airports ;; kim taehyung

iv. thoughts

y/n
there's a blur in my mind. i remember graduation, i remember crying, i remember my mother being arrested, i remember not seeing leah. i remember the party, the kissing my childish love, him proposing to soo-ah. i don't remember any names or faces. why?! why is my memory like this?!

the man at the café, he reminds me of the childish crush, the same deep ness in his voice, same mystery like the ocean, but it couldn't be him, could it?

a faint silhouette was getting out of a taxi outside our café at 11pm. is that soo-ah?

taehyung
she's gorgeous. y/n hasn't changed much, she's sadder, it's obvious. she reminds me of rain tapping on the window of my booth in the café. her and i's constant umbrella exchanges. it's never changed, even since high school. her eyes still flutter when someone says her name, her lips still pout when something's too hot, she still smiles with her eyes. i miss her, the way we were that one night. if only i'd rebelled earlier, run away earlier, if only i hadn't proposed to soo-ah that night. if only...

third person
they both sat at the windows of their rooms, in thought of each other, wanting to be with each other. looking out their windows to london and it's night time glory, the lights, the hustle in the streets. the yearning never ended