POV: Junkook) he's such a jack ass! he doesn't smile anymore. doesn't talk. it's spread to! our band practice are 100% silent. all I get from him is his shoulder in my chest. His hoodie on i dream about remembering that feeling of his beautiful smile. his cute eyes. and perfect creese in his dimples. He was so perfect. but now, now i hear his soft cries from his room every night. Tae, where are you?
"practice is at 2." Said coach.
"ok." said jimin while turning the other way. it's been cloudy for so long. no rain, just humidity and clouds! like wtf nature!
i walked out to the garden. The old lush bushes were now yellow and dead. The bench was slightly damp. from what? i have no idea. at this point i don't want to know.
i stared at the dying rose and felt a cold need of sweat fall down my face. "what is happening?" i tried to think "why is everything so-" Taehyung ran across the garden, his hands in his pockets and his head down with his hood on. he flew by so fast i don't know how i recognized him. "Dead."
I decided to follow him. there has been so much boredom that any tea might end the silence. I ran to tae's Silhouette.
