27 July, Friday
3:50 AM
With bolted doors and hastened windows,the town slumbers through the dawn chorus of warblers. The rusted lamp posts illuminate the dark streets, faint horns of distant trains charging the morning silence.
In the mild weather, my feet tap against the concrete of the pavement. I glance at the sky that's littered with luminous bodies, clustered into constellations that I can't pinpoint.
My hands are shoved inside the pockets of my khaki shorts,paired along a thin,white semi collared shirt. I playfully toss the tiny,solid rocks when a faint click of door bring my movements to a halt.
Wrapped in a cotton white casual shirt and a pair of charcoal black ankle length pants, Taehyung looks divine,conspicuous in the inky darkness. A sable black beret rests over his head and obscure the green highlights. Quite as ever,he collects his bike and paces towards me.
"You are early." he remarks.
"So are you" I smile.
In the early darkness, when stillness surfs on the streets, silence lingers in air and tranquility settles in deep, I could not help but admire him.
"Get on, decently" Taehyung commands,motioning to the end seat of his bicycle. Grinning to no one in particular, I take the seat, decently.
The bike comes into motion, slightly squeaking in the fairly quite neighborhood.
"Where are we going?" I ask, eagerness as clear as crystals.
" Zue Street 357"
" Why?" I emphasize on the 'y',too curious for my own good.
"To bury the bodies I have been hiding there for weeks" Taehyung snaps, voice dangerously low and threateningly deep.
"Mm? If that's the case, I suggest we burn them instead."
Dense clouds of thick, pestering silence once again reveal themselves around us, and most precisely, above his head
"Jimin-ssi?" He breaks.
"Yes?"
" Shut up please"
The blurted words don't bother me, they rather deepen the intense desire to pester him and provoke him more, that too knowingly.
So far, I have acknowledged that Taehyung isn't all unicorns and rainbows, and now that I ponder, he reminds me of the sea;pacific, deep and definitely salty.
Yet, like the surging waves of a boundless sea, he fascinates me.
Soon, we silently pass the lamp posts aligned down the street and the 'sweet' homes that reside in tiny neighborhoods.
Quite expectedly, a certain fine, darkened house catches my sight.
"STOP! STOP! STOP!" I whisper shout.
"What is it!?" Taehyung demands as he steadily applies the brakes.
"Ever heard of sweet revenge, Taehyung-ssi?" As swiftly as I could, I get off the bicycle without much obstruction.
"What?" I can clearly sense that Taehyung's displeased but holds onto his composure nevertheless.
"Never mind, I'll show you one. See that house there Taehyung-ssi? There lives a very evil person." I glance at Taehyung to ensure he is paying heed and quite surprisingly, he is.
"Yesterday this evil scumbag humiliated Jungkook for being a 'faggot' just because he's a timid and a mousy character. " I quietly narrate while hunting for a favorable weapon.
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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.
