Amor, tam pulcher | KTH

07| A laurel

—Now playing: Master Blaster (Jammin') by Stevie Wonder ✫

One could firmly state that a week has an original appearance in everyone's mind.

Mondays are blue, tiring, heavy and overall an experience anyone would want to skip after a lazy Sunday.

Tuesday can be heavy too but they're bright which enlightens your mood—their weight doesn't matter because Monday was enough for you to get the cue that the week had started.

Wednesdays are grey, the chance of rain is so high and the gloomy look of the day dawns upon you draining you of every energy you have but you remind yourself that it's just Wednesday so you hype yourself up.

Thursdays. Now Thursdays are like Tuesdays because they're bright and heavy but the weight is multiplied because you're genuinely tired and just want to get it over with.

Fridays might feel heavy too but it's just because you want them to end soon so you're, by default, lazy from the moment you wake up.

On Saturdays, after a good amount of sleep, you have great energy you most likely want to burn in hobbies, parties and overall enjoyment—although it's not always like that.

While you can party on Friday and Saturday night, on Sunday you must not do anything that would leave traces till the following day so no parties, no refurnishing or painting a bedroom, nothing that could take a physical toll on you—Mondays are as boring and tiring as they are and must not worsen.

Despite it being just his second week of school, the third for others, Taehyung had already entered this cycle.

It was Tuesday, a bright day, as aforementioned. The previous week was rainy but now the sun had returned with the lovely breeze that adorns the town in late summer. Yes, it could've been gloomy and rainy but it didn't feel like it to him ever since he discovered the existence of the new town girl in his school. She had the power to brighten the gloomiest of days and make all the stress within him wither by just existing.

An exact week, seven days, has passed since the first time he'd set eyes on her. Last Wednesday was a day of downpours but he still went to school by bus refusing Jungkook's offer for a ride. He wanted to see that angel again and admire her beauty from afar but like the previous day, his plans were shattered when he didn't see her get on the bus. He later assumed she got a ride to school when he saw her getting to class in the morning.

Throughout the rest of the week, during break times he'd search for her and his eyes would catch her in front of the same window, eating her snack and leaning on the windowsill looking unfairly pretty.

He'd studied her fashion style. From an objective point of view, it was pretty simple, nothing too extravagant, just good skill at combining colours but, according to him, it was awesome, she'd found what was best for her, what made her feel like herself—but even if she wore rags, he'd still consider her a goddess.

His studies allowed him to conclude that she loved low-rise bottoms whether they were pants, skirts or shorts. She also had a thing for small shirts, not the heavily cropped ones but just enough to expose the lower belly.

He could also affirm that she probably liked lacy things: she enjoyed wearing shirts with lacy top and bottom edges. She wasn't shy when it came to dressing. Would expose a little bit of cleavage when she felt like it and cover it when she didn't but her cleavage wasn't what made him curious. Whenever she did expose her cleavage, she'd wear nicely combined necklaces that made him praise her fashion style even more.

But let's not forget his favourite part of her. Her hair which she barely styled. Left down sometimes, held up with a hairpin or a pencil other times. Taehyung loved their waves and felt like they played a big role in her visuals—although he'd still be drooling over her even if she was bald.