Taeh Scream Monologue

There are a lot of postscripts in Taehyung 's life--PS, I left my keys on the table by the door and I don 't think I locked the door but I don 't really remember; PS, there 's cake in the fridge, the kind you like, with the taro and the icecream and the fruits on top and they 're not bad this time, I promise; PS, you didn 't bring your favorite tie; PS, I 'm bringing it to you but you don 't know that yet ;D

PS, I love you and you know that already.

Kim Taehyung hums as he packs his bags, just a tiny little suitcase for stuff he might need for the next two days. There are plane tickets on the bedside table and his phone by his pile of underwear. Jungkook 's tie is currently folded right at the top of his suitcase, and he grins as he tosses his underwear in, toothbrush, toothpaste, the cologne that Jungkook likes...

Taehyung looks around, I think that 's it.

He

"Yeah... see you tonight. I love you."

"Love you more," Jungkook says, sounds of clothes, sounds of dressers being opened and closed.

"Love you most."

Taehyung lets the phone fall from his ear and for the first time since the beginning of the conversation, he lets himself breathe out, properly, heavily, like the world is ending right in front of his eyes and it is. There are siren sounds and helicopter sounds and they must have been not that far away from civilization even though all Taehyung can see is trees and sky and the slightly damp earth beneath his skin.

Taehyung 's life seems like it 's made of postscripts, of afterthoughts, of thoughts that happen after afterthoughts. And he 's always liked it that way. But Jeon Jungkook is not a postscript. No, from the day they met, Taehyung has never been more sure of anything else. No, Jeon Jungkook is the subject, and Taehyung is just the byline. Jungkook is the title, the body, the weight and words and Taehyung wishes he could be more than punctuation, more than the comma or period to all of Jungkook 's sentences, but a