🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

24. Second Grade

Time is a beautifully devastating concept.

With out limited five senses, we see or at least like to believe that time has its own paced linearity but that might not always be the case. To each and every person in the world, the sense of time is different, producing an equilibrium in the chaos; thus bringing the unshakable stability. Sometimes, we experience an year worth mind shattering time within a day and sometimes, every minute stretches to intolerable hours. With the pathetic attempt to bind the dynamics of time through the second, minute and hour hands, we have accepted our inability to comprehend the true potential of time.

Time is neither stable nor linear; there's nothing called past and present. The moments binding the smallest incidents occurring in the universe have always existed and will keep existing in the same suspension of time and space; only we, beings with limited consciousness who can't comprehend multiple realities at the same instance, experience the almighty force of nature in a linear manner.

💜: In the blink of an eye, I become a second grader. I pull the trigger again 'cause time is flowing fast. In the blink of an eye, I become a second grader. The me who only used to chase my dreams now sets fire on the stage.

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It was so peaceful.

He could literally feel the wind on his face, soothing his nerves. The children were laughing and playing around chasing the brown basketball on the sand. The endless blue in front of him was so liberating that he found himself walking towards it unknowingly and the sun that submerged into the horizon was calling out to him like Nirvana at the end of infinity.

He was sinking his feet at the lukewarm sea water when suddenly a wave crashed on him from behind. He didn't have time to turn around and figure out how it can happen from the backside defying the laws of physics because that made his eyes snap open and he found himself buried under a huge side pillow.

"Wakey wakey Cinderella! No prince is gonna kiss your ass!" A high pitched voice tore his ear membrane apart.

Morning can either be the favorite or least liked time of the 24 hours cycle for someone; there's no in between. Some people like to enjoy the fresh air, the radiant yet soft light of the sun, the chirping of birds on roadside trees, the blooming of life on the surface of earth like poppy petals. And for the rest of the cursed community, they just want to be inside the warm blanket, roaming in their dreamland and not giving a crap about what is happening outside the four walls.

As a licensed health worker at a big hospital like Cedars Sinai; Taehyung relates to the second category on a spiritual level.

If only his best friend and the pain in the ass dongsaeng would have understood.

"It's six fucking twelve! NOW THIRTEEN! Or do you wanna miss out on the intern slaughter?" Jimin shouted again.

Fuck.

Taehyung lifted his head from the pillow to look at the digital clock on his bedside table.

27 December, 2021
06:13 am.

He has seventeen minutes to freshen up, stuff his belly with whatever the hell Jungkook is making and then take the bus.

Jimin pulled on his leg, sliding his form down from the pillow.

"Meomcho!"

His throat hurt from raising his morning groggy voice. He had pulled an allnighter the day before yesterday and couldn't leave the hospital till his shift was over in the next afternoon. The last thing he remembers before crashing on his bed was sipping on a full glass of water and taking his shoes off. He didn't even know when Jimin or Jungkook returned from their duties.