"Yes...yes I understand!" Taehyung grumbled in pure annoyance while his manager had been blabbering over the phone about keeping a low profile in Paris. He was also furious with the fact that Taehyung had just fled without letting anyone know with his friends but the grey haired boy simply could care less.
Once he had hung up and through his phone on his white sofa, his eyes sharply turned to the walls. The walls had been bare and dull looking which made him feel itchy. Though Taehyung knew he had always been an empty person, somewhere deep down, he was colorful, bright, radiant, you name it. He loved being surrounded by color.
His eyes widened as a small pink building had settled in his mind and immediately, he was rushing towards his window, stubbing his toe on the leg of a table.
"Fuck," He hissed, eyes wandering for the familiar store he had saw when he first arrived. He frowned when remembering that he wouldn't be able to see it from his window. In an instant, he was already away from the window, rushing towards his bedroom, A rush of excitement ran through his spine, it was finally time for his to see what it was about.
He was in and out of his closet in about 3 minutes, throwing on a black t-shirt, faded blue skinnies and brand new gucci slides that he had gotten for free. Taehyung was the type of celebrity that would hint that they were rich by a small piece of clothing. When people did ask if what he was wearing was really from that brand, he was always flattered. He answered them in delight and was amused by their reactions.
A confident smirk fell on his lips as he watched his reflection put on his $200 sunglasses.
Once he was out of his apartment, he could already smell the feeling of freedom. He didn't have security with him, no paparazzi, not having to hide himself so he wasn't attacked by crazy fans. Taehyung could live like this forever if he truly wanted to.
As he walked, people around him walked by as if he was just a regular person and he began to think about what his life would've been like if he remained ordinary.
He chuckled to himself, I would be dead.
5 minutes felt like 3 seconds to him, he had been admiring the scenery and how everyone looked different from each other. There were a lot of foreigners in Korea but they had just been visiting or resided there though in France and probably a lot more other countries, there were a lot of people there had been born and raised in France but had different races, ethnicities, nationalities, religions and more. He had wish to see more of that where he was from.
He was in front of the store, already excited to look at some paintings.
Where Memories Meet
Taehyung was curious, where did that name come from? So many questions that needed to be answered, he couldn't sit back any longer. He pulled the door open and let himself be enveloped into a place full of colors and the smell of roses.
Yoongi leaned on the concrete wall, texting away on iMessage. He couldn't help but smile at how his new friend was so amusing.
To Namjoon:
You have some dark ass humor, are you suicidal or something?
From Namjoon:
;D Not really, no. I've always been like this.
To Namjoon:
Hey...I have a question.
From Namjoon:
Ask away.
To Namjoon:
What do you say about us calling each other?
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Fanfiction"Look at me," he began, his voice cracking in the process. "Look at me dammit!" The tears had already spilled but fortunately, they weren't visible to him. Shaking uncontrollably, his arms were spread. "Serre-moi dans tes bras très fort, à me fair...
