Staegma ✧ taejin

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agustd: thank you for 17 followers!

hopeworld: but.. those were just.. sellers. they're not there for music, but for customers.

kimdaily: you know what? I REALLY need a break from this Pathetic World, my friend is talking to someone again

hopeworld: kimdaily sleep?

agustd: it's called a nap. :)

Seokjin re-entered the game after lunch. He waited patiently until the screen faded back into Taehyung's room.

It was nighttime, basing on the dark sky beyond the window. Seokjin wondered how time worked around here. This is his fifth meeting with Taehyung but this is the first time it was night. Meaning, the day haven't even finished yet.

However, his virtual boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

"Taehyung?"

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Taehyung in his blue and red pajamas and. . .a red sleeping mask with a face on it, wrapped around his neck.

Seokjin took mental notes. It's quite fashionable.

From behind Taehyung was also a dark hallway, of some sort, with a blue wallpaper. He didn't get to see much of it because Taehyung had already closed the door.

"Seriously, how long are your days here? I've been away for three weeks and it's still the same day for you."

He looked up at Seokjin.

If you stop being blind to the world outside this window, then you'd know.

"That's a vague answer."

It's still an answer. It's up to you to decipher it, if you're smart enough.

"Oh."

Taehyung walked over to his bed, and prepared his pillow and blanket, while his back was facing Seokjin.

Now, Seokjin feels guilty. A fictional, non-existent, virtual reality character, who was also his boyfriend, was mad at him. Oh what could he do?

"If you stop being blind to the world outside this window, then you'd know."

blind to the world outside this window

outside this window

window

Seokjin opened the window and climbed on the tree. Taehyung's room was on the second floor of the house, as he noticed.

Come back here, Jin!

Ignoring the subtitles of Taehyung's protests, he carefully jumped the distance of the window to the tree, hearing a loud thump! in reality. Seokjin was taking ridiculously large steps around his room; dramatically, he went on the floor to act as if he was actually on a tree. Then he sat down on the floor of his room.

Below the tree was Taehyung's backyard. It was void of anything, except grass, and another tree on his left. The overall exterior of Taehyung's house was. . .creative, to be simple.

When Seokjin looked up, it was a different story.

The sky had grids all over them instead of stars. Actual grids, like those in Math notebooks.

Jin, you can't sleep there! Please come back.

(Seokjin forced himself to ignore the subtitles that was shoved in front of his vision.)