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『—𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓—』 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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The next three days went by and the situation was still left unsolved. The stark sky being the opposite of the gloomy mood that lingered from yesterday, although the chills of fall's breeze flattered the setting he assessed from the certain male's room.
JUNG HOSEOK rushed out and bought groceries from a nearby open market as staying over placed him with a disadvantage when he grew sick with little to no ingredients to use for making dishes that matched his appetite— eggs, cup noodles, canned foods, half a carton of milk, and two boxes of oatmeals and cereals upsetting him of how unhealthy Taehyung's usual meals were.
Therefore, with his clothes unchanged of a loose grey sweater, converse shoes, and plaid pants, and borrowing one of the younger's jackets, he withstood the piercing gust of the air and the endless, gentle howls of the wind. On his way back with freezing fingers seeking for warmth inside his car with its air condition adjusted to comply to his needs, he admired the colors of red, brown, and orange doused with yellow and a minuscule of green, the trees discarding their covers with leaves falling, now laying gently unto the ground, making way for the upcoming winter's reign.
A number of people were scurrying on the sidewalks with multiple coatings of cloth, his gaze sweeping them in his vicinity when he slowly drove towards the stoplight, pushing on his brakes when the light turned red, several individuals crossing the road, mouths huffing cold breaths, ears flushed with profound blush and lips crisp as his with fists shoved inside pockets.
He stared at the glaring ruby, the shade of color inducing him to his own world, his mind being a whole universe when he mused to the past days that occurred with the given seconds to wait. Although, nothing much changed.
If he hadn't known Taehyung much, he'd be a fool to his lies and exceptionally good pretenses. Such that he'd exit his lair with a finely constructed smile, laugh with a harmonious timbre and crinkled eyes, crack amusing jokes to ease him, exceptionally divert the emotional topic he'd avoid, and lie. Continuously, ceaselessly, cataclysmically.
Regardless of these, Hoseok noticed those vague flaws, the faults that turn people with working eyes and keen senses purportedly blind. Those who fail to see a broken person. He had discerned his muffled sobs when he'd listen from the balcony, he'd distinguish the dried tears on the sheets, and the ashes on the sink's drain, the scent of citrus lemon air freshener diffused in the tiled bathroom to diminish the smoky odor mistaking to deceive him.
It'd take him a few length of time to recognize what was wrong, and steering the direction of his vehicle to make a swift turn when the light glowed green, his assumptions were right to see the blue minivan parked in its usual spot— under the aged tree across the apartment building— its condition old and disfigured with tainted windows tarnished by cracks. Similarly, the car would leave after the clock strikes on eight in the evening, and somehow it would return in the early morning.
