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We're born in the moonlight

Ain't no fantasy


Taehyung closed his eyes. He finally handed the letter to Jimin, who then gave it to Hoseok, to give it to Jin.

Everything he felt, he thought—he poured it all out. It was as if an entire universe were poured and summarized in a single mug, decorated plainly, and wrapped around a wax seal and an attempt to draw The Gross Clinic.

Can't breathe in the sunlight

Gotta hide your heart

Taehyung walked towards the counter of the antique shop, dreading the fact he had to deal with work. He pulled his beret on his head.

It was just for distraction.

He was anxious about the idea of Jin actually receiving and reading it. It was pathetic. Taehyung seemed desperate.

We're born to be sad, sad, sad, sad

Suffer to be glad, glad, glad, glad

"You're mocking me." Taehyung told the radio, turning it off.

He played with the collar of his clothes. It was just for distraction.

He looked around the place. It was just for distraction.

He pulled the drawer by the counter table. It was just for distraction.

But Taehyung was no longer distracted when he realized that he accidentally sent the draft letter instead of the actual letter.

"Fuck."

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