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LOVE IS NOT OVER

Perhaps the prologue of my first ever real kinda Fanfiction book?
Category: Kim Taehyung

LOVE IS NOT OVER
•PROLOGUE•

I sat beside Taehyung in his Tesla as he drove past the neighborhood, headed for the venue of the one night art gallery arranged by our school. He was wearing a grey suit that outlined his nonchalant individuality perfectly. I had put on an off-white knee length sheath dress which had a beaded neck, and a grey coat, pretty much similar to him.

"Are you nervous?" He asked, and started playing one of our favorite songs, "Circles." He has always been good at easing me up. I started crooning with the music as he started singing the lead, and I sang along. We screamed the lyrics, "Run away, but we're running in circles. Run away, run away, run away."

I laughed a bit after the song stopped, and noticed his gaze on me. I looked back at him, narrowing my eyes in a weird way as he chuckled softly and paid attention back to the streets. Looking through the window, I felt like I was running in circles. In fact, we all are, and that life itself is a circle.

We take birth as infants, live our childhood, grow adults, parent a new generation, grow older, see the world changing, and disappear with death. Well, some might expire before completing this sequence.

The drive was silent as Taehyung pulled into the parking lot after a while which was almost full by now.

We got out and walked to the building, finding ourselves surrounded by school fellows, random teenagers, couples, and aged individuals.

The wall was covered with black and white cross hatch wallpapers, and different paintings hung upon it. I noticed colored cockled papers, and origami stuffs hanging low from the ceiling. The decorator has got a really uncommon taste.

We occasionally greeted the ones we knew, and looked around the entire place, fascinated by the art work, until Miss Crimson approached to us and said, "Park Emerson, please take your position next to your pictures. People already started gathering around it. Boondocks 17, is it?"

"Yeah," I replied, and looked over at Taehyung, motioning for him to tag along. He interlocked his fingers with mine as we reached for the corner that displayed my work. For a while, he just stared at the giant canvases behind me with his mouth agape. I was attempted to hit his chest for acting weird but paused when a guy came asking, "Park Emerson?"

"Yes, I am."

"Damn, I'm Mingyu, and I'm mesmerized by all these pieces you've created." He said, pointing at the wall filled with paintings behind me. "Dude, if I could, I'd have bought all of them. The concept is so rarely beautiful."

One after another, I was almost swallowed by coeds and crosstalks. Taehyung stood quiet behind me. I glanced at him, ensuring that he wouldn't feel left alone. "Are you bored? Shall we take a walk around the entire place?" I asked him, turning away from the growing crowd.

He smiled, and shook his head saying, "no, I'll go by myself if necessary. You gotta stick around here, and respond to everyone to get your pictures sold out."

"You sure?"

"Yes, do you want some coffee? They've got a coffee bar somewhere around."

I shook my head no, and he kissed me on my forehead before disappearing within the crowd.

I was about to flunk out on describing the message I tried to convey through the pictures as students from different art schools kept on coming, and asking.

Most of my pictures got sold to the funding partners, couples and a few older ladies. Taehyung texted me saying he was around with his friends, and there was still an hour left for the show to end, and I was already done with my job. I roamed around the entire gallery, hoping to find Taehyung.

Growing restless like ever, I called him.
Me: Hello?
Tae: Hey! Did you have fun?
Me: Yeah, I'm tired. I sold all my pictures, and now I'll get home and let loose.
Tae: I'll drop you then. Meet me at the exit?
Me: Um.. no, that's okay. I'll call an Uber. Enjoy yourself!
Tae: Be safe, sweetie.
Me: Yeah.

I paid a last meet with the teacher who was in charge of our team, and went outside, scrolling down my phone, looking for an Uber.

Sadly, there was none available so I stood by the footpath, hoping for a taxicab to show up. The road was quite empty, and barely any vehicle ran down it. I stepped out of it to cross the road in order to catch up on a cab, and wheel home.

One step, two step, three step, four..

And as I took the fourth, there was a huge beam of light from my right. I felt pushed harshly upon the road. The light blinded me in white, and I felt an unbearable pain shot around my entire body.

"Emerson, relax. Don't think too much. It doesn't really hurt to die. Your time is up, dear." A voice whispered as I felt my body freezing little by little. "It doesn't hurt to die," the voice kept echoing all around, repeatedly.

No, no, no. I don't want to process anything right now.

I got pushed down on the road, and I still didn't get up. I'm trying to exert a force against the surface beneath me to get back up on my feet. My body didn't respond, and my energy seemed depleted.

And I saw glimpses of my mom, dad, my dog, our house, my preschooler self, stars, beaches, evening skies, forest views, warm sunset, mountains, Taehyung, and some cronies.

And everything went blank.