Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)

Rising, Rising

-"Loneliness is really important. So is love, and the undeniable lack of it."-

Slowly opening my eyes, I immediately flinch back. Orange.

The girl's head is lying on my bed, sleeping. She must have fallen asleep. I flinch again, as I look down to our still intertwined fingers.

Trying to pull my hand away under hers, she softly mumbles in her sleep, holding it closer to her body. My eyes shoot open and I look back up at her face, only noticing now, how close she is.

She mumbles again and I stop.

Slowly, I extend my other hand and put a strand of her hair behind her hair. Surprised at my own actions, I lay back down again and look at her.

The sun shines through the window and her hair looks like it's on fire.

I snap, when she suddenly moves and another pair of dark brown eyes look into mine.

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I wake up, as I feel something softly touch my face. Slowly opening my eyes, I am greeted by none other than Kim Taehyung.

I quickly shift and get off of his bed. Looking at him startled, I see, he has the same startled look on his face.

I quickly push it off and extend my hand, putting it on his forehead but he pushes it away.

I raise my eyebrows and he just glares at me.

Deeply sighing, I pull my backpack into my direction and pull a blanket and some water bottles out.

His eyebrows furrow when I give it to him and I just give him a weak smile. Stopping for a second, I lay the blanket over his body.

"... Do you have nightmares?", I ask him quietly, my voice calm.

He looks at me with big eyes, before vigorously shaking his head.

I sigh. "You don't have to tell me, what about. I just want to know, whether you are able to sleep or not."

I sit back down on the floor and lean my back to the wall behind me. Noticing the darkened sky behind me, it must be about 5pm or 6pm.

How long did I stay here?

I run my fingers through my hair and look at the floor.

"... For nightmares, there's no special cure, you see... I had them too, everyday, when I was younger." I look into his eyes. "My mother always sang to me to get me to sleep. It was the only thing that helped."

I stopped for a second, swallowing harshly and thinking about her.

"She passed away when I was fourteen."

Fiddling with my fingers, I scold myself for being emotional. This is not the time for it. Right now, Kim Taehyung is the only one that matters.

Everything goes silent for a second and I can say, I am more than surprised, when Taehyung breaks this silence.

"They are not nightmares." His voice is deep and hoarse and sets chills down my body. He looks completely calm, yet somehow vulnerable.

He looks like he's in deep thoughts.

"Okay", I whisper.

He bites on his lower lip, that's still a little bit bleeding, before opening his mouth again.

"They are memories."

My gaze softens when I see his face scrunch up in pain. Memories.

I nod to signal him to continue but there is silence between us again, before he turns his head slightly to look into my eyes with his big, dark ones.