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Jeongguk's aesthetic was simple.
Dark colours, Jeongguk loved dark colours. Maybe because they seemed to compliment his soul, which was probably equally as dark.
He was really proud of his blog. It was his baby, it was what he did. There wasn't much that he wanted to do. Or felt like doing. The only place where he could be himself was, in fact, his tumblr. Jeongguk let all of his feelings out on the page, all of the things he'd pushed away that day. Some kid tripped him at school? Blog it. Some kid calls him a faggot? Blogs it.
As a sixteen years old, his mom told him that he should be happy. He shouldn't be hiding himself away in his cave (his mom insisted they'd call his room that, a cave, because it was), he shouldn't be enjoying the darkness and he shouldn't not sleep. He should open up his curtains more often, make more friends, go out.
But Jeongguk didn't do friends. It's not like he didn't try. People just, they didn't like him. He didn't know why. Jeongguk guessed it was because he just wasn't likeable, yes, that sounded about right. One day his mother told him to go to the beach and the only thing he could come up with to fill his time with was drowning himself in that goddamned water. At least then it'd all be over, and after all, that's what he wanted.
Jeongguk cried a lot of times. There hardly was a day that went by with a smile on his face, a non-fake one. His laptop was usually flooded with tears, and today was the same.
His mom had stopped caring long ago, and his dad, well, he never cared. All he cared for was liquor, and if not that, then it would be his star sister, Jiyoon. Jeongguk didn't hate Jiyoon. Just because she ignored him and laughed at him didn't mean that he had to hate her. He just didn't like her, maybe disliked, loathed, despised her, even. But hate was a strong word. After all, he couldn't hate anyone. Not when he knew it was his fault that he wasn't likeable.
With a small sigh leaving his lips, Jeongguk brought his laptop closer to his body. He was laying in bed after a long day, and it was only midnight in Busan. It was one of those nights in which he thought of his old friend, Jimin. They used to be best friends, what exactly happened? He didn't remember, maybe he just didn't want to remember. All he knew was that one day, Jimin got a boyfriend and Jeongguk didn't see him as much as he used to after that. He didn't blame him, his boyfriend looked like a nice guy. Hell, he was a nice guy. He was the sunshine of school, the pro-dancer much like Jimin and actually practically Jimin's second half. Jeongguk could see why Jimin would rather spend time with Hoseok, he was the opposite of Jeongguk, happy and good-looking and had many talents (here Jeongguk was, not even knowing how to heat ramen, ramen)
Jeongguk was good at reading people. He would be able to see in a minute who was nice and who wasn't. There weren't a lot of nice people around him, but if there were, they wouldn't want to be friends with him. He was weird, a freak, probably.
He reached over to click the 'save' button on his customisation page, he'd just written himself a new 'about me' page and Jeongguk wasn't proud. A lame ass poem it was, something that he himself came up with (everyone would know because fuck, he sucked at poetry).
It wasn't much. But it was what Jeongguk was feeling, and after all, it wasn't called an 'about me' page for nothing, right?
The little amount of followers he had, he just hoped he wouldn't disappoint them. He only really cared for one of them, though.
Of course, you can count on Jeon Jeongguk to be the stupidest, cheesiest motherfucker out there.
There he was, his ugly self, falling in love for some kind of guy on tumblr. On tumblr, out of all places.
To be fair, this guy seemed to be different. Jeongguk had first stumbled upon his blog a few months back, when he was dragging himself down some of his favorite blogger's blogrolls, and there the blog was, walkingwithanimals.
He didn't know why he clicked on the URL, hell, he didn't even like anything nature-related, especially not animals. To be fair, Jeongguk had a beautifully good reason to hate animals. He had a dog for about five years, it was his best friend, his only friend if you may, Gureum was his life. Until one day, he decided to walk away from him just like any other important person had done to him- it broke him. The dog was supposed to be there for him, the one thing that shouldn't have left him. But it did. And Jeongguk cried for weeks, months.
Yet he still clicked on that URL, and it might've been the best decision that he'd ever made, because the next thing he knew he was redirected to a page that turned out to be the blog of a seventeen years old boy that lived in Korea too, and he was, honest to god, the most beautiful thing that Jeongguk had ever seen. Not just that, his blog was literally the biggest ball of sunshine too. Jeongguk wanted to curse because this boy couldn't be more different from himself, and it gave him yet another reason to hate himself. A guy like this, a guy like Taehyung (that was his name, jesus, angel much?) would never even consider looking twice at Jeongguk.
Taehyung's aesthetic was simple.
It was simple, but silly, just like him. Or so, he'd like to think.
To be god-honest, Taehyung didn't really care much about the look of his blog. That might've been a huge insult to any hard-time tumblr-blogger, but really, it described Taehyung the most. He didn't really care about what people thought of him, he couldn't care less to be exact.
Taehyung had learned not to care, it took him a while, but it was probably a great gift and that's exactly why Taehyung made this blog, too. To share that gift with the entire world, and help the ones in need. His goal was to bring a smile to someone's face, and he just hoped to accomplish that, and all would be well to him.
He'd post motivational speeches, some cute selcas from himself between the blur of pink and purple and then he'd scroll down his dash, desperate to find a next lost soul that he'd be able to give love to. It made Taehyung really sad knowing that there wasn't much he could do to help, considering the impressive distance he had to most of his followers, but he made it his mission to at least give them some sort of hope, some sort of rock to hold on to. You could say that Taehyung was very tumblr-loved, considering this kind attitude of his.
He tried to put all of his positivity into his page, too. He didn't mind telling people about his life, he was an open book and a very trust-worthy person. His friends called him an idiot because why on earth would he post all of his personal information onto some kind of website, there could be serial killers for all he'd know. That was Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin for you. Taehyung just shushed them and told them that they didn't know and they just shrugged, with Namjoon proceeding to mutter something amongst the lines of 'I don't care' or something immature like that.
There wasn't much to do today, Taehyung noted. He was pretty bored, and with his daily motivational speech already having been posted, there was nothing else for him to do on tumblr today. He was also done scrolling down his dashboard, having seen enough of certain kind of posts for today (just because Taehyung was a cheery person didn't mean he wasn't human- he got sick of some things too sometimes) so he decided to do his favorite day activity. Stalk Jeongguk's blog.
Honestly, when Taehyung got a notification that a new blog was following him called silentwhispers, he wasn't surprised to see a depression blog pop up on his screen when he clicked on the URL. With Taehyung being an inspiration blog, he had a lot of these kind of followers. He didn't mind one bit, after all, this was what he was down for, anyways. There was just one thing that confused Taehyung and made him bubble with curiosity.
As he was scrolling down this boy's blog, Jeongguk's blog as he found out, he realized that this kid had none of the same interests as he did. There also weren't any of the usual posts like "I want to get better" or "I'm trying". Not even any pictures of animals, no, absolutely nothing that could've sparked this kid's interest to follow him.
Taehyung was intrigued, really. He'd gotten used to the endless amount of likes that Jeongguk gave him, wether it was one of his animal posts or one of his selcas, but he still always wondered why he never reblogged anything. Jeongguk was a mysterious case to Taehyung, and he didn't quite know what to do.
He typed in Jeongguk's URL, having mesmerised it by now and he was surprised to find a selca of the boy on his page. Jeongguk had never posted a picture of himself before, especially not made it into his sidebar. But today he did, and he almost gave Taehyung a heart attack because hot hell, this guy was beautiful. He'd remembered the endless times that Jeongguk had called himself ugly, or posted something about someone calling him ugly, and Taehyung felt the need to cry. It suddenly hit him how much he liked Jeongguk, and how much he didn't deserve any of this. Why was he this sad, why did he have to be this sad? The more Taehyung thought about it, the more angry he got because people were absolute dicks in this world.
He knew Jeongguk lived in Korea, it was obvious by the amount of Korean posts he'd reblog and hell, he even stated in his 'about me' page that he was Korean, and Taehyung had the sudden urge to fly over to wherever the hell he was and to grab him and shake him and yell at him just how precious he was. But he didn't, because that'd be creepy. Also, being broke was a very real thing for a seventeen years old boy. He was sure Jeongguk knew the struggle, even though he was one year younger than him.
Taehyung decided that that was going to be the day that he'd first speak to Jeongguk, and he blushed as he started to type a message to the boy.
Jeongguk was pulled back to reality because of the vibration of his phone. He'd gotten a notification from tumblr, which wasn't rare, but Jeongguk was going to die because he saw that the notification was from none other than Taehyung.
Beautiful, happy Taehyung. I-love-animals Taehyung. Amazingly strong Taehyung. I-will-help-you Taehyung. His Taehyung.
Okay, so maybe Taehyung wasn't his, because technically, they'd never spoken with each other before, but Jeongguk didn't care because this was Taehyung he was talking about, goddammit.
Taehyung who brightened up Jeongguk's life.
Jeongguk who was bold, and Taehyung who was cursive.