Taehyung

The bell that hanged from the clear glass door ringed throughout the entrance of the quiet book store. My eyes look up to spot the soft and elegant guy that held in his left hand a brown mottled journal between his long fingers. He always brought along a dark black pencil that sometimes would tend touch his light pink lips as his face was in deep thought. He was exquiste in every possible form. This was his routine since the first day he stepped in here. He continuously visited the deserted place and I couldn't help not glancing his way everytime. I observed him as his hand moved across his journal in quick motions; I was eager to know what he brushed onto that piece of white squared paper. One day as I clean the small table he sat near the lone and old bookshelf, there layed a crumbled piece of paper that read the name of the alluring anonymous boy... Taehyung.