The shards had formed into a ebony skeletal form of wings. Taehyung could only sit there balling his eyes out in pain.
Bangtan went on complete hiatus. Big Hit didn't allow us to get anywhere near the internet. We weren't even aloud to go buy groceries for ourselves, we had our friends doing it for us.
Taehyung was constantly shaking and out of breath. We would each sit next to him, silently watching our friend collapsing in tramatic pain. No one could do anything, he would barely eat. He developed dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep.
Taehyung's trembling form only made me think of two things, desperation, and his regal, yet fragile looks. He was slowly dying, and everything he did was out of desperation. He looked like a porcelain doll, on the edge of a shelf, about to fall off. Beautiful, nonetheless, just on the verge of meeting his fated end.
He was purple.
