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man I hate twitter fml
So a taekookau where born in the house of the rich, Kim Taehyung is the heir to the throne. The son of the stars.
The one who is capable of seeing as well as rewriting the routes of one's destiny.
On the other hand, is Jeongguk.
Born on the rough side of the town, he was raised in the face of disaster.
Independent. Fearless.
Creator of his own fate, he doesn't believe in destiny. Or the stars. Or whatever goes by the name of Kim Taehyung.
What happens when their stars collide?
"I think I've seen this film before", Taehyung says as his eyes remain glued to the T.V screen. It's almost robotic, his expressions. Or maybe no expressions at all. The lack of it.
"I didn't like the ending", he completes.
They're seated on the same couch, almost pressed. Jeongguk remembers how often he complained about it being too small. That they should consider buying a new one as soon as they could afford. Taehyung, his roommate turned boyfriend had retorted back then, saying it's cozy. That he loves the warmth of them being pressed together, it was comfortable.
Jeongguk smiles at the memory but it soon fades, as the irony strikes him.
They're seated on the same couch again this time, right by each other's side.
But this time, it feels too big. The space between them too large.
And a thousand thoughts fleet through his mind at that realisation. Thinks if Taehyung's having the same thoughts now.
They were always good at it. The silent understanding. It was their thing.
"Yeah", Jeongguk turns. Suddenly having this need to, so he does just to find the other staring right back. As flawless as ever, bathed by the lights from the T.V screen on his features.
And he has the audacity to smile. A faint curve of his lips, the kind of smile which is apologetic. And it's then that he knows, Taehyung feels it too.
So Jeongguk smiles too. At least tries to return the same one but he doubts if it passes the criteria. Doesn't think it does. And it's okay. Taehyung knows too.
"Me neither."
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Dk what it was but it was a rather vague scene I had in my mind for sometime now, everytime I listened to Exile by Taylor Swift.
So yeah, loosely inspired you can say lol.