idée fixe

Description

❝idee fixe❞
an idea or desire that dominates the mind; an obsession.

 

cross posted on wattpad

 

Foreword

 

kim taehyung and jeon jeongguk's relationship isn't perfect. it was far from flawless, but it was, at least, doting.

 

 

 

magical. heartening.

 

 

 

they managed to keep their relationship to the world, for jeongguk's father doesn't support the fact that his son prefers guys at all. almost certainly not just an ordinary part-time working student like taehyung, for jeongguk is born with golden spoons, a man with an air of deference,  and is bound to be the heir of HoC. his son is everything that guy was not.

 

 

 

yet jeongguk is brave. and maybe taehyung isn't.

 

 

 

or maybe taehyung understands, and jeongguk doesn't.

 

 

 

they're just not the one for each other, it was already much obvious. jeongguk is on one side of the world while taehyung is on the other, and the older has seen too many failed relationships come and go in 22 years to know where they're heading.

 

 

 

"let's break up."

 

 

 

"i just- can't do this anymore."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

taehyung had no intentions of being found.

 

 

 

he was so used to hiding he already mastered it. (or so he thought.)  

 

 

 

it has been two years. two years of living in a small village in hokkaido, leaving his pretty penny apartment in seoul. two years of watching over a small cafe and earning just enough to pay all the bills, and two years apart from (his) jeon jeongguk.

 

 

 

two years. 

 

 

 

a lot must've happened and jeongguk might've moved on. he's a young man with all the time and money in the world, he might've been living to the fullest in europe, or maybe having some quality time with a new partner somewhere. taehyung wouldn't know. taehyung doesn't want to know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

soft clinks of a glass windchime, and taehyung is ready to take orders and make pancakes or maybe serve a cup of hot brewed coffee.

 

 

 

that day, jeongguk stood on the other side of the counter, with that small tug on his lips, still warm and promising. there still was the yearning to run and melt on those strong arms, whisper the words you took too long, wrap his arms around him and  bury his face on the crook of his neck. 

 

 

 

 

only taehyung wears a ring on his left hand, and a little boy sleeping on his bed.

 

 

 

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julyjuly #1
Already falling in love with this fic