taehyung
looking out the window again, drowning in my thoughts about the purpose of existence and the inevitability of death.
another one of those days wherein i question everything and anything.
i thought about hyerin. i haven't seen her in a while.
why do i feel... empty?
she isn't supposed to mean this much to me, we've only just met and we barely even talked.
out of nowhere, i heard the screams again. i heard the painful cries.
i decided to just look and observe, thinking i shouldn't be barging in to someone's business like that.
but she could get hurt.
just then, a wounded young girl wearing a white sweater was shooed out of the house. a seemingly heavy luggage landed right on her, making her fall onto the ground and collapse.
i ran downstairs my empty, broken home as i crossed the street, moving towards the weak female.
her fragile body, unable to move. unconscious.
i carried her and pulled the luggage behind me, resting her on the soft mattress. i gazed on her bruised, hurt face.
"i'm here, hyerin. you don't need to go back.
because i'll protect you."
and suddenly, she was my everything.
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why do i feel like this is too cheesy
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long sleeves » taehyung
Fanfiction"why do you always wear long sleeves?" "d-don't ask," but then again, his thoughts continued to drift upon what could have been under the knitted piece piece of clothing. - TRIGGER WARNING: contains angst, mentions of suicide and depression, self-ha...
