If I could have the exceptional ability to teleport or the surreal power to camouflage even once in my lifetime,I would wield it all in this moment,right here.
The warm evening breeze feels oddly cold and bitter. Despite the gentle gust of wind,I sense tiny drops of perspiration rolling down the back of my head, anxious voices knocking down the doors of a turbulent mind.
But nothing matters as of this moment because the gush of embarrassment, discomfiture is far more weighing and bothersome than the fact that I'm an imbecile.
The fine figure in my plain sight quitely sighs,his piercing gaze unmoving and his right hand gripping on the rubber coated handle of his bike while the other rests smoothly on his waistline, a certain gesture to hint that he's waiting.
What should I do!?
Run,is all i can suggest myself.
"Ah Taehyung,you k-know the infamous lil gang of town that steals,right? I think I left the windows open and they might burgle and.." with as furtive steps as possible,I back away with a seepish and deceivious smile on the lips.
"Planning on running away Jimi-
Oi Park Jimin!" Taehyung exclaims.
I can hear the disbelief and exclamation in his voice as I sprint down the intersection that stirs as the early evening slowly darkens.
With a quick twist of head,I glance back in a tiny fear of being chased but to my relief i find Taehyung standing dumbfounded and bellowing my name in utter annoyance.
And all of a sudden,the present scenario seems oddly amusing,making me burst into a huge fist of laughters. My entire being feels lighter as if it's solely meant to fly and everything seems to tickles my skin against it's will.
The gentle ticklish winds caressing my face makes me smile,the uncertain urge to break free and fly across the mountains and the rivers makes me smile,the image of a flustered Taehyung makes me smile.
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Exhausted from a long,tedious day and excessive running and knocking my head twice,I slump against the fleecy sheets of mattress,eyes drooping close and mind vacant,very unlikely.
A wide twilight sky stretches outside the casement,last of the tinted orange fading into a hue of soft yale blue,creating faint silhouettes of distant concrete buildings and unfamiliar passerby. Flower hawkers wander down the crooked streets, tinkling their bicycles to engage attention,vendors hustle to commence their sale,frequent chimes of cafes proclaim the arrival of their customers,cheery giggles and chirpy laughters suffuse as cluster of kids chase each other.
I lay flat and still,shrinking deeper into the mattress with ever crossing minute. Lethargic and drained and absolutely hungry. I ignore and I stay persistent,too tired to grab a meal and and give in to the growing growls.
But for how long can one resist hunger? Slipping out of the bed,i rummage through the kitchen cabinets,almost empty of it's content. Inside the fridge lies milk from last night ,some stale cucumbers along with other stale veggies.
On the counter lies the carton of cereals with bold,italics fonts "Your friend forever and all time savior: Britts Cereal,now in Mango!" along a lame ass cartoon of a little ape enjoying the cereals with mother ape and father ape. Who the fuck would try a brand from the cover of an ape liking the cereals? I did.
"Because of you I had to ghost these empty cabinets only to end up empty handed,learn to get that damned food on your own" i whisper while poking the stomach.
Shuffling around the kitchen,I open the cabinets all over again as if expecting a grand,lavish buffet this time. A heavy sigh escapes my lips when the doorbell digs. Few loud and brisk knocks against the door soon follows after.
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Wildflower| Vmin
Fanfiction"You're like a rare flower blooming on an arid desert. A wildflower." Where two boys encounter each other by their perfectly aligned windows in an insignificantly tiny town and strive to mend the broken other.
