The Effect Of Half Of A Biscuit and Tae

chapter-1

□ charger
□ underwear
□ bikini
□ extra pair of white jeans 'cause I don't want to take any risks
□ chocolate biscuits
□ earphones

Alright- everything seems alright.
Alright isn't good. I know I'm forgetting something but right now my mind is too overwhelmed to think about it.

In less than 12 hours I'll be boarding on a plane headed to South Korea to spend my summer there.

I found it a little strange at first when my parents gifted me this flight as an early birthday present, but than again- they  would do anything to get rid of me, anyone would- except for my sister, she has a maniac obsession with me and sometimes I think she isn't straight at all.

I guess this vacation will kill two birds with one stone.

Alight I'm rambling again-focus.

Wait, what was I doing again.

Oh yh. Packing.

Finally coming to a conclusion that I had everything I needed, I moved my suitcase in the space between my bed and desk.

As I sat on the bed, my hand- unintentionally may I add-  reached for the pack of chocolate biscuits sitting on my bed-side table.

Some people say I have an obsession with them but in my defence- they make me feel alive.

One bite.

Flavour explosion in my mouth.

Sparks are being created in there every second.

Down my throat it goes.

God it feels good.

It's in my blood now.

I feel it in my muscles.

I lose control and in seconds my tv is on, blasting bts' new song- Mic drop and my whole body starts moving to the rhythm.

I hear a knock at my door and my sister's face appears- a smirk on her face as she sees the half eaten biscuit in my hand and knows instantly what's going on.

There's no way back.

In seconds she's next to be moving her hips in ways I didn't know was humanly possible.

We dance until my body can take it- until the effect of half of a biscuit lasts.

In a blink of an eye she's gone and I'm back on my bed.

Chocolate biscuits had a strange effect of me- you know how ppl get high on alcohol and drugs- for me it's food.
Not just chocolate- give me any kinda of edible material and you'll lose me.
I think- well my super clever brain thinks- that this is because my food doesn't go in my digestive system but straight into my blood stream and therefore has an immediate reaction.

Pretty logical- I know.

I stare at my walls- all the white covered with millions of sunshines- my 7 babies.

My eyes rest on one in particular.

Him.

I made it my mission at that moment- I'll make this trip count.

I will- and I repeat- I will get too meet you this time.

Wait for me Kim Taehyung.