M̥ͦḀͦR̥ͦM̥ͦḀͦL̥ͦḀͦD̥ͦE̥ͦ 🍯 suga

★ ︎SIX

[eden]

it never is a question of why, but when. isn't it?

warm, sepia toned memories of my father flooded my mind, memories of my younger self. i watched myself grow through his eyes, bows and pigtails clouded their glossy surface.

its not difficult to remember these tender emotions. it is, however, difficult to wake every morning in their absence. 

when i escape, as i often do, its always to this time, forever suspended in forgotten hope and love. its this escape that binds me to what will forever slip through my fingers. its always there to distract me, to keep me from what is tangible, demanding, and cold; to remind me that i am but a bird in a cage hung on a tree. perpetually tempted by what i must leave behind and what i cannot have.

"what could be taking so long?" namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the silence that settled in the stiff air.

"maybe he got lost." taehyung chimed in with a gentle nod as he stared off. "jin is not known for his sense of direction, huh?"

"hes so tall, like a lighthouse," jimin laughed, gleefully bouncing his shoulder against taehyungs'. "you cant expect a lighthouse to sail the ocean."

the blue headed boy only gasped, horrified, in response and mimed being shot. "ugh, poor jin hyung! jimin, jiminie, youre cruel! youre not saying jin hyung has the brain of a lighthouse, are you? so cruel!"

jimin could only laugh and endure the playful shoves and hits that came his way from taehyung as well as surrounding members.

jhope laughed loudly, "is it wrong to agree with him?"

each boy hollered and continued to take turns hitting both boys.

"i can go look for him!" i blurted, feeling useless and, well, bored. namjoon shook his head, grinning at me. he was going to say something when a very familiar voice caught all of our attention.

"ahh, look for who?"

i swung around, almost head-butting namjoon in the process, with squinted eyes. "look for who?" i repeated the lanky man. "i dont know.. this one dude.. just some random guy..." i swiftly rolled my eyes. "jin, i swear to god, we were going to put out an amber alert!" my comment was met with 7 confounded expressions. "its an alert for lost children," i mumbled quickly. "what... why... where were you?"

"ah," jin made his way to an open seat next to namjoon. "i was walking, and i saw so much fruit, but i had to go to the bathroom and look at my face in the mirror–"

"theres a mirror right there, jin." a quiet suga looked at the man side-eyed, motioning to the vast mirror with indifference, before sinking deeper into his seat next to me. i took this moment to observe him, the way his hair, like a wave, fell over his eyes, effectively shielding him from the real world. his eyes met my own in a languid glance, then again with a dazed gleam about them.

"uragh," i cleared my throat and swiftly averted my eyes, even turning myself away from the strange boy that took the seat to my left, leaving me sandwiched between namjoon and he as well as leaving me rather baffled; nothing hes done has made much sense and it stirred an pleasant uneasiness in me.

ugh, theyre all so peculiar, arent they?!

"a very good point has been made! sounds like you were just trying to escape my interview." i then began to fake cry, to which namjoon began to pat my back to 'console' me.

jin threw his head back, bewildered. "no! let me finish!" he proceeded to stop namjoon from consoling me and gave me a gentle push. a push that made me bump into yoongi, gently. the blush that engulfed my face was enough to make me want to break bricks and splinter wood.