melt ⚣ jjk.kth

『 prologue; sunday 』

prologue; melt
sunday

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❝I'll give out and give in... it's only a matter of time.❞

It's warm.

Maybe too warm, in fact. For most people at least. I've taken a fondness to it, having practiced being around the high temperatures for years, up to the point where standing in a measly seventy-five degrees had me shivering in a body sized coat. I guess it's safe to say I spend most of my time in an oven, to put it bluntly. It is kind of peculiar- but I find it laughable when one of my family members call me out for dinner due to my energy being channeled solely to tinkering my current piece yelling, "Taehyung!" All the while sweating pools in their clothes. Sometimes I'm able to catch onto their voices calling from the door, but sometimes I don't. Usually by the time they call, I'm too far gone.

There's a playlist going through my favorite songs, OK and Nonsense to name a couple, through a speaker I placed in the coolest corner of the hot shop, as ironic as it sounds. I don't have any memories of moving it anywhere else but I need to put it on a full blast in order to hear it within my working radius. So, within this point in time, the only thing gaining my acknowledgment of existing is the furnaces, the heat, and the several tools covering the several tabletops.

And then I play with taffy. Ultimately, that's what I'm doing. Something seeming unbreakable yet fragile can become so versatile and uncontrollable, with only my breath, a wooden spoon, and a pair of tweezers to tame the beast. I'm probably squinting trying to get every detail as I envisioned it, but as the laws of the universe seem to retain us, it probably becomes a totally different picture in its three-dimensional form. I think every creator must carry that burden until they've reached their full potential. There's a twist of a stick here, rounding off the spoon there, and perhaps a pinch as if guiding the material to follow such an envisioned result. If successful there's a smile and a continuation to the next part, but if not, it would seem I'd stay correcting it until I was satisfied.

And therefore, my room was filled with successes, failures, and everything in the gray. I didn't mind it much. In fact, it was refreshing to see my progress throughout the years. It was much like a photo album, years and years of memories compacted together in a single space.

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But it didn't last long.

It all went by too fast.

There were hammers, wrecking balls, only weapons of destruction, trying to avoid blending with the tools of creation.

Only my pair of hands plus one others were witnesses, trying to salvage all we could.

But it was mostly futile.

The clock was ruthless to us, showing no mercy with every dreaded second flying.

Many of the unbreakable were broken-

-and I was left in the cold.

This Sunday was exactly a year ago, a Sunday that need to eradicate, the Sunday that considered my past erased.

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A/N: I'm sorry if this is bleh, but I had an idea and I'm not sure how else to edit this in order to make it seem more fluid... and to those that could figure out what he's doing in the prologue, I applaud you. XD