anatomized each sensational change of his breathtaking face as he came untouched, making a mess of their chests with his springing cum. “You’re pure heaven, baby,” he drawled as the rutting of his hips boosted in the chase of his own orgasm that loomed nearby at the ravishing sight. “You’re my heaven.”

Just the vocalization of these words made Jungkook’s stomach lurch. He was tilted by a sudden desire to say more. But the flame in his core snapped before he could do something he would regret.

He guzzled his mouth with a volcanic kiss and grunted lowly as he rolled his hips in jerky stabs, stuffing him full of his hot release. The tide slowed in pulsing wavelets and the fierce brush of their lips petered into gentle caresses as his body stilled.

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He ended the kiss sooner than he wanted and fused their foreheads instead, struggling to draw air into his lungs. His eyes split open with a notion of hesitation. Because the moment he loathed came. That heart-wrenching moment. The moment of separation.

Jungkook delicately lowered him until his feet touched the floor. Just as his hands retreated, they rushed to him again to hold him and steady him when Taehyung’s knees gave out. “It hurts, hmm?”

With his strength slowly returning to him, Taehyung slithered his hand away from his frame. “Not as much as my heart.”

The unforeseen words smacked Jungkook in the most brutal of ways, razing his already fragile heart to the ground. God, it was sheer torture. Parting from him. Never seeing him again. The thought destroyed him.

Jungkook maintained his sullen eyes on the floor. “Maybe I can’t do anything about that,” he said, his voice wafting with the same heaviness that ringed his being, “but I can do something for the other pain.”

Taehyung watched, unmoving and speechless, as Jungkook reached out for his hand and instructed him to turn around. His chest shuddered with a subdue gasp at the first stroke of rosebud lips on his aching back.

Jungkook salved the brute redness etched on his back with sugary, dragging kisses. His hands skimmed up and down his arms just as gently, as he mouthed at the sore muscles. He gradually sank to his knees and continued his journey of unhurried kisses on his round cheeks. After showering them with the same tenderness, he pulled them apart to reveal his wrecked, cum-filled, gaping hole.

He petted the swollen, scarlet ring of muscles with mollifying pecks, tasting his release that had oozed out. His aftercare was loving and slow, with no intent to enkindle. He cherished the throbbing hole with his mouth and relieved its soreness with fond, careful swipes of his tongue.

The sweetness and affection of Jungkook’s ministrations stirred a flurry of clashing emotions within his chest. And as his caring mouth slid up his figure again and then disappeared, only one of them climbed at the peak and overrode anything else.

Heartbreak. Numbing heartbreak convulsed inside him, leaping and surging all through his blood and bones. Because he had to leave now. And Jungkook wouldn’t stop him.

Jungkook wordlessly backed away under the pouring water. He regarded his frozen form with an unyielding fog of sadness in his eyes. He dipped to grab the scattered shampoo and squirted a decent amount in his palm. He scrubbed the liquid over his hair and massaged his skull thoroughly.

Even after he washed out the foam, Taehyung hadn’t moved an inch. He knew he was crying. And maybe that was why he couldn’t bring himself to tell him to turn around or join him. He couldn’t bear the sight. He began cleaning his body instead.

His eyes caught a slight twitch of his frame and plummeted to the floor. “When I was thirteen... my father had slapped the shit out of me one time. I had secretly taken his gun because he wouldn’t give it to me and I was curious about it. He caught me and threw slap after slap on my face until he knocked me down. That’s how I feel right now, Taehyung. Knowing that you’re crying. Knowing that I can do nothing to stop your tears.”

Taehyung raised a frail hand and swiped it across his soaked cheeks. His legs, vitiated by the plangent void in his gut, moved on their own and crawled closer. “What did he do afterwards?”

“He cried. He told me he was scared to death by what I did. Because I could have shot myself accidentally.”

“Why did he even have a loaded gun with a little kid in the house?”

Jungkook finished scrubbing himself and stepped under the water again, his eyes riveted on Taehyung’s lowered head. “He always kept a loaded gun locked in a drawer of his room in case someone attacked us. I found the key. And opened it. I know it was stupid of me.”

“Yeah. It was.”

Jungkook rinsed his body in the silence that spiraled around them. He extended his hand to get a hold of his and gently tugged him forward, uniting their chests. He cradled his cheeks, expelling a slow, heavy breath. He dabbed his lips on his forehead in a long kiss, closing his eyes at the touch.

He laid his overflowed with melancholy eyes on him. “Thank you. And I’m sorry.” He closed the space between them in one last tender merging of their mouths. It felt so bitter. The iron grip of devastation around his heart squashed it until it shredded it. Even existing was agonizing at that moment.

He didn’t know how he managed to fence in the torrent of tears pricking his chest as he drew away. He didn’t know how he didn’t break down at the sight of his cheeks getting drenched with a fast-flowing wetness. But maybe he knew. It was because he had to keep Taehyung safe. And he would only be safe away from him. Away from his life.

“Angel,” he whispered with a sudden unsteadiness in his voice. He paused. His voice was about to crack along with the bulwark of his self-restraint and sanity. “You were my heaven.”

He was barely able to watch for a few seconds the rill of tears pouring from his eyes quicken its gush as Taehyung’s face wrung with heartache. His vision clouded over with the first crevice on the said bulwark. His breath broke out of him in brisk, shallow pants at his exertion to lease his feelings.

He bolted out of the narrow space just as every shard of constraint slipped through his grasp and imploded devastatingly. He dressed with tears tumbling down his cheeks without end, too lost in his despondency to remember to dry his body first.

And he vanished, leaving Taehyung on his knees sobbing his shared heartbreak into his palms under the cold water.

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