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Kim Taehyung.

D-5, 8th October 2017.

"Follow me and I will beat you up. Go back. Take care of Seokjin hyung".

Taehyung was so confused with whatever's happening at that point of time. Everything escalated quickly. First, it started with Yoongi and Jimin, as they left the restaurant then the argument with Seokjin and Hoseok, making Hoseok leave as well. He didn't go back, Seokjin had Namjoon, Jungkook and Sejin by his side to take care of him. Taehyung decided to just leave, considering his phone and wallet was already with him when he left to chase after Hoseok. He went to a nearby convenient store as he went to grab a cup of ramen noodles, paid for it as he unpacked it and warm it up with the hot water they prepared in the shop. He sat by the window while waiting for the noodles to cook. They didn't even get to finish their dinner properly because of everything that had just happened so now, he decided to have a light dinner for a while. He checked his phone to see if anyone had called him but there weren't any calls not message and he felt sad. Was this actually happening? If they all left, then, where will he go?

After a few minutes, he opened the lid of his ramen noodles as he began slurping his dinner in, grabbing a bottle of mineral water halfway to quench his thirst. Once he was done with his dinner, he went out and took a stroll around Busan, enjoying the cold night breeze. He followed the direction of the breeze, where it was coming from, and it led him to the beach, the same one they went to just now. Why did this have to happen? It was only a few hours ago where all of them was just at this beach, having fun but it felt like years have passed. He walked pass by it on the pavement, staring far into the beach, enjoying the breeze when he saw a familiar back of someone.

"Hoseok?" he spoke to himself as he took a better look at the clothes the person was wearing. It was Hoseok. It definitely was him. Taehyung hesitated. He wanted to go to Hoseok, asking if he felt better, and that if he wanted to come back but what Hoseok said to him kept ringing in his head. If Hoseok was still mad, he didn't want to disturb Hoseok. Taehyung was afraid. And so, with a sigh, he let Hoseok be by himself as he continued walking on the pavement, passing by the beach. He then saw a wood twig, picking it up, dragging it with him. Passed by the beach, now he was walking along a bridge that'll lead him to the bus terminal. Passing by the bridge, he saw a can of red bull placed on top of a railing by the bridge. As he approached it, using the wooden twig he was holding, he hit the can, throwing it off the railing, falling onto the sea and together with the can, was the twig that he was holding. He continued pass the bridge, spitting his phlegm on the pavement that was clogging his throat. He walked for a few more minutes after crossing the bridge, leading him to the bus terminal.

"One ticket to Seoul please," he asked when the person behind the counter replied to him, "the last bus to Seoul has already departed".

"Ah..." Taehyung dragged his words softly before he thanked the person and walked off, out of the bus terminal, sighing once again. He took out his phone and saw that it was already 11pm.

'maybe this is for the better' he told himself.

Maybe it really was. He only knew of two places to go; their house... or his. Their house wasn't an option, especially when he doesn't have the keys with him nor was he even sure if any of them went back there. So that was definitely not a recommendation. The option he had was his house, and he knew that it wasn't a good choice either. How much he wanted to avoid going back there and how happy he was when he found the boys. So maybe this was for the better, the fact that he was not able to go back to Goyang-si for a while. Not having any other plans, he once again went to walk around the streets of Busan. Most shops were closed and the lights from the lamppost were shining as brightly as ever. There were a few shops opened; BBQ Restaurants, Clubs and Karaoke Bars. None which Taehyung felt like going to and so he went back to another convenience store nearby where he got himself a can of red bull, drinking it, continuing his stroll around the streets of Busan. He liked how tranquil it felt. He did like it, but it was only for a while when he realised how lonely he was. His hands and feet became colder from the breeze and that was when he remembered about the boys. How they love and cared for him. How them being there with him made everything felt warmer. He missed the boys, he really did. He continued walking when he saw a shop opened far down the street. He walked closer to it and realised it was that kind of thrift shop and that it was open for 24 hours. He walked in the shop, see if there anything he could get, maybe snacks or maybe a book and pen for him to write or read with while he sits somewhere, a park or back to the beach again. He could've taken the cab back to Goyang-si too but he knew it would cost tons and he didn't want to waste his money like that. He continued walking around the shop when he spotted spray paints at the side of the shop. He remembered the day clearly where he and Jimin pinned Seokjin on the wall and sprayed paint all over his body. He gave a soft smile thinking about that day before he decided to get one of it, the black one along with a few other snacks and this time, a can of coffee. Paying for the things he bought, he once again went out to find a place to go to. Not wanting to get caught, Taehyung carefully paid attention to his surroundings, making sure he went somewhere where there wasn't any surveillance camera to the place where he was heading to. He headed in an alley where he didn't find any camera around after turning around almost 10 times. That was when he settled down, placed his phone, wallet and the plastic bag on the floor. In case, just in case, he pulled on the hoodie of his jacket so he could hide his face. He picked up the spray paint he bought and started shaking it, mixing all the mixture inside properly before he thought of what to draw. Without much thoughts, he began to draw whatever he had on his mind. He wasn't any sort of artist nor was he born with such talent but he just started spraying on the wall.