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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Staegma ✧ taejin
FanfictionIn which a (kind of) mischievous Seokjin has Taehyung as his virtual boyfriend. [inspired from a Japanese VR called Kanojo] COMPLETED The cover is made by @/painful_wishes !! Thank you!!
