airports ;; kim taehyung

x. single tear

y/n
tommorow had come. it was raining less i guess, the guy from yesterday hadn't come back which is what leah had told me. i am gonna go downstairs in an hour or so i guess, i'm gonna start a new life here so i might as well start a new career is what i'd thought before i left korea, and now i'm gonna live up to it, i've always wanted to be an author, i'm good at writing, so might as well, what could go wrong?

tae
i went back to the cafe, i should give that girl the umbrella back, in case it rains again, i saw here there, she was wearing a skirt with a sweater with a beige coat laying on the seat next to her, she was wearing round glasses while sipping coffee and writing something, she tore a page out and crumpled it up. she was about to leave when our eyes met, i handed her the umbrella and mumbled thank you, while she fit it in her bag and... the paper that was in her hand before was on the floor, as i went to tell her, she'd already rushed out into the sea of umbrellas as it was raining yet again, what a city this is.

both
" everyone sees a girl, a perfect yet fragile girl, a happy yet beautiful girl. she looks in the mirror, she sees someone else, she sees a crack, she sees a broken girl, she sees ugliness, she sees fat, she sees imperfection, she cries. most people love this girl. she always tells people "no one will love you if you don't love yourself" so how come everyone loves her, she's hurt yet broken. she's got no fixing, no cure for this feeling. why? why her? "
said the page, a tear dropped, soaking into the page.