STRETCH or TANGLE [JHS] ✅(Unedited)

{IV}🍂

Sitting on the wooden floor, Raya was watching Nile dancing through the mirror, with her mouth ajar.

"Girl, have some break! It's been almost nine hours!" Frustration that laced along her pleadings since she was gone tired of telling her this one same thing repeatedly since the lunch. But Nile on the contrary, not tend to listen to anything and continued her practice, ignoring all the surroundings.

Gave up on embarking further, Raya shook her head in defeat.

"I wonder, if this is the death of you."

Hearing that, Nile hastily halted on her movements. For a moment, her eyes trailed up to her head to toe on the reflection.

"Right," she mumbled, "If this is the death of me, then the world will watch me smiling, while I'm dying...gladly."

Raya rolled her eyes and stood up.

"I fear." Raya shrugged.

"Of what?" Nile asked coldly.

"The death might not be your passion, but your stubbornness." She replied staring through the mirror, at a confused Nile, whose face instantly replaced with a strangling temper.

"True, that I like your creative saying on me. But you know what Raya," She got closer to her holding the fire on the tip of her nose,

"I didn't ask you for your fucking advise." Rasped through her gritting teeth.

Raya felt the flicker of nervousness tensed her body under her firing gaze. Yet she tried to oppose.

"O-oh heck! I wasn't advising you gosh!"

"And you better not."

Her hellishly tight perception was not a good potential for bickering. Raya gulped down the raw and stepped back and murmured to herself.

"God! I'd rather talking with a stray dog unless you."

"Yes you should. Now would you mind leaving the fuck outta here!" Nile grasped loudly.

"Yeah yeah, besides, who wants to waste their valuable time on a mad peasant like you!" Raya shouted back on the way leaving the practice room.

"Shut the fuck up and get out!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Bitch!"

•••••

It was a beautiful evening. The color changing spectacles across the sky was breathtaking. Faint raspberry blended with orange hue, light silver lining with each layers were playing all over the sky while the tired sun was settling down in the west coast. As soon as the sun down the afterglow was lingering on the horizon. So pleasing!

A beautiful evening with Nile.

Hobi was sitting, leaning against the wall, holding the polaroid photo where Nile was a drunk purple clown. She was all drunk that evening and kept whining on to become a clown and how he ended up making her a sweet little clown with his cracky, sweet territories. Remembering all those sweet moments, a hard and bitter smile settled down his lips.

Nile usually never liked to take much photos. But if she ever did, they must had to be polaroids and loved to keep them in her personal albums. And this was one of them.

An evanescent souvenir.

"Man, how long will you sit down there? C'mon, we gotta leave now." Jimin urged Hobi while zipping up his jacket. Hobi hummed through his admiration. But all of a sudden, his soft features coaxed into an unreadable aspect. He got up abruptly shoving the photo into the sweat pant pocket and snatched the hoodie.

"Hey hyung, where are you going? Did you forget it's the registration day?" Jimin reminded him in a flash turning his neck to the view on the mirror.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes, you go."

"But hyung, where are you exactly going?" Jimin eagerly approached, considering Hobi's impulsive state. Before leaving the hall Hobi stopped by the doorframe, breathing out the long woeful sigh.

"Mourning."

"Oh my god! Who dead?"

"My love."

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