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He could still feel the thin layers of sweat that trickled down his alabaster forehead and hot, fiery skin on skin.
He could still taste his sweet pink tongue against his own as he let go to take a quick breath.
He could still smell his fragrant cologne on the bedsheets that the elder had bought only because the brunette had said it smelled appealing.
He could still see his shadow crawl under the covers and snuggle with him tiredly, hoping not to disturb the younger despite the fact that he was already awake, after a bad day at work.
He could still hear his low, thick breathing surround his ears as it filled the damp air, encasing his body into sleep.
He could still feel his slender fingers move strands of hair dampened with water out of his brown eyes, and still see the smile that laced its way through the cracks of his lips, and taste the wind in the cool air, and smell the flowers that surrounded them, and hear his happy giggles as he cracked a painfully bad joke.
Taehyung could still be with Hoseok in every single way, except the most important one. He couldn’t be with him at all. Not since that night, that night when everything seemed to crash and burn, and would never get better.
That horrible night when Hoseok had turned to him with tears in his big eyes, and swallowed thickly, before telling the brunette that he had found someone else.
Someone else, Taehyung had thought. Someone else, with a prettier face, someone else, with more talents, someone else, with more in common, someone else.
It had been two months and twenty-seven days, yet Taehyung still forced himself to listen to the voice in his head that kept telling him he was never good enough and why, oh why did he ever try?
He wanted to die, he wanted to cease to exist, he wanted the light that was his heart to be extinguished in the dark hole of a world around him.
Sighing, he fell asleep in a bed that was never his, it was always theirs, and woke up to the cold space next to him, no longer full and now completely empty.