Taehyung was like an old indie record that one would love to rewind over and over again just to catch a glimpse of what life tastes like when you are nothing but a fool who only knows how to love and get hurt but despite all the little indifferences...
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The silent shrills of the night ricocheted through the empty station as a hunched figure siting on the cold metal bench waited for the last train of the night to be graced by his ever so impatient presence.
In between the loud noise of the train's horn blowing in the vacancy and two pair of shoes walking towards the sliding door, two souls collided against each other. Deep inside the bundled up paths surrounding his heart- he felt a tug there, as dreamy as it may have sound- for a moment it felt like the whole world had stopped.
Love was a mere myth to many but salvation to some.
For a lost sailor who had sailed through seven oceans with blazing storms and a battered soul, finding a shore was his greatest victory.
For a nomad who had walked miles on the scorching sand underneath his bare feet, finding an oasis was his last plea.
For a boy with dewy eyes who grew up in a small town finding the most endearing grin and twinkling brown eyes was his root of finding pure bliss.
