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"You look depressed."

The angel spoke. His voice was deep, velvet dragging on the walls, and it sounded nothing like the high pitched fairy voice Jungkook had assumed it would sound like.

"What?"

"I said, you look depressed," the angel repeated. He clenched his hands together in front of him and Jungkook realized there was a camera dangling around his neck.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "And why did you push me?"

"I pushed you because people on swings should be pushed."

The words were so simple, but they made Jungkook feel like there wasn't enough air in the world for him to inhale. This boy... he looked like an artist.

"Well," Jungkook's tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He wished he could pull it off. "What if I didn't want to be pushed?"

The boy tilted his head to the side. "Why wouldn't you want to be pushed?"

"Because..." Jungkook couldn't think of what to say. He studied a crack in the sidewalk and wished that it would open wide and swallow him up.

All the while, the angel's red hair burned like the sun.

"Can I take a picture of you?"

Jungkook looked up. The angel was holding his camera in his hands. It looked old, beaten up, but Jungkook couldn't see very well so maybe he was wrong.

"But you don't even know me."

The angel paused, and the camera slipped from his grasp to once again dangle around his neck. "Ok, then tell me your name."

Maybe it was a stupid thing to do, but Jungkook did it anyway. "My name is Jungkook. What's yours?"

"Taehyung," the boy smiled. "And now we know each other. Can I take a picture of you?"