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An ao3 fic of mine that I'm reposting here. Please enjoy :)
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No one ever made a better life by being someone else, did they?
Taehyung has his teeth grit just to keep his jaw shut in place, forbid it speaks out the boiling pyre of jealousy in his chest. "Hey hyung?" he draws in a long breath, pastes a libel of a smile before stepping into Yoongi's office.
"Your boyfriend dropped flowers for you again."
"He has a name, Tae." Yoongi gets up from the table like it's a fervid hassle but the bounce in his step as he snatches the pretty hand-tied posy arragement of multi-colored gerberas. The upward tug of his lips unconcealed "Try saying J-I-M-I-N."
"I have work." Is all he spares, turning around the cubicle to exit for his office whilst wondering why he's somehow always the fellow marcher in his friend's love parade.
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Taehyung, in all senses of the phrase, has always been a cloud-walker. Has always flown like a storm. Fallen like rain.
He's known his happy days like sunshine, and sombre ones like cacophony of thunder. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing intermediate.
That's all he's known and been. The Top Thrill Dragster roller coaster that will ascend slow but steady and then drop suddenly with the heart disgorged from mouth.
Nothing intermediate.
He knows some such. He knows how overbearing a cloud walker can be to one who loves laying on the ground. Does not render anyone wrong. But factually speaking, where are the ground and earth meeting?
It's the fact that he would look at someone like Jungkook, the solo brightest star even in the pinnacle of a supernova, and know that he could single mindedly crawl the circumference of the earth scrape-kneed if the boy even breathed in that favor.
