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≠ Dead In Ditches ≠

To be completely honest, Taehyung didn't remember he changed into his oversized shirt and underwear then laid in bed and fell asleep reading one of his books. It was as if he suddenly just threw himself onto the bed and didn't remember practically passing out. That's why when he awoke, he was confused as hell and still sleepy. He opened his heavy eyelids to reveal strained, dark eyes that looked around the chamber bathed in the gentle light of morning sun pouring through the window. Slowly he brought his body to a sit and stretched his arms - joints popping mercilessly, making him quietly groan. He rubbed one of his eyes and finally brought his feet onto the ground, jumping slightly at how horribly fucking cold it was. Right - he forgot to shut the window. Wonderful, Taehyung. On the other hand the air in the room was so fresh and cool, it was quite nice... But still cold. And so, he hurriedly stepped over to the window and closed it, before collecting some warm clothes and rushing to the bathroom to take a hot shower. He could already tell that this day was going to be... Pleasant, but rough.

Whilst in the shower where warm water droplets hit his caramel skin, his mind began wandering. Wandering to places he didn't really want to reach when thinking consciously. He began thinking about his life back in Daegu, then the shitty job he was to visit later today ( okay, maybe not shitty yet, let's be nice to Namjoon ) and of course... The mysterious, so-called Agust, who's stare still sent absolute damn chills down his spine whenever he remembered it. He honestly never felt as terrified in life as he did when he felt that piercing gaze on himself. Just what was up with this guy?

He shook his head. He seriously didn't want to get his mind occupied with that right now. He had other things to do and sure as hell he's gonna attend to them just to pry those thoughts away.

Hopefully.

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This day went by faster than he'd want it to. He didn't even notice when 3:40 pm struck and showed up on the digital clock of his phone. He sighed softly and placed his almost empty cup of tea down on the table he was sitting by, just to get up and head over to his room. It was his first day as a barman so he had to look presentable, right?

He chose a simple, white v-neck shirt, black ripped pants to go along with it; rotten-green jacket and to top it all off - a black choker and black, short martens shoes. He headed over to the bathroom to fix his goddamn mess of red hair - he was quit pleased seeing that it was growing out. Good. He wanted it slightly long so that he could tie it. He loved his hair, really, and so he didn't want to get rid of it but sometimes it was getting on his fucking nerves. Once he was done with brushing his hair he put just a little bit of eyeshadow on to bring out his eyes and smeared some chapstick onto his dried lips. Finally he was ready to go - and five minutes before the meeting time. Goodie, great, maybe he would manage to make a good first impression.

He was downstairs after just a moment once he's locked up the door and checked twice if it really was locked since - fuck, he never trusted himself too much, especially now that he had a whole flat under his eye. Sure, Jin has other sets of keys but that didn't mean he could just freely lose each and every one of them.

He stood besude the door of Jin's room - this time leaned against the wall quite a distance away from it, remembering how he almost got smacked right in the face because of how harsh the blonde was to open doors. After like a minute of him standing there, the door did open, just a whole lot calmer. He heard the two males speaking to each other in soft tone and once he lifted his head, he saw them kiss through the slightly opened door. He almost cooed at the cute gesture - they were so adorable together honestly and he longed to be like this one day as well. But, for now, he had to focus on work and actually affording living.