Imposterism | KTH

The Car?

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23

1 and ⅚ days till the premiere

Yoona

"Get me another!" I whined pushing Taehyung off the bench. We were drinking soju on the riverside.

"I don't think we can drive after this." His words were slurred as he opened another bottle and handed it to me.

"Well, I'm not that drunk," I protested taking another swig.

"Liar!" He started giggling for some reason, his face flush and radiant.

"I like it when you're happy." I  smiled upto him shyly. "Kinda wanna kiss you."

His eyes lit up.

"Kiss me then." He tried to pull me on his lap by lifting me up, but we lost our balance in the process. Our bodies landed on the ground.

I squealed as his body softened my fall and started laughing at him because he was more drunk than me.

"I just wanted a kiss." He pouted, his dark curls were sprawled in the grass.

"Aww, I know." I kissed his pout with an obnoxious smooching sound and we both broke into giggles again.

The buzz of alcohol and being with Taehyung had an amazing effect on me and I was bursting with an euphoric feeling. I wanted the time to stop so I don't have to go back to my actual life.

I wanted to be that ordinary girl who was dating an ordinary boy without consequences, without second guessing everything. The irony is I used to be that ordinary girl with an ordinary life and I desperately wanted to be something other than that, something more. I guess the grass is always greener at the other side and it fucking sucks.

"Are you cold?" I was curled into him, trying not shiver as I shook my head.

"Stop lying," he said while nuzzling into me.

"Okay, a little." I smiled hiding my face in his neck.

"Let's get you home then."

"Home?" My eyebrows furrowed, wondering what that word even means to me. "I have no home."

It was the truth. No place felt like home after I packed my bags and left my parents years ago. The frowns on their faces as I said goodbye. I was so arrogant and smug that I'd be living my dream against their expectations.

My lips turned down, missing their affection, their love, their warmth. I miss them, but I'd burned that bridge down as well.

I hope they're okay. Do they still hate me? Do any of them watch my movies? Probably not. God, I hope they still earn enough to live a content life.

I wish I was a better daughter to them. I wish I was a little patient with my dream and didn't run behind it so recklessly, but when you're so poor and you see that one chance at a better life, you go ahead and take it, no matter how it seems. And yet, no matter where I go, that tiny house is the only place that ever felt like home.

"Hey, don't be sad. I'll take you to my home." Taehyung hugged me tightly, engulfing me in his warmth. "Come on."

We got off the ground clumsily. Our clothes were stained green from grass and dew, but none of us cared. Hand in hand, we started our journey on foot to Taehyung's home.

"Taehyung-ie," I tugged at his sleeve.

He hummed in response looking down at me, his almond eyes containing a galaxy inside of them.