ʙᴀʜ, ʙᴀʜ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇᴇᴘ🐑 (MarkYong) [SLOW UPDATES]

六: Breathe

Taeyong often felt like he was suffocating whenever the night rolled around. Not because of the darkness that wrapped around him in a thick and heavy blanket.

But because his brain wandered relentlessly through all the thoughts and emotions he tried to suppress. It had been like that for as long as he could remember, and it only got worse after his parents passing.

He missed him mom, he missed his dad, he missed all those game nights they spent together at he dinner table even once Taeyong was getting close to twenty-two. He misses everything he took for granted.

He breathes in.

Mom. Warmth. Cookies. Yellow. Comfort. Peace.

He breathes out.

Dad. Cool. Bulgogi. Beige. Understanding. Peace.

He heaves out a sigh before making his way downstairs to the kitchen, in desperate need of some caffeine to calm him down, and hopefully put him to sleep.

He looks out across the street to the empty house that no one had living in for the past year or so. It recently had a sold sign slapped on top of the old for sale sign. He dread new neighbors.

His grandma would make him talk to them, his social anxiety would flare up, and he'd be a jumbled and hyper mess before he was done talking to them.

He always managed to make a fool out of himself one way or another, and he was determined not to this time. Or, at least to try and prevent it in any way possible.

He set his used mug down in the sink before returning to his room, shutting the thick black curtains on his windows to block out the blinding moonlight.

Normally it didn't bother him, he liked the moonlight. But tonight it just seemed to bright, too happy. And that was something he couldn't quite relate to.

He relaxed into his covers as he felt himself getting sleepier.

Breathe. He thought to himself as he steadied his breath.

Just, breathe,