𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 01 Wonderful life

The night scene unfolded, like a velvet curtain, across the face of the world. Darkness clung to the edges of streets that were poorly lighted by unpredictable street lamps. A cool breeze stirred the leaves of old trees, their twisted branches creating haunting, dancing shapes on the pavement. The background noise of the city continued to be soft and steady, punctuated periodically by the siren wail of some forlorn dog or the mournful cry of a train whistle.

Taehyung walked down the sidewalk, clutching tightly onto his shoulder bag while muttering softly to himself.

He felt that a number of fellows were behind him, had been for some time. Or maybe they were following him.

As he walked on, he opened his bag and brought out a small bottle. He had his muscles strained as he took a deep breath. He suddenly swung around without looking ahead and sprayed the contents of his bottle.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!"

He widely opened his eyes: several boys were crying, rubbing their eyes.

"Sir, what did you spray on us?" exclaimed a boy full of eagerness.

"First, tell me why you're following me. Are you gangsters? Stalkers? Or worse, killers?" the young man stammered, his shivering voice covering his mouth as if his hands were cramping from horror.

"Sir, you got it all wrong. Those are nothing like us! Your brother asked us to prank you. You are Kim Taehyung, right?" one of the boys clarified, which again made Taehyung raise an eyebrow suspiciously.

The boys continued to rub their eyes, wincing all thanks to whatever Taehyung had sprayed on them.

"Please believe us! Just tell me what you sprayed on us." one boy pleaded while others started rinsing their eyes with a water bottle.

The other boy dialed a number and said, "Here's my phone. You can call your brother to see if we're lying-" But before he could even finish his sentence, Taehyung snatched the phone, recognizing the number as belonging to his brother.

Taehyung snapped the moment the call went through. "Yahhh! Sending people to prank me at night? Have you completely lost it, Park Jimin?"

"Calm down! Now, tell me how scared you got." the teasing voice at the other end was only adding fuel to Taehyung's anger.

He started to walk away, yelling at the phone.

"Sir, my p-phone." the boy yelled, running behind him.

Taehyung stopped, hanging up and narrowing his eyes on the boy. "Here, take your phone. I'm not going to steal it!" he snapped in a sharp voice.

The boy reached for his phone, but as Taehyung turned to leave, he stopped him again, asking, "Sir, at least tell us what you sprayed! My eyes are still itchy, even after so much rinsing."

"Um... hair setting spray." Taehyung replied awkwardly in a low voice, and the boys stared at him in shock and disbelief.

"Oh no. Poor guys!"

Taehyung bowed to apologize, while the boys just did the same in return.

He bade them bye and stopped a taxi, getting in while giving his address to the driver.