Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)

Sometimes it Snows in April

- "more pain, got me begging, begging..."-

"Tae, look here."

I turn around, my feet still dangling into the cold water underneath me. It's pretty deep and the surface of the stone, I'm sitting on, isn't too wide. Yet it is my favourite place and I enjoy the rays of moon hitting my face and singing songs with Jungkook till the sun comes up.

Jungkook is sitting right behind me, a feet away and drawing on a small piece of paper.

"What are you doing, Kookie? Drawing again?" I chuckle at him and see his lips form into a pout by my teasing.

"Fine, then I won't show you."

He glares at me and I laugh, messing his hair up with my hand.

"Come on. Show me."

A slight smile forms itself on his lips as he hands me the small paper over. I furrow my eyebrows, looking really disgusted and shocked and Kookie starts whining.

"Just a joke. It's pretty but why did you draw it?"

I ask and give him a smile before handing it back.

"I don't know. I just like the sea, I guess. I like the water. It reminds me of something... I don't know, what... Ah, forget it. I just like it", he mumbles and waves the paper through the air, then hands it to me again.

"It's a present."

"Aw, Kookie. Is this my first ever present from you?", I tease him and he rolls his eyes.

"Come on, I give you a lot of things."

"Only things, you don't need anymore."

"Yah! That's not true!" He hits my arm with a wooden stick and I glare at him with big eyes. "Is that a way to treat your hyung?"

He stares at me for a few seconds, before we both burst out into laughter and he starts shoving me.

"Jungkookie- stop, what are you doing?", I grin at him but he just keeps on shoving and pushing me, an evil grin on his face.

"Jungkookie... Kookie... Kookie!", my eyes widen in realization and the next moment, I'm falling into the water.

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My eyes open slowly and I see myself surrounded by darkness. Wiping my tears from my face, I stop for a second, looking down at myself.

What is this?

I slowly lift the object off my body and my eyebrows furrow.

A jacket. Why? Whose is it?

I notice a pack of tissues lying in my opened hand and seat myself up. Why is this here?

The sweat on my forehead and the blood on my lips has already dried and when I drive over it with my tongue, my lips only slightly taste like blood.

I let the pack of tissues sink and rub my hands over my face. Hesitantly, I wrap the jacket around my body. It's warm and my gaze softens for a second.

Now I know it.

It's from the orange-haired girl. My new psychiatrist.

But why?

Sighing, I remember my dream. As if I'd ever gotten it out of my head. My hand makes it's way under the sheets and I pull it out.

There's only a little moonlight, sinking in through the window but it doesn't matter. I know every pencil stroke by heart.