schizophrenic [myg] by JaiPasDeNomLol (not my story)

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Yoongi put on his black cap.

Then a mask of the same color.

He was dressed entirely in black.

He loved black.

Black meant many things to him.

Like death.

Grief.

Emptiness.

Darkness.

The mystery.

Sobriety.

Rigor.

He left the house.

Locking the door, of course.

Outside the building.

On the sidewalk.

He looked around for a moment.

He had the impression of being in the spotlight.

The few passers-by were dressed in color.

Some in black, of course.

But not like him.

Shoes?

Black.

Pants?

Black.

Belt?

Black.

T-shirt?

Black.

Jacket?

Black.

Mask?

Black.

Cap?

Black.

Only his hair and complexion contrasted.

He'd dyed it blond.

And her complexion was as pale as sugar.

He shook his head.

Before crossing the road.

And head for the grocery store across the street.

Taehyung still worked there.

His contract was up in a week.

And his new one would start in two weeks.

The blond pushed open the door.

He paid no attention to who was at the cash register.

"Yoongi-hyung!"

He sighed for a moment.

Without going to see him.

He had errands to run.

He already didn't like it.

"What?"

He grabbed some junk food.

His fridge had been empty for a week.

And that didn't worry him.

Eating?

Not the thing on his mind.

His stomach never asks for anything.

So it's not easy for him to know when to eat.

He didn't even pay attention to the dark-haired man's words.

"Hyung, have you been listening to me?"

"No."

Yoongi picked up more things at random.

He didn't care about any of that.

Either way.

Half of it would end up in the trash.

You'd think he had money to throw away.

He arrived at the cash register.

Placing his basket in front of the brown man.

Well, brown people.

"Well, this is Haneul, the one to replace me!"

Taehyung said it with a smile.

Proud of the job he'd done.

Yoongi raised his eyes to heaven.

Before resting them on this Haneul.

While his younger brother explained Yoongi's behavior.

The latter looked at her in detail.

Her mid-length hair.

Brown.

Her complexion.

Pale.

Not as pale as his.

Eyes.

Brown.

Hint of makeup.

Her cheeks.

Dewy with blush.

Her nose.

Perfectly defined.

Her lips.

Tinted a pale pink.

Lucky for him.

She didn't notice.

That he was detailing her.

And that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

It was probably thanks to his cap.

"He's grumpy, but he's nice!"

Yoongi finally managed to take his eyes off her.

"Shut up Taehyung and get moving."

"See there, for example, he's sick of being outside. Because he doesn't really like people, but it's not such a big deal!"

Taehyung said the price of the blond's groceries.

He took out his credit card and paid.

Quickly grabbing his bags.

And leaving the store.

Almost running.

What the hell is this girl?

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