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3rd person pov

After leaving Jeongguk's house, Tae decided to walk around until dark. Home was never something he felt he had, so he unconsciously searched for that place anywhere and everywhere.

He went deeper and deeper into town, passing a few older buildings accompanied by newest skyscrapers and with that nearing one of his favorite places - the town centre. It was on some kind of a hill, that resulting in the centre being one of the highest places here. From there you could even see the old Town. At night this few kilometer venue was the best one you could be at so far: the moving and stopping lights in the horizon from cars, different color lights from windows with curtains, planes, streetlamps; it all looked like a sky with colorful stars to Taehyung.

He was lost in his thoughts about past and present events. Trying not to think about anything that could make him feel off. His free time was mostly just walking and thinking, analyzing others, himself and certain situations. An unusual decision how to pass free time, but it was important to him. A stimulant in life.

He reached his destination. The time he walked there passed faster than expected as always. Tons of busy people scampering around like black ants annoyed him, with that Tae decided to find a park nearby and spend some time there. Lucky for him, not even five minutes later he saw the protection shield and trees behind it and took off to its direction; he craved fresh air already.

People were looking up and down on him in the streets, their sceptical glances were usual to the boy. He understood that seeing something you don't see every single day might even scare you. At least a little bit. Unusuals like him were considered either 'saints', defective individuals or just people who wanted to stand out for attention. The last ones have a name. And to Taehyung it was more known than to anyone else. The Fakes.
Thats why people looked down on him, relying only on their opinion. 'He couldn't possibly be a saint, right?'

With that sentence stuck in his mind, Tae took off his mouth mask and took in a deep breath of the parks' air. There weren't that many people, which he was thankful for. Peace was something he needed right now and right there.

While looking for a free spot, one thing caught his eye. There were men in black costumes to the far right corner of the park, two of them were sitting on the bench, while the third one was standing. He had a grey suit, unlike other unknown guys. Taehyung cut short his thoughts of suspicion when he saw them just relaxing and having a good time with a coffee cup in hands. This isn't some thriller movie where men in black suits and sunglasses when there's no sun are looking around for someone - he told himself.

Tae never stopped walking, but still taking his time to examine the three. He figured they just might be from some kind of an important company. But that wouldn't explain why the standing guy, who looked Taehyung's age was with them.

And if that's not enough, high-class companies dont let their people dye their hair any color that's not black or brown.

'Why is he allowed to have pink hair?'

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A/n wow what

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