"Yah, watch where you're going!" Someone says as i frantically move my way through the bustle and crowd of the city.
I barely hear them. All of my attention is focused on making my way to the hospital, where I was to be expected.
A few hours earlier.
Rose's First Person POV.
I stand up and stretch my muscles, tired from lack of sleep. The sound of birds chirping indicates that it is early morning. Last night I was laying awake, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, contemplating what had happened yesterday.
"You can go home now and do something you would actually enjoy, with Taehyung."
What did he even mean? He probably thought I was a nuisance who hated history, which, in truth, I was, but still...
Ugh, this is all just too complicated. An exasperated sigh escapes my body. My stomach growls with hunger and I groan.
I want to get food but i'm so comfortable...
Fine. Giving in to my stomach's never-ending demands, I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. I skim over the contents of the inside of the fridge, until I find a pack of unopened sashimi just sitting out in the open. Perfect. Greedily, I snatch the pack and look around, making sure that no invisible form is around to steal my precious sashimi.
(This is lowkey me when I find food and I feel like Gollum when I do so XD)
I set the sashimi onto a small, round plate and start eating. By the time I've finished, pieces of fish are lining the sides of my face and around my mouth. Man, that food was good. I wipe my mouth with a napkin, and take my empty plate into the kitchen.
My plate is empty and rid of food, and it almost looks as if it was never even used. I stare at the dishwasher and then back at my plate. Opening the cupboard, I set my plate back inside. Nobody needs to know that my laziness overtakes my conscience.
My phone lights up with a text notification. I glance at my phone and my heart gets struck with a pang of sadness. My wallpaper was the selca that Taehyung had sent me, what was it? Two months ago.
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I haven't seen him in days. I wonder how he is doing, does he miss me as much as I miss him? Does he crave my warm touch against his, just the same as I do for him? Does the memory of us passionately kissing like we were the only two things in the world start a fire inside his heart, consuming him until the heat of it is too unbearable that he needs to see me and feel me?
