An old Japanese legend says that a man coming from the moon sometimes ties two people with a red thread, making them destined to be lovers, regardless of the place, time or circumstances. It can be stretched, tangled but never broken.
This is the st...
It's a Thursday afternoon. Tae has been busy with work for a while now. He usually is busy, but this week has been hectic.
"I'm finally home!" Its 3:20. This is kind of late for Tae, since he usually comes home at 1 or 2 pm. Tae takes off his shoes, and plops himself on top of Jungkook who was just watching tv. "Hyung! I can't- bReAtH!" Jungkook says in between breaths. Tae moves over a little bit, but he's practically still on Jungkook. Jungkook sighs heavily, mainly because it's kinda hard to breath. Jungkook notices how hard Tae has been working, so Jungkook just lets Tae lay on his chest.
In minutes, Tae fell asleep. Jungkook runs his fingers through Tae's hair. Then Jungkook fell asleep.
*Yoongi's POV.*
I walk out of my apartment wearing something simple. It was time for my course in Fine Arts. I texted Tae that class starts soon, and if I should go pick him up. I remembered I needed my keys so I go back inside and fetch them off my kitchen table. I then walk out and go to the first floor of the apartment. I check my phone. Still nothing from Tae. He hasn't even read it. 'Maybe he's already there?'' I make my way to class in hopes of seeing him there.
It's 4:20, class starts in 10 minutes. Tae is usually here by now. 'If you're early you're on time, and if you're on time you're late.' I know how Tae is about time. I decided to call Tae. No luck. I figured Tae lost track of time in the cafe and would arrive late. But that don't sound like something Tae would do. I choose to brush it off. It is Tae's life after all, I know I have no right getting into his business. So I went on, and took the class by himself.
Later a man approached me, and sat down next to me. "Hi!" Said the man with a bright smile plastered on his face. "Hello." I responded not paying much attention. The teacher walked in and started to talk about the class. The students assignment was to create something that represents emotion. I was confused on what to do, but in seconds, the perfect thing came to mind. And so, I went on, to create a masterpiece.
*Back at Tae's Apartment*
A couple of hours pass. It's now 6. Yoongi walks into the house. "Hey Tae, I came over to see what happened. You missed the class today and I figured I should-" Yoongi looked up to notice both boys were sleeping on the couch. He took off his shoes and dropped off something onto the counter.
He walked over to the boys. 'There he goes again, pushing himself to his limits.' Yoongi lifts Tae off of Jungkook. He puts him in his room and tucks him in. He walks to the living room again, this time picking up Jungkook. He lifts him up and puts him in his bed. He notices Jungkook's room is a bit messy, but is overall well kept. 'It wouldn't hurt him if I cleaned up a bit.'
Yoongi places Jungkook onto the bed. Yoongi started to put everything back into place. He noticed a brown box labeled, 'memories' in black sharpie. He picked up the box and put it on the shelf. Then continued to clean up. Once he was done he walked over to Jungkook's bed and finished tucking him in.
"Thanks hyung." Mumbled Jungkook under his breath. Yoongi was a bit shocked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." "It's ok. Be careful on your way home. Good night." Yoongi smiled and began to walk out the door. "Good night Jungkook, sleep well." Yoongi closed the door then walked to the living room. There he saw the canvas he had laid on the counter. Unsure what to do, Yoongi pulled out a post-it note, and began writing. He stuck the post-it under the canvas, and walked out.
It's now Friday, 7:33 am. Taehyung stretches and ruffles his hair. He suddenly remembered he had an art class to take. Panic entered Tae's eyes as he quickly rolled out of bed. 'Wait. What day is it?' Tae grabs his phone. 'Oh my god, it's Friday!!' Tae realized he didn't take a nap. He went to sleep.
He looks around and realizes he's in his room. 'When did I even get here?' Tae changes into his cloths, then walks pass Jungkook's room. 'Did Jungkook put me in my bed?' Tae shook it off. 'Well, What happened happened. There's no point in complicating things.'
Tae walks to the living room and makes some tea. Tae doesn't really like coffee in the morning, or coffee in general. The times he drinks coffee is when he works on an all nighter. But even that's rare, since he always gets his work done on time. Tae drinks his tea and gets ready for the day.
Tae usually spends his Friday's outside. He puts on his jacket, when he notices a note. Confused on what it is, he walks over and picks it up from the table. He reads the note.
'My Atelphobia and Philophobia became my pragmatic feeling.'
He ponders the post-it.
'This is Yoongi's hand writing.'
Tae grabs the canvas on the table. He was shocked. He studied the canvas deeply. It was him. But the man was angelic.
He had skin that glowed. It was so well drawn, Tae felt as he was looking at a twin. Tae grabbed his own face. 'Is my skin really that clear?' Tae studied how soft the hair looked. As if it were feathers. The way the hair fell almost looked like it was carved by god himself. It was this light brown. As if it were shining. His eyes were a deep blue. His eyebrows as light as his hair. His lips were a light pink. He looked as if he, himself was illuminating. He was glowing. Tae smiled. 'As if I look like this.'
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Tae put down the canvas. 'Yoongi must think I'm some god if he thinks I look like this.' Tae grabs the post-it note.
He sits and stared at the words. 'Atelphobia and Philophobia.' Tae looks at the words. 'What do they mean?' Tae try's to decode the word. 'Well. I know phobia means fear. And both words have it. So I'm guessing it's fear. So does that mean his fears came together? What does that mean? Did they form a bigger fear? But what is pragmatic?' Tae ruffled his hair. He decided to go to the smartest person he knew, besides Yoongi, Shiloh.
Tae grabbed the post-it, put on his shoes, and practically ran to Shiloh's apartment. He knocked on the door and Tom opened it. "Hey Tae! What brings you to this place?" Tom moving over to let Tae come in.
Tom and Shiloh are both roommates. Tae doesn't know what they major what Tom majors in, but he knows Shiloh majors in music. "Is Shiloh here?" Tae asks sitting on the couch. "Yea he's in his room, let me get him." Tom calls for Shiloh then walks back to the living room, where Tae sits.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Says Tom as he walks into the kitchen. "Just water please." Tom grabs two water bottles, throws one to Tae, then takes a seat. Shiloh then walks into the room. "Tae?" Shiloh walks in. "Hey, Shiloh. I- I need your help."
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Wow. I am such a boring writer. What am I doing? Well the next chapter is going to emphasize on the post it note. If you're not into Greek Mythology then the next chapter might not be for you. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it. If not, that's cool too. Have a good day/night
