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"His fingers traced on the white bricks of tune that brought magic to his life once, but the melody of breathing had now turned into a plea for leaving."
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Daffodil rays of the scorching sun seeped into the transparent passing card Yoongi was holding in his right hand as he stepped out of the bus station. Earphones plugged inside his ears and the recent hit of his favourite artist IU blasting from the cords, he started for his apartment with slow steps. His mood was incredibly good in that morning - not to mention how the man was chuckling from time to time by his own.
What was the reason? He had a fine sleep last night; all though spending the whole time on the couch with his hands embracing the ceiling from afar - the devotion was a scene to see. Lia had stared at him with drowsy eyes while pouring some coffee in her cup, to see the male humming ninety's old songs under his breath randomly. She also had not forgotten to slap his right arm to pull him back to his sense, snapping for what he was giggling out of nowhere.
The male had only flashed his gummy smile to stun her and exited the staff room. Lia had stuffed a tiffin box in his rucksack earlier to make him eat after reaching his home; so he was happy for that, too.
Yes, these were the reasons maybe.
Smiling, he took a turn left; the kindergarten's gate situated not so far away. The traffic was busy in the eleven of the morning, trams and cars horning on the pitch road. He paced slower and pulled the earphones out, mind concentrated around his surroundings.
