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Days passed by as the sun washed down onto the grained earth every night and returned each morning. For everyone, time went on, their lives went on, their nights went on.

Jeongguk found himself at a sudden stop. The past months had been meadows of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, and now it was withering trees and dead leaves on the ground- and all he could do was cry.

Pathetic, he thought to himself. He was pathetic. Pathetic, running after a man who never loved him. Pathetic, running after a man who was married. Pathetic, running after a man whose wife was pregnant. Pathetic, being a man who was married. Pathetic, being a man.

Jeongguk peered into the road in front of him. It looked like an abyss to nowhere. Why was he here?

Jeongguk saw a few men walking past him, upholding an image, a tier to society, and letting it crumble when they faded between cracks of walls and cement. Jeongguk followed, looking for bliss.

It's like all his wife he'd been empty. He'd been unknowing of himself, at a constant state of confusion. Nothing ever felt right. Nothing ever felt quite satisfactory. It felt as if his entire life, he'd been living a lie. Until, until he met with the blazing fire.

The blazing fire which enveloped him with warmth in the coldest days, showed him light and made him recognize and accept his own shadow- that same fire now burnt his skin and left him in ashes.

But Jeongguk could never stop reaching for that warmth, that fire, that security, that happiness.

Jeongguk walked forward, down the pathway, and then stopped short in his steps. He saw the small door, behind it which lay a world unknown to the society of London. Jeongguk stepped towards it. The man standing in front of the door, guarding it, looked at him with speculation.

"Why're you here?" The man asked, interrogatingly.

"I-I wish to go inside. I didn't think I had to bring identification of sorts." Jeongguk said softly.

The man eyed him for a few seconds and then opened the door. "Don't cause trouble."

"Understood, sir." Jeongguk nodded and then walked into the large hallway. A dark, empty hallway. His pace increased, until he reached the door and pushed it open, and felt a breath leave his lips.

Lively music filled the room, laughter and dancing overcame it. Smoke leaving cigars huddled to the ceiling, and Jeongguk made his way through the smoke, a little tinge of happiness in his heart upon seeing all these men, laughing with one another, open, smiling. Some kisses, some hugged, some just basked in each other's company.

Jeongguk reached the bar. The bartender looked at him and then grinned. "I remember you. You were with that handsome blonde man, weren't you?"

"Yes sir," Jeongguk said faintly. The man smiled. "Would you like something to drink?" Jeongguk nodded at the question.

"W-whatever you serve here. I'm not too sure-" Jeongguk began, but the man handed him a cocktail. Jeongguk gave him a small smile and turned around, seeing two boys sitting around a small table, talking to each other. They looked too young, about 16.

"Ah, they're kids." The bartender said, leaning against the bar table. "We don't allow children. But the boys found the bar on their own, pleaded us to let them in. Couldn't say no to that. I reckon they're in love, don't you?" The bartender chuckled.

Jeongguk looked at the boys. One was smaller, wide-eyed, apprehensive in his nature, shy. He had tousled light brown hair. The other boy was taller, black-haired, smiling at him and holding his hand. The black haired one whispered things to the smaller, soft, and the smaller boy smiled gingerly and blushed.

"Young love," Jeongguk let out, eyes twinkling. "What a beautiful thing," Jeongguk whispered, a husk in his tone which could only resemble envy. Envy that he never got to have such a beautiful thing, and he probably never will.

"Doubt it. They'll probably get married soon. Forget about each other. Have children. Meet in 20 years and pretend they were never in love. That's just how life is for us." The bartender murmured, and Jeongguk stilled.

"Live, tonight! Champagne Gloss!" A man announced loudly, and the lights dimmed and everyone quietened. The spotlight fell on the stage.

Jeongguk felt entranced as Yoongi, Jeongguk remembers, walked onto the stage, in a signature black short dress, hair short and black as well, makeup sharp, eyes overly  painted on. He moved in a sensual way, but it was almost mockingly portraying women in cinema. Jeongguk laughed.

Yoongi mouthed along to the words of the song, and Jeongguk noticed how his red lips didn't curve to a smile even once, which came off an intimidating. He lipsynced the whole song, emotional and gripping onto the pole in the middle, even swinging around it lightly, making the audience cheer.

In the end, the song came to a finish, and Yoongi smiled to the audience. Jeongguk saw in his eyes. He loved what he did.

Yoongi then turned around and walked off stage while the audience clapped. Jeongguk, with his drink in his hand, walked behind the stage to find him. Jeongguk found his changing room as he had last time. He knocked on the door.

"I'm not in the mood for meeting anyone. Go away." Yoongi said sternly in his deeper, low voice. Jeongguk's hands curled to a fist hesitantly.

"It's m-me, um- Jeongguk. That boy you met with Taehyung?" Jeongguk tried, heart racing, nervous. There were a few seconds of pause, and then the door swung open.

"Ah, it's you." Yoongi chuckled. His hair was gone, wig lying on the table nearby, and his natural black hair was curled and slightly damp against his forehead instead. "I remember you, of course."

"That's splendid. I-I just came to meet you I'm- I'm sorry if this was out of the blue. I just didn't know-" Jeongguk began, and Yoongi frowned.

"Are you alright?" Yoongi asked, and then grabbed Jeongguk by the elbow and brought him inside the room. Yoongi closed the door behind him. Jeongguk stood there for a few seconds and shook his head.

"I-it's Taehyung. He broke things off with me. His wife's pregnant." Jeongguk said scarcely. He hadn't said those words aloud to anyone but himself.

"He was married?" Yoongi asked, eyes going wide. "Gosh. That would've been good to know before I snogged him in the bathroom two years ago," Yoongi scoffed.

Jeongguk's eyes were big. "Y-you what?"

"I apologize, that wasn't appropriate. Sit down." Yoongi said, and Jeongguk nodded and saw a little brown sofa on the side. He sat down, and Yoongi walked up to him and sat down beside him. "Tell me what happened,"

"Taehyung. We were together for three months. Yeah, we were married when we met, but-" Jeongguk began, but Yoongi chuckled.

"You couldn't help it. You were never in love with your wife. You found him alluring." Yoongi said factually. "What happened after?"

Jeongguk looked a bit confused but continued nonetheless. "At the beginning, it was just for sex. Taehyung told me, he just wanted it for sex. I agreed to it at first but-but I-"

"You fell in love." Yoongi sighed, leaning against the couch. Jeongguk looked at him. "H-how did you know?"

"We've all been there, Jeongguk." Yoongi laughed, and Jeongguk felt even more puzzled. Yoongi sat up and looked at him, smiling softly. "Oh, sweet thing. Let me tell you something." Yoongi said softly, putting his hand on Jeongguk's knee.

"You see all those men in there?" Yoongi said, gesturing to outside the room, where noises of laughter and chatter came. "I can promise you, almost every single one of them has fallen in love with a man they simply cannot have."

Jeongguk froze. "W-why?" Jeongguk parched.

"There's no reason. Love is... what it is. It's natural. Your story, of being married, yet falling for another married man, and then having sex, and hiding from your wives- everyone's done that!" Yoongi chuckled. "That's just how it is for us."

Jeongguk shook his head. "You don't u-understand. Taehyung- he- he said he felt that for me as well." Jeongguk explained, looking at him closely. "Taehyung told me he wanted me for more than just sex. He- he said he was falling for me."

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed. Jeongguk looked down, retracting. "He took me to France. He made love to me. He cried when I wanted to leave for my wife. He-" Jeongguk felt tears growing in his eyes and tried his hardest to take them back, to not cry in front of someone he didn't know all that well.

"It's alright," Yoongi whispered, patting his knee. "You can cry. I understand."

Jeongguk opened his eyes and his vision blurred. "I-I took care of him." Jeongguk squeaked, playing with his fingers. "H-he used to get anxious, and c-call me up at dawn. I r-reassured him. He u-used to call me beautiful, his- his darling. H-he gave me this." Jeongguk sniffled, holding the diamond of his necklace between his fingertips.

"Jeongguk," Yoongi said in the softest of voice. Jeongguk looked at him, eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Come here." Yoongi said gently, and Jeongguk was unsure for a second, but then Yoongi grabbed him and tugged him to himself, sitting Jeongguk down on his lap.

"N-no, it-it's fine, I'll-" Jeongguk began, but then felt Yoongi's arm go around him, and whisper; "Shush, it's alright. It's alright, you can cry. You can let it out."

Jeongguk sank his teeth into his bottom lip and burst into tears, covering his face with his hands. Yoongi made small circles on his back. Jeongguk continued crying into his hands.

"I-I'm sorry," Jeongguk said, shaking his head, cheeks damp with tear tracks. "I sh-shouldn't burden you with-"

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Yoongi said, his voice sending tingles down Jeongguk's spine. "You're alright. It hurts. I know how you feel. I've too fallen for men who've left me because they fear the world around us."

Jeongguk looked at him sniffling. Yoongi smiled up at him, and then pinched his cheek. "You know, I think you'd make a beautiful woman."

Jeongguk bit his lip. "Y-you think so?" Jeongguk giggled. "Why of course. A little bit of makeup, some nice hair, a nice skirt," Yoongi went on, and Jeongguk blushed. "You'd be beautiful."

"T-that doesn't sound... all that bad," Jeongguk whispered, and Yoongi chuckled and then nudged Jeongguk to stand up. Jeongguk did so, and Yoongi put his hands on Jeongguk's waist and guided him towards his own dressing table, sitting him down, making him face the mirror.

"Look at yourself," Yoongi whispered, looming behind Jeongguk, smiling, tender. "You're beautiful, doll," Yoongi said, and Jeongguk blushed, eyes going sparkly. "Don't let some rotten man tell you otherwise."

Jeongguk nodded, giving Yoongi a small smile through the mirror.

Jeongguk went there every night for the next week.

It made him feel lighter, better, proud. Jeongguk got to know everyone there much better. The bartender, a delightfully lovely gay man named Mark. Jeongguk had bonded closer to Yoongi, watching all his performances and then talking to him in his green room afterward.

On an early Saturday morning, Jeongguk was finished with work and his revision for law school- and like every day for the past week, ready to go to the secretive club to spend the rest of the day. Jeongguk wore a white top and trousers, wanting to look plain as usual. He couldn't help but dab on the slightest bit of rouge on his cheeks, however.

Jeongguk walked out of his house, humming a song Yoongi was performing the night before under his breath. Jeongguk walked down the pavement, a skip in his step. Jeongguk continued walking down the busy shopping street. The club was quite far away, but Jeongguk didn't mind the long walk.

While walking down the aisles of stores and such, he saw a beautiful pink dress on a mannequin. He eyed it with a bitten lip, and then shook his head gently and continued walking. But when he turned, he felt his body stop.

It was as if fate was making Taehyung appear in every corner, wasn't it?"

Taehyung stood there, looking into a store's window. Except for this time, Veronica was with him. Jeongguk could see them, they couldn't see him. He could make out those wide shoulders and blonde hair from a mile away.

It was a children's boutique, one of those expensive ones which sold little frilly dresses and shirt and trousers for babies. Taehyung pointed at the frilly dresses, and Jeongguk saw as Veronica  smacked his shoulder lightly.

Jeongguk tensed when he saw Taehyung laugh and wrap his arms around her waist. She tipped her head back and laughed as Taehyung dragged her towards the store. She stopped him halfway and glared up at him. He pouted a bit and then whispered something to her. She smiled gingerly and reached up to peck his lips. She said something back and went into the store alone.

Jeongguk felt his stomach wracking, his heart squeezing itself in the entirety of it. Why did he keep watching? Why couldn't he ever look away?

But, to his surprise, the moment Veronica went into the store, Taehyung's whole posture fell, and he turned around, facing the other way from the store. He took out a cigarette, lighting it with a needy speed Jeongguk had never noticed before. He looked expressionless, flat, the joyous one he had with Veronica now gone.

Jeongguk then realized this was the shopping place where Taehyung kissed him so chastely for the first time. At the time, Jeongguk thought he was horrid, mad, a lunatic. Oh, how everything's changed.

Jeongguk ignored him, went back on his way.

Jeongguk reached the bar, and this time the man with the glasses at the front let him in with a smile. Jeongguk walked into the dimly lit wooden paneled bar and saw Yoongi sitting by the bar. Jeongguk rushed over to him.

"Yoongi," Jeongguk greeted, and the man looked up. Today, Yoongi had no makeup on, no womanly clothes, nothing of the sort. He wore a coat, trousers, a shirt, and his hair was his natural black, soft hair. "You're yourself today."

"I'm always myself, doll. Sometimes I just... play dress up." Yoongi winked, grinning. "But yes, I don't perform tonight. We have another queen performing on the stage tonight."

"Really?" Jeongguk asked, smiling. "Are there many queens around here? Who's tonight?"

"You'll find out. Come with me to my dressing room, sweetheart. I need to get my take off my coat, it's rather heated in here." Yoongi chuckled, getting up. Jeongguk followed, nodding.

Jeongguk walked into his dressing room. Yoongi went into the other side to keep his coat, and then the man who owned the club came to discuss something with Yoongi, so Yoongi stepped outside momentarily. Jeongguk was alone in the room.

Jeongguk hummed to himself, spinning around, looking at the small dressing room. It had white chipped walls, carpeted floors, and makeup spilled over the dressing table. Jeongguk walked up to the table. He had no clue there were so many different things for makeup.

Jeongguk looked at himself in the mirror. You're beautiful, my baby- Jeongguk flinched upon that voice reoccurring in his head, a deep voice belonging to Taehyung.

Jeongguk sat down on Yoongi's chair and saw some clip-on pearl earrings. Jeongguk smiled to himself, clipping them onto his earlobes. He giggled, shaking his head a bit from side to side, seeing the pearls dangling. Jeongguk then grabbed an odd metallic thing.

Jeongguk reached it up to his eyelashes and then wondered to himself. Were these for his eyebrows? Or-

"It's for your eyelashes, love," Yoongi said suddenly, and Jeongguk dropped the eyelash curler in an instant, turning his head. He gulped.

"O-oh. I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have gone through your things. I was just-" Jeongguk began frantically, but Yoongi walked up to the boy and turned him to face the mirror. Yoongi smiled.

"Look how gorgeous you look with those earrings," Yoongi tsked. "I can only imagine what you'd look like in more. A necklace, makeup, a beautiful dress-"

"W-what are you-" Jeongguk began, going red. "No. I-I don't have any sort of desire to look like how you do. I think it's marvelous what you do but-but I can't- I-" Jeongguk began, and then Yoongi lifted his chin up.

"Doll," Yoongi whispered, and Jeongguk gulped. "If you didn't want to, then you wouldn't be looking so yearningly every time,"

Jeongguk's mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked down, playing with his fingers. "I-It'd be odd."

"No, it wouldn't. Who would judge you here?" Yoongi asked.

Jeongguk hesitated for a few seconds and then urged up once more. "I-I wouldn't fit into your clo-"

"You would. Your waist is smaller than mine, love." Yoongi snickered, and Jeongguk looked up at him.

"Yoongi, I-I don't know about-" Jeongguk began, but then Yoongi tsked, standing up properly.

"Love, you can say no if you want. But I know you want it, you know you want it. I'll make you look beautiful, you know I will." Yoongi whispered, patting his cheek.

Jeongguk's heart thudded against his chest for a long time, but then he nodded. "A-alright." He whispered, and a small speckled smile spread across his face. "I-I want you to."

"There's my girl," Yoongi said with a smirk, turning Jeongguk around to face the mirror. Jeongguk giggled.

No, no Jeongguk didn't want to be a woman. He didn't want to be Rosie, he wanted to be like Rosie. He wanted to be beautiful, he wanted to wear dresses and makeup and maybe even a wig- but he was still a man. That wouldn't go away. He'd just be a beautiful, dolled up man. He doesn't mind that.

Yoongi began. He did Jeongguk's makeup. Yoongi did something odd to his eyebrows and then drew on thinner ones. Jeongguk looked odd. Yoongi put some sort of lighter compact all over his skin, and then darker on his cheekbones and jawline and nose. Yoongi did his eye makeup, a pretty pink and yellow. Yoongi gave him bold, pink lip color, and finally, a little beauty spot on his cheek.

He then got short, curled black hair and somehow placed it onto Jeongguk's head. Jeongguk had his eyes widened at his reflection now. Jeongguk looked... beautiful. Not that he's not always beautiful, but in a different way. He enjoyed it immensely.

Yoongi found a pink poodle dress. Jeongguk shook his head vehemently, but Yoongi kept coaxing him, and Jeongguk finally gave in, biting his lip because he actually really wanted to wear it. So he did.

Jeongguk looked at himself in the mirror. He had long, curled black hair, falling till his shoulders. His eyes looked bigger than usual, the makeup making him look rounder. He looked womanly, and the dress was... something else. Jeongguk loved it so fucking much. He loved the way it tightened around his waist and then flared around. He loved how it lifted and twirled when he spun around.He loved how it made him look.

"Fucking hell," Yoongi grunted, looking at Jeongguk. "You look far more beautiful than me. What have I done."

"Thank you," Jeongguk giggled, his cheeks rosy pink. "I-I find myself rather eliciting."

"Eliciting? You look like a real woman! I really outdid myself," Yoongi tsked, folding his arms. "It's not my fault you've got such a baby's face."

Yoongi took a camera and clicked some pictures of Jeongguk, to which the boy giggled shyly and hid his face. Afterward, Yoongi clutched his wrist.

"Now now, you need a name." Yoongi tutted, and then hummed, stroking his chin. "What could it be... perhaps something more dainty. Here's what I think- Nicola Champagne."

"Why's my last name have to be Champagne?" Jeongguk frowned. Yoongi scoffed. "Because I am your mother, Jeongguk. Now think. I'm thinking- Cecilia Cham-"

"Moonflower," Jeongguk said suddenly, looking at himself in the mirror. He still wore his diamond necklace and fondled it with his fingers. Jeongguk let out a soft smile. "I-I want to be named Moonflower."

"Moonflower? That's... different. Elegant, too. I guess it's a little long, but you could be one of those queens with a singular name! Moonflower it is," Yoongi clapped his hands towards, and Jeongguk smiled looking at him.

"Now, Moonflower. You can't keep the audience waiting, can you?" Yoongi asked, and Jeongguk stilled. His eyes blew up.

"What??" Jeongguk yelped, stepping away. "I-I can't- I don't know anything! I can't perform, Yoongi!"

"Why not? It'll be nice. You'll be different. You'll-" Yoongi began, but Jeongguk shook his head, turning away.

"N-no, please. I c-can't let anyone see me like t-this. I'm sorry. I'm not ready for it- I-I doubt I'll ever be." Jeongguk squeaked fearfully. Yoongi paused.

"O-oh. That's- that's alright, sweetheart. I won't force you. That's alright. You can just be my pretty thing." Yoongi said, and Jeongguk sighed, his anxious thoughts washing away. Yoongi walked over to Jeongguk and kissed his forehead. "Moonflower."

"That's me," Jeongguk whispered back, and then looked at his reflection once more. Moonflower.

5 days later, Jeongguk found himself at peace.

Maybe there was a chance to move on and find happiness in his life.

He thought he'd be alright. He thought, the week and the one before, everything had been going so beautifully, so splendidly, so smoothly, so shapely, because Taehyung wasn't there.

In fact, Taehyung going away helped Jeongguk.

Jeongguk was at his desk in the law firm, doodling himself in his dress and black rolled up hair on a little piece of paper. Moonflower, he wrote above it. Jeongguk smiled at his drawing and then felt a thump on his desk.

"Meeting with Mr. Adams."

"He's at lunch right now, sir-" Jeongguk began, bringing his head up. The moment he did, his shoulders sank. "Taehyung?"

Taehyung looked at him, dressed luxuriously in a maroon suit, blonde hair slicked back. Taehyung looked away. "I'm here to meet Mr. Adams. The woman downstairs said I had to get through his assistant first."

Jeongguk looked away. "Well then. Mr. Adams is at lunch." Jeongguk humphed, legs and arms crossed. Taehyung rose his eyebrow. He scoffed.

"I have a very busy schedule, Jeongguk. I took out time out of my own day to be here, to- to meet Mr. Adams for the settlement. So if you could just be professional for a minute and tell Mr. Adams to finish his goddamn lunch and meet me here." Taehyung snapped.

Jeongguk paused and looked at him. Jeongguk ducked his head down, looking through some papers. Jeongguk saw the schedule. "Your name isn't written her anywhere."

Taehyung looked irked, and then eyed his thick watch clad to his wrist for a second, and then back up at Jeongguk. "My assistant called last week for this."

Jeongguk nodded. "She-she said the meeting was set for next Thursday-"

"Why would it be for next Thursday when the settlement is supposed to be given in by tonight?" Taehyung snapped, eyebrows furrowed, eyes darkened.

Jeongguk kept quiet for a few seconds, and then looked up. "You haven't gotten sleep."

Taehyung looked taken aback by this sudden statement but kept his posture very steady. "What?"

"You," Jeongguk said, looking up at him from where he was seated behind the desk. "You haven't slept properly in a week or so, have you?" Jeongguk asked softly.

Taehyung was grounded for a few seconds, not speaking, no words leaving his mouth. Jeongguk nodded. "Your hands are shaking, Taehyung."

"Jeongguk," Taehyung put his hands down, into his pocket. "Will you just call Mr. Adams for the goddamn-"

"You're rude to everyone who works at a level beneath you." Jeongguk voiced, looking down. "Don't talk to me in such a way. I don't appreciate it." Jeongguk said, stern. Maybe he'd been around Yoongi too long.

Taehyung didn't know how to respond. Jeongguk looked back at him. "You've been taking your medicine for anxiety again, haven't you? You could never sleep well after taking those, Taehyung. Your hands always trembled after-"

"Jeongguk," Taehyung said lowly. "Stop talking."

"I reckon it's because of the pregnancy, isn't it?" Jeongguk asked, blunt. Felt a need in himself to hurt Taehyung through his words. "Veronica shouldn't be taking much stress, gosh, no. That can't be quite right for the baby. I assume you've been doing more work than usual, then. And, of course, the fact that you don't really want the child at all is settling in, isn't it? Oh, and the guilt and regret you must have because you left me for her and the child and-"

"Shut the fuck up," Taehyung growled, and Jeongguk flinched at his voice. Jeongguk looked at him timorously and then saw Taehyung's eyes wide, his expression weak.

"I don't-" Taehyung began shakily. "I don't regret leaving you."

"Of course you do," Jeongguk whispered, trying not to let Taehyung's words affect him. "You regret every minute of it. You wish you never left me. You wish you could fuck me again. You wish you never fucked Veronica and came inside of her-"

"Jeongguk," Taehyung looked aghast. "What's the matter with you?" Taehyung asked, strained.

Jeongguk got up from his seat, walking closer to Taehyung. "My matter," Jeongguk began softly. "Is that you didn't think for a goddamn second before leaving me, as if I was nothing but dirty under your shoe-"

"I was being realistic. If you can't handle the real world, then don't blame me for it." Taehyung muttered and then turned to walk back out of the building. Jeongguk laughed, turning around.

"Realistic?" Jeongguk breathed out. "Taehyung, what happened to you?" Jeongguk asked. Taehyung stopped in his steps.

"Weren't you the one that told me to chase my vices, make them my virtues? To grasp onto my hopes and dreams and speak them into existence? Weren't you the one who started a fucking relationship with a man?!" Jeongguk said, his words quiet, but cutting like a knife.

Taehyung faced Jeongguk with his back. He didn't say anything, but Jeongguk could tell what he was thinking. So Jeongguk voiced it aloud. Jeongguk walked ahead of him to look at him and then eyed his eyes, which were facing down. "Kim Taehyung- you are nothing but a failure of the man you tried to be," Jeongguk whispered.

Taehyung tensed. "You're a liar, you're weak, you're pathetic, Taehyung," Jeongguk let out, his own heart clenching at his words. "You created a facade. Pretended to be this confident, alluring, outspoken young man when you are no different than every other man there is," Jeongguk said, shaking his head.

Taehyung looked at him, and his eyes were full of tears. "I-I know." Taehyung let out, a weak whisper.

"You know." Jeongguk nodded, his own eyes near to letting his love for the man flood out tears. "Then you know what the truth is," Jeongguk added. "B-because, the truth is, Taehyung- that I was wrong. I was wrong when I met you that day. What I said. That you'd be fine, and I'd never be. It-it's really the other way around, isn't it?"

"I'll divorce Rosie. I'll find another man, one who's willing to love me and cherish me. I'll do what I love. I'll move on," Jeongguk gritted. "But you?" Jeongguk chuckled weakly. "You, Taehyung? You'll be stuck in a marriage with a woman you don't love, with a child you never wanted, still in love with a man who you'll never have."

Taehyung let out a gasp of breath, and then Jeongguk saw the tears rolling down his face. Taehyung walked past him, their shoulders nudging, and walked out of the building as quickly as he could.

Jeongguk turned around to look at him, his own eyes gleaming with tears. Taehyung was shaking, and Jeongguk knew the man might spiral into another anxious attack, with how vulnerable and pained he looked from Jeongguk's words.

Because Jeongguk was right.

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