29 December 2013

"I want to be a flower that blooms on someone's back."

11:43PM

With eyes dusted by the remnants of sleep, and his head topped by a disarray of colors, Taehyung looks into the mirror with both excitement and uneasiness. He had been waiting for this for years; his entire life lay on a thin sheet of fate that will lead him where he wants to be, or the other way around. To be a pistil or stamen—he honestly believes that he's going to be the one who plants seeds and let the flowers bloom, and because of that belief, he'd prepared himself well.

11:46PM

Three years of being stagnant; three years of searching.

Jin finds himself rolling around the sea of sheets, each wave and ripple created by the movement of his limbs—he couldn't find the will to sleep. It has been three years since he had come of age; his eyes had become brighter, alabaster skin shone under the sun, cherry lips plump and tender. his entire body became more virile—he'd bloomed like a beautiful flower in the middle  of drought. People around him quickly noticed these changes, acknowledging—and even treating him better.

There was something lacking. Although inside him, a flower that wants to imprint itself on someone's body, Jin felt empty—he didn't feel any motivation, at all. Yes, he was curious. "What kind of flower would I be?" he frequently asked himself, but made no move to discover. He wasn't willing to throw it so easily like that. He wanted to wait for that someone. 

People thought it was such a waste.

11:58PM

For seventeen years, the clock ticked by slowly, as if time mocked the waiting teenager. As if time wanted to tell him to stop waiting. A triumphant huff escapes his lips at the thought, arms crossing, one over the other as he continues to stare at himself. Beautiful ochre eyes with a hint of mischief, taut muscles as a result of rigorous training, and a face that even the gods envy—he was ready to conquer everything. "It's almost time," he whispers to no one in particular; his mother had already gone to sleep after telling him that she wasn't interested in waiting.

"You'll regret not seeing this, mom."

12:00AM

After the clock had struck the last minute, Taehyung waited for a few more agonizing seconds before he finally feels the heat rising up from his feet up to his lower waist. before it transitions into thin, scratching lines on the side of this back. "No," he lowers his head, gripping tighter onto the porcelain sink, causing his knuckles to turn pale. It didn't take too long, though, before he turns around and watches the skin on his back grow a barren tree, empty and lifeless. "A pistil."