toakok
Crystal Cross Taehyung never explained anything. He did not say why his color went out when someone closed a strong door, or why he slept with his shoes on or checked his backpack a thousand times. Jungkook just watched, putting together loose pieces of a puzzle that no one gave him completely. The cross appeared later. Small, shiny, always hanging around his neck. He touched it as if he were praying, he opened it secretly. Jungkook discovered it one night: he saw how he took out a pill trembling, with moist eyes, swallowing it as if the world depended on it. He never confessed it. Neither his drugs, nor his fears, nor the confinement from which he had emerged. He just hugged that cross as if it were the only thing keeping him sane. And Jungkook never asked. He just understood. To love him was to stay, even without knowing into which abyss he was falling.
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Crystal Cross Taehyung never explained anything. He did not say why his color went out when someone closed a strong door, or why he slept with his shoes on or checked his backpack a thousand times. Jungkook just watched, putting together loose pieces of a puzzle that no one gave him completely. The cross appeared later. Small, shiny, always ha...Read more