❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

19

Next day

Unremittingly the feathery rain dashed against the glas, its slim fingers thrumming against the window, steadily in aim to alert on his melodic artwork. Its beg dulled by the glas meets merely my classmates' rejections who had avoided the nerve racking gray of the sky already for long. Because no one sees the art of the gray and white nuances, only the nature was able to create, swallowing each other. And as it was supposed to be the artwork in my eyes got now mixed upwith my mind's fog when I thought back to yesterday.

" It's your words. My love is your words."

Firmly like a column I had sculpted those words now into the room around us, unknowing wether he'd steady himself on it or if he'd let it break. But he seemed to execute neither the one nor the other thing. Instead, he let the flying of seconds and minutes play, the time steadily caught in the look connecting both of us. Just like the seconds also the centimeters separating and clutching us flew, when I drew closer to the artwork of flesh and blood, that honored my eyes with its uniqueness. I made my mind draw a painting of every detail in his face, his mouth corners seeming to be more rigid than a stone and gave his face this certain timelessness, just like also the marked bulge connecting the slightly spiky hills of his top lip with his delicate nose. Every detail seemed to be constructed by masters of architecture, a miracle that would never live up to the fragile body of the human it lived in. But suddenly the colors of the picture that had reduced our distance dissolved to unrecognizability, when he was immediately jumping back with a lightning move and found purchase on the opposing wall. His eyes, that were still layed on me, were frozen by panic. Recalling his seemly very marked fears of contacts I looked for a reality apologising my improvident acting and also explaining Suga's acting being untypically needy for closenessfor a split second. But unfortunately I had to be content with the reality I was in at the moment. And this made me be groping in the dark which solely lasted for a few seconds to the moment, when the bathroom's door opened with a quiet clicking that seemed for the silence between us to be plugged to loudspeakers though. Like rode by an invisible power my head uppered automatically, away from theartwork formed as a human. A storm of diasppointeness came over me, drowning my hope, which had made me think Jungkook would've followed me fearing our friendship's certain end, while he would let both of us carry the truth that connected him with the others and accepted me in the group of the knowing. But I was only awaited by a strange face its owner disappeared in one of the cabins after also he had surveyed me with a curious glimpse just like everyone I didn't know. I wanted to turn around to Suga and rescue the perfection of our previous moment that got destroyed by this unpleased guest, when I realized that the artwork itself, that has been able to make the moment so perfect, had apparently disappeared. No matter which angle I turned to, none brought Suga back. However, I didn't get out of letting this weird uniqueness of this boy draw a dreamy smile on my lips, when I went outside the room. Merely the thinking about him had erased my whole sadness.

That even the memories of Suga made me smile I only noticed when a stretching pain went through my mouth corners previously being pulled up cluelessly. Still forgetting about the sadness from yesterday I aped my classmates who were thereof an only sparsely number and left the classroom immediately. While the school building was puking out pupils every minute and sent them to their way home I went by old habit to the place that was as of late my only reason to enetr the school every day with happiness and excitement. But when I closed the door to the little room behind me, the artwork, which created the magic wrapping the time I spent here, wasn't findable. And again the bittersweet panic of not seeing him again came over me like a storm that had waited too long to come. I blamed the inexplicably expection of meeting him every day every time for me overreacting. Cautiously I targeted my last hope and walked to the louche, rear cabin. What I found wasn't what I had expected. Because all I was able to find at the wall was today's date and a time. But that was all necessary. Because it was a promise we would see each other again.

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