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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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Again.
You couldn't sleep again.
It had been three days since you came back from the World Tour and you still couldn't get a proper night's sleep. You had no idea what was bothering you.
Could it be something serious?
Insomnia?
Nah.
You decided to visit the warehouse. It had been so long since you had gone there.
You walked all the way over to there, and picked up some bottles of matcha soda on your way.
A huge, relieved sigh escaped your mouth as you saw you were the only one there tonight.
You sent a small frown in the direction of the tyres hanging from the oakwood tree before rolling your eyes and settling on the ground.
You sat there with a bottle of soda in your hand as you pulled out grass blades with your other one. That activity lasted until you had sipped away half of the bottle.
Then, you just looked at the sky. It was a full moon today.
The blue haze of the day had lifted to reveal the stars. You always felt that this was closer to the truth of who we really were. You wondered, if we were nocturnal, would we feel more connected to those faraway stars, perhaps sensing the fragility of earth all the more? To you---the night was when the curtain was pulled back, when we got to see out the window we call "the sky" and the universe far above and beyond.
Before you knew, you had emptied two bottles.
Something about this place was just calming.
This was the place your mother had gotten her drugs from and theoretically, you should feel uneasy here. But, this place just made you feel like you didn't have to care about anything in the vast world.
When you reached out for the third bottle, you stopped midway as you heard some scuffling behind you.
You turned your head to see someone you didn't want to see at this moment.
Because, there stood Kim Taehyung in a black T-shirt and blue jeans, looking like an everyday boyfriend.
His hands were busy for one held an easel to which were clipped on three canvas boards and his other hand held painting supplies.
Taehyung stopped in his tracks as he saw you and immediately set down his things, visibly gulping.
You rolled your eyes so hard that he was worried they'd get stuck inside your head.
You stood up and brushed the dirt off your bottom before walking toward the exit, not caring to take the left out bottles of green bubbly soda.
