Unapproachable Wishes

                                    

                                          
Taehyung sat in the cafe with Hoseok, talking about the changes which Hoseok wanted to bring in the decoration and current setup of the cafe. They talked over the phone in the morning to which Taehyung unbotherly replied that there was no need of that. It was completely fine. It didn't require any changes to be brought. But, Hoseok was adamant to meet and discuss it. 

" See, we have got to change the color and furniture. Get it replaced by something more ' Modest and Serene' " 
Taehyung nodded, unperturbed. His eyes kept themselves immersed at the table, fingertips curled around the spoon and moving it in circles in the tea. 
He wasn't interested. There was no point of having that conversation at all. It was Jin's property. They didn't own the right to change anything in it. He was someday going to come back. It was more better to hand him over his place, in the same condition as he left. 

" Taehyung. " Hoseok called out, " Am talking something. " 

Hoseok finally got his attention. Taehyung leaned on his elbows, watching him, " There's nothing to change. The deals are going fine. People like the environment as it is now. For what I think, " Taehyung spoke up, voice throaty and deep. " ...this place meant more than just a cafe to him. It wasn't just a place from where he earned his livelihood. I felt it when he requested me to become the manager. So, its better if we take care of things as they are now. Instead of changing them. " 


Hoseok remained quiet. The excitement wrapped over his eyes got exchanged by something intense. He looked as if he was taken aback. And he was surely taken aback. 
Staring Taehyung he nodded his head, nonchalantly. " Namjoon. " He voiced out, eyes getting fastened on the table. " He bought this cafe from the owner for him. " He smiled, delighted at the memory, " Because he loved being there and told Namjoon that it was his dream to dance with him behind closed doors, in dim light, in there. And they danced. On his birthday. " 


Taehyung never listened to Hoseoks words with this scrutiny and engrossment. Namjoon. Jungkook’s brother. 
His heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jungkook in his thoughts. A sudden mellowness and snugness, overtook his figure and his heart enveloping his soul and every single thing in between in its thick blanket. 
𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬
God. Its been four days since he left. He left and never came back. 
Why was he even going to come back? He wasn't. Ever. He just came because his girlfrie- fiance wasn't there. But now, she was. Then why would he even need him? 

He won't need him anymore. Taehyung knew. But how could he stop his stupid, stupid as fuck heart not to relate every single thing to him? 
He didn't acknowledge when it ever happened, that he grew fond of Jungkook’s room instead of his. He spent his most of the time in Jungkook’s room, reading books placed in different shelves sitting hidden in his blanket on the top of the bed where they fucked, wandering in his closet, smelling his clothes, watching the infinite number of rows of branded clocks, shoes and ....ties. 

Ties. 
He had that tie placed in the special drawer of his room. The tie which Jungkook took off of him and wore him, giving the excuse that it had Jimin's scent. 

Jimin's scent. 

It wasn't anymore his scent. Smelling Jungkook’s clothes didn't remind of Jimin. It didn't. Each and every corner of his mind got dominated by Jungkook's name whenever he smelt it. His own heart didn't acknowledge that scent as Jimin's. It was Jungkook’s. Just Jungkook’s.