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When you're deep in the mire of heartbreak, chances are that you feel pain somewhere in your body—probably in your chest or stomach. Some people describe it as a dull ache, others as piercing, while still others experience it as a crushing sensation.

Jeongguk. He was numb. He was feeling everything but nothing at the same time. His throat was clogged, fists clenched and heart beat escalating.

"He was serious?", the male mumbles out dropping on his knees as he holds the desk trying to prevent himself from falling completely. The chair rolls back from the great push. "He was actually serious."

~•~•|•|•~•~

Tears roll down his cheeks, a gasp leaving his lips. He holds his chest as his heart clenches tightly in his ribs. He shakily brings his hand on his mouth and bites his tongue, trying to force the sob down his throat.

"You did the right thing, Tae.", he feels arms wrapping around his body and shaking him side to side to prevent the boy from sobbing.

"Hyung, I l-love him. I can't l-let him g-go."

A minute or two ago Taehyung sent his husband a message. A message that will destroy their relationship forever.

Sobs finally release Taehyung's lips as he hugs his brother, crying on his shoulder.

Kim Namjoon. Heir of Kim pharmacies and older brother of Kim Taehyung. Well, why is he with Taehyung? Why now? Why not years ago?

"Tae, go to sleep. It's late night.", the older says patting the latter's head. But the sobs get louder.

~•~•|•|•~•~

~flashback~

"Lift your chin.....oh yeah....that's perfect. Well done.", the cameraman yells at the beauty standing in the frame in different poses.

"Great work, everyone.", Taehyung says as he bows taking the face towel from his assistant and muttering a soft 'thanks' before leaving to his changing room. He wipes his face to clean off the sweat that glistens on his forehead. He was just doing some photo shoots for samples of the modeling he'll do for the fashion week.

The first thing the male does after dropping his towel was to check his phone.

47 messages

He sighs deeply as he grabs his phone from the desk and clicks the messages, looking for a specific message but ending up not finding it.

Do I not mean anything to him?

He sighs for the nth time at the thoughts and plops down on the loveseat sofa.  He goes through his messages when he gets across one message that made his heart stop.

Namjoon Hyung
Tae?

He looks at his phone with wide eyes. Is it his own brother? His freaking brother? The last time he got a text was a 'congratulations' for his wedding and that's the end of it. It's been ten months since they even heard of each other.

"Who the fuck says tae with a question mark and expects me to reply properly?", the male mumbles under his breath taping at the reply.

Namjoon?

Instantly he gets a reply which takes him off guard for a solid minute. The guy who used to reply to him after at least two weeks, replied to him in a second. What the hell is going on?

Namjoon Hyung
I'm sorry

He knits his eyebrows together at the sudden confrontation.

WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS HAPPENING?

~•~•|•|•~•~

"What do you want hyung?", Taehyung says as he plops himself down in the booth where his brother was sat at.

After a lot of convincing from Namjoon's side, the other accepts the request that brings them here in New York's city ice cream parlor. It still kinda creeps him out how his brother knew he was in America.

He squirms in the seat trying to find a comfortable spot. When he does he looks up at his brother and arches his eyebrow to give the other the sign to answer his question.

"Mom is alive and lives here in New York.", Namjoon confesses with guilt all across his face.

Taehyung's eyes widen, a loud gasp leaves his lips. He stands up and slams his hands on the table. This causes all the customers in the cafeteria glance at them but that's about it. Everyone is crazy nowadays so they don't really care about the commotion.

"What do you mean she's here? She disappeared many years ago."

"Tae, just relax. I'm sorry, okay? I stayed here for a purpose. I had to take care of her."

"What about me then? Did anyone ever care about me? I was all alone when you left. You were never there for me since mom left. She was never there for me. Why are you telling me this now, huh?", Taehyung whisper screams with rapid tears rolling down his cheeks.

"But dad was there.", a soft whisper leaves the older's lips, but the words carried a lot of weight. It was regret.

"Really? That's your excuse. You know what, I'm leaving.", the younger says furiously, wiping his tears and rushing to the door. He pulls it harshly and gets out the door with a deep exhale. As he breaths fog leaves his mouth indicating the cold weather.

He walks in a fast pace not exactly sure where he is headed to but doesn't care, he just wants to escape his brother. But alas life.

Someone pulls him by the forearm and turns him. He is then met with his brother who glares down at him.

"Why do you always have to be this stubborn, Taehyung?", the older asks, with furrowed eyebrows.

"And why does everyone have to leave?", the younger retorts back with loud exhales.

"Tae-"

"Just why does no one want me? Mom left. You left. Jimin left. Hoseok left. And the person I love to core cheated on me. Just why does no one want me?", a broken sob leaves the younger's boy's throat. His cheeks flushed with tears rolling down.

This was the first time he said out his feelings for Jeongguk but right now it doesn't matter.

Namjoon does nothing but hug the other guy, tightly.

~•~•|•|•~•~

"Congratulations on your wedding, Tae.", a woman says, who has wrinkles on her skin, blanket draped over her lanky body, IV attached to her arm and pretty much looked like she's dying.

"I was married ten months ago but thank you anyways.", Taehyung replies back and kept his stare at his feet, admiring his Gucci shoes. Wait, where was he again?

Oh yeah, the hospital. Here she was. The mother he wanted to meet for years but now when she is right in front of him in her hospital bed he is stiff. He doesn't know what to do.

Namjoon at some point succeed in convincing the younger to tag along to the hospital. Damn Namjoon is good at this convincing game.

Taehyung finally looks up. There she is, the mother he wished stayed, the mother who he loved, the mother he wish she was. She looks different, more thin, more pale, more wrinkles on her skin. He couldn't recognize her until she was identified.

"How are you doing with modeling?", and another question is thrown his way by his mother.

He intakes a deep breath. He's been doing that a lot lately.

"What do you actually want Hyunae?", he looks her in the eye, anger threatening to ignite the flame in his head.

His life is just a jumbled mess.

Jimin, America.

America, Namjoon.

Namjoon, run away mother.

He doesn't even want to go on about Jeongguk.

"Taehyung, respect your mother.", Namjoon warns through gritted teeth. He stood by the woman's bed. He accompanied his younger brother knowing he'll pull some shit on their mother.

"Mother.", a chuckle comes from Taehyung. "Oh, mother, I'm in your service. Now may I know what you want from your devoted slave."

Just for extra effect he bows lightly. His face showed it all. Pain, anger, hurt and mainly jealously. His older brother was chosen over him by his mother. He just wants out of here.

At least his father sticked around. Yes he did force things on Taehyung but again he sticked around unlike his brother and mother.

A sigh. Just a sigh. That's what the older woman's reaction was to his son's behavior.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung. I left you but please just do one thing for me."

The young male looks at her with his infamous stoic face, daring her to continue.

"Leave Jeongguk."