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"You are going to be the death of me one day." He mumbled, eyes looking into yours with such deep compassion that no one could ever rally.
"You think so?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips.
"I know so." He replied instantaneously, his eyes...
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Will you stay by my side Will you promise me If I let go of your hand, you'll fly away and break I'm scared scared scared of that
Will you stop time If this moment passes As though it hadn't happened I'm scared scared scared I'll lose you
Butterfly like a Butterfly Just like a Butterfly bu-butterfly Butterfly like a butterfly Just like a Butterfly bu-butterfly
You crashed onto the ground as the song ended.
4 days to your debut. It was the 27th of December.
Twilight was given a holiday of four days, tomorrow being the last day. Obviously, all the girls took the opportunity to go and visit their families since it'd be impossible for the next two months with your debut. You, with no family to visit, stayed back home.
Today, was your mother's birthday.
The disturbing images of your past had managed to wake you up at 4 this morning as you sat there on your bed, clutching the only photo you had of your family and staring at the ring your mother had gifted you on your sixteenth birthday.
To distract yourself, you ended up locking yourself in the practice room, dancing non-stop.
BTS's Butterfly had always been a song you could relate to because of your mother.
Suicidal love... tsk tsk tsk...such a depressing yet beautiful thing...
You had not eaten the whole day and the grumbling of your stomach reminded you of that. You went home and showered before heading to the nearest diner to grab something to eat. It was half past six in the evening, the sky was dark already, the winter of December being cruel on everyone. __________________
Panting and forehead covered in a sheen of sweat, Taehyung jolted up straight awake on his bed.
The nightmare.
Again.
He couldn't help but let the tears of guilt roll down his cheeks as he hugged his knees and cried for what seemed like forever.
Since the promotions for BE were over, BTS had been given a Christmas and New Year vacation. The boys opted to stay home and relax instead of doing something else or going somewhere. They were watching a movie when Taehyung decided to get some sleep because he had a headache.
Now, his headache was replaced with something worse.
He wiped his tears as he glanced at his phone.
6:40 PM.
He needed a distraction.
So, without giving it much thought, he texted the first person he could think of.
