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as zia and taehyung slowly walked on the sand, they held both of their shoes in one hand.
taehyung was desperately trying to come up with a topic to talk about, but he was failing at it.
the now light pink clouds were slowly being covered by night's blanket, as the moon was faintly shown.
zia, on the other hand, was thinking about how she wanted his hand on hers; the thought of it left a sensation of her cheekbon turning into a shade of red.
i did promise you to go to the beach with you, didn't i? zia asked, sparking a conversation between the two.
yeah, you did. when your "pretty friend", as you call her, rejected me. man, that was a memorable day. taehyung replied, lowering his head and scratched the lower part of his head.
zia noticed how brown his hair was. the color amusing her− amazed by how his hair color was not boring compared to her black ones.
then they looked at each other; the sunset perfectly shining through their faces.
when zia looked through his pupils, she was also jealous of how un-boring taehyung's shade of brown was, because whenever she thought about her very dark ones, it was dull and boring.
but taehyung thought so differently from zia.
at this moment, taehyung finally realized that it was zia.
zia was the one who helped him,
zia was the one who knew him,
zia was the one who let him in,
zia was the one who led him on.
who kept him going, but he was too blind to realize.
then zia looked away. it must've been more than ten seconds. i'm sorry, i was caught up with the lighting and stuff, sorry.
taehyung coughed and chuckled to mask his embarrassment. no, me too. you don't have to feel sorry.
taehyung?
mm?
they looked at each other again.
fuck, she's so beautiful. taehyung thought.
i− zia paused.
she found herself looking at his lips, and he found himself doing the same.
___ i am so evil sometimes but im back from midterms
