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Lights of different colour glitz up the ferris wheel that floats above two men, one dressed like a grown-up and the other styled in a pretty kid gown. Both of their mouths are wide open, the food the taller's holding is now getting cold because of the breeze, but no one dares to speak up first. That's until one of them turned his head with eyes glossed in lights emitted by the lampposts near the bench they're sitting on. In his eyes, you can see the story of their youth and hear Paris on repeat. His eyes were fixated on his, and he wants to fall in love with him again, but only for this Sunday night.
"Hey, Seokjin. Come out of your lair and let's drift off to the grocery store!" A boy in seven years of age shouted to the little shadow behind a pink curtain, the owner of the floral backyard he's standing on. Planted on it were faintly pink-blushed peonies, lively and bright sunflowers and a bunch of white daisies, which is everyone's favourite. The said boy, Seokjin, pushed the ring loops to the side glancing back and forth at his maple door, and softly mouthed, "B-but Taehyung, my mom and dad told me to stay home this time! Also, I am painting my dreamland project."
"They always tell you that. C'mon we can buy your favourite candy bag and tacos!"
"How am I supposed to go down then?"
"We did this too many times, Seokjinnie. You can do it!" Well, it took three to four minutes of serious contemplating before Seokjin climbed along the almost dead, fat twig nearest to the window ledge down to the brick patio.
"You look great with your bangs puffy and rabbit pyjamas paired with those furry slips."
Seokjin phony hummed, "Thanks for the not-so-compliment, Taetae."
Their arms arched and intertwined on each other's shoulders as they pave their way to a somewhat large convenience store located on the opening of their moonlit neighbourhood.
Seeing two grooving, suave wannabes whilst walking on the city streets is so absurd-looking, considering the fact that the path is also wet from the storm that dropped ten minutes ago.
"Oh, how I'd love to go to Paris again and again and again~" Seokjin singsonged, turned his body three hundred and sixty degrees, and embraced the thick mist of the air he's currently breathing.
"How I'd love to go to Paris again~" the other kid repeated the flow and the melody, as if spoofing the first speaker.
"A-are you trying to mock me, Taehyung? I didn't sing it like that and everybody knows it!"
"As far as I'm concerned, the whole town is in the ship of Z's right now." Seokjin's whole face is red and has smokes blowing from his nose and ears.
"See you at the ministop, my lovely, fuming, Seokjinnie!"
"I hope you skid on the oil, and go to hell!" And they ran their lungs out on the road that reflects the light of the heavens above.
Panting one, two and three puffs out of their chapped lips, and they're finally stood on the red carpet of the five-and-ten. Echoing chimes surrounded the whole shop, yet the woman behind the counter is still typifying the man on her screen. There's only one black shelf on the left, third in the row, that they always put their hands on. The words and tune of Paris cannot leave their mouths still and all, and that's what woke the skirt that's quietly personifying the gent locked up in her frame.
"That's a hundred and five dollars," she said nonchalantly, with her head slightly down, presumably looking at the hombre again.
"You haven't looked at our groceries just yet, how could you know the price? It's not the same as before," Taehyung queried, kind of annoyingly hinted on his tone.
"Whatever's in your basket, they're always a hundred and five dollars."
"If you insist so, here's your money. Keep the change." The chimes ringed once again, but it's too late as her gaze shifted to the ten dollar bill on her tabletop.
Cold winds and dried leaves hit their cotton-clothed skins as they're bodies surge through the storm in the park that's dead as of the night. A bark visibly carved with their names and a heart between is proudly upright beside the koi-inhibited fountain spring.
"Let's sit under our tree again, Taehyungie!" Seokjin happily yelled, his hair bouncing and flying in the air whilst hitting his palms together.
"Sure! We always hang around there an-," Taehyung's lips stopped from moving as Seokjin's smile full of delight and lustre captivated his gaze.
"Taetae, it's bad to stare at me for that long."
"You're a nuisance. Do you know that, Seokjinnie?"
"I know, but I still wanna fall asleep on your shoulders after we eat these snacks tonight."
"Do whatever you want then."
"The sky looks very pretty, right, Taetae?" Seokjin muffled as he munches on his frozen chocolate-coated strawberry they bought from the distracted gal earlier. Taehyung just hummed and nodded a little bit, taking a share from the younger's pack.
"Hey! I'm suing you Kim Taehyungie for stealing my strawberries," Seokijn squealed, cheeks jutted containing air.
"But I only got one," the older reasoned out whilst holding his half-eaten fruit but without the sweetener now.
"S-still, whatever! I'm going to lay my head on your shoulders now!" Seokjin marched forward and lounged himself beside his dearest friend under the tree of promises, closed his fluttering lids and lashes and traveled his dreamland.
"Don't you worry, keep on sleeping." Taehyung knows, he knows that this night could be for better or worse.
A myriad of Zs can be seen breaking through Seokjin's mouth as he's still busy talking with the fairies and dragons he summoned in his wonderland. Meanwhile, Taehyung layed his head on the other's, guarding the whole garden even the sunrise itself.
"Wake up, Jinnie. It's our most favourite time of the day." The call caused Seokjin to soft grunt, slightly sticking his eyebrows together.
"Give me a little bit more, please. Who wants to go to school anyways?" he pleaded fully, which is kind of astonishing since normal people cannot do such a thing.
"The sky's soon wide blue if you keep on mumbling 'I want a fairy dust too just like Tinkerbell's!'" Taehyung's affront seemed to hurt Seokjin's pride as a kid, so he decided to ease up, and when he did that all he can feel is the constant beating of his chest. He does not know what it is, but he knows it might be bad for him and Taehyung.
Marbled hallways and cemented white walls are packed with human-sized lockers and voices of mixed girls and boys. Prominent in the brown-haired crowd are a googly-eyed redhead and one that smiles like the sun, which made them easy to be recognized. They're both draped in black slacks, leather belts with gold frames and button downs, one in red and white checkered, and the other floral-printed in maroon fabric. Everybody knows them ever since they started to strut in the halls with that style.
"Look, Hoseok. There's Seokjinnie!" the redhead pointed at the fully pink-clothed male, his voice raised but the said man didn't seem to hear him.
"Jungkook, why won't we take him to where we bought these clothes? His figure will fit every fashion, I swear." The suggestion was bright just as the one who proposed the idea.
"You finally said something sensible, Hoseok. This is the first in your record list."
"Are you talking to yourself? It's time to check a neuro, Kook."
"Whatever. We can ask that guy whom Seokjinnie clings to every single time to pay the bills. He looks rich anyway," Jungkook has put on that thick face mask again, referring to the man with high-end-looking aviators.
"I can tell your brain's finally getting feed, hm?"
"Shut up, Hoseok. We both know we're just the same."
Tongues dipped in dark cups backed out and noses that once followed the scent scrunched as the apparent features of coffee spread throughout their table, except for Taehyung. He drinks this on daily basis to wake his blood and veins.
"So you're all telling me to throw all my packet?" the coffee-addict beefed, almost spitting his gargle.
"Not we're saying it's a waste, since it's all for our Seokjinnie," Jungkook reasoned out, making his mouth harden at the word 'our.'
"You know, we all know you never say no to anything he wants you to do for him," Hoseok added, pushing everything on to Taehyung's mind.
"Fine, I'm in! But this will be considered as our date. You're just there to help him choose clothes." Once again, the word 'our' is emphasized for the day.
"But your taste looks nice. If you want it to be a date, then we won't go."
"I owe the both of you a dinner."
"That sounds good. It's a deal then."
Gentle, yet sharp bright fingers of the sun touched the sharp surface of the city, covering the whole town with warmth at dawn. Some lanterns were also left open to illuminate the familiar, dirty path of two friends. It's like they made the road only for themselves, with both of their footprints permanently stamped on the rocks. The way home was so silent you can hear the faint chirps of birds and bats swirling around the nearby bay. Seokjin felt empty at the moment, his palm telling him to grab the other's, but he can't.
"How have you been today, Seokjinnie?" the brunette asked him, seeming unbothered based on his unquivering voice. Yet when Seokjin heard his own name, his whole ribcage throbbed and everything felt different. He doesn't know what to call it, but he knows it's for no good.
"Everything's been fine. Thank you for asking. How was yours?" Seokjin replied with uncertainty on his lips, yet feeling victorious since he succeeded without stuttering.
"It was okay. Anyways, I want to stay the night at your house. I've been craving for your presence lately, and I don't know why." The response made Seokjin's inside shake even more, and he doesn't know when he will break.
"Sure! Pizza or burgers while watching Studio Ghiblis like when we were kids?"
"Pasta and Porco Rosso to make a change. And carbonara with fried seaweeds like we used to." No one knows how this day will end, and it puts Seokjin to the edge of the cliff once again.
Lounged in the midnight clouds like a lonely kid, but not anymore, is Taehyung, waiting for Seokjin to get the bracelet God knows where it was hidden he got for him on the fourth of December last year. The clock ticked thrice, and Taehyung's shoes tapped the same count until he reached the frame that locked both of his and Seokjin's young souls together. He stared at it for a while, cherishing Seokjin's pearly smile and starry eyes at the almost fading photograph until he heard a soft voice calling him.
"The bracelet, Taehyungie, I found it! As of the moment, it still has no charms though," Seokjin pouted, tracing the outline of the accessory imagining if it would look better with their names on it.
Left standing there is Taehyung, mesmerized by the figure in front of him. He whispered, "Tonight, you look perfect. You are perfect all the time." He has no idea if the other grasped the words, but he paid it no mind.
"Pardon, won't you come again, Taetae?"
"I said you took forever in your room to get it. Check the calendar, it's your birthday now."
"Funny. You asked for it, so the blame goes to you."
"Chill. Let's just drown in white sauce, hugs and 80s vibe for the night, hm?" Taehyung recommended, making him grab the hanging branch at the steep rock with Seokjin. He does not want to fall, they do not want to fall, but the storm descending outside is lubricating their hearts.
With shoulders closing in, the gap between them has been gone as their heads are gradually leaning to each other. The scents of strawberry and mint mingle in the room they are in when Taehyung brushed Seokjin's hair after raking his own with his long, slender fingers. Seokjin tries so hard not to fall asleep on Taehyung's shoulders, but when he felt soft touches on his head, he gave in to the man who puts him to sleep.
"Don't you worry, keep on sleeping. I'm still here in the morning," Taehyung hummed, memories of them under the tree flashing in the television screen. Bodies are against the tree of promise whilst watching the stars drop from the pearly necklace in the sky. He remembers seeing them in Seokjin's eyes, oh, he really wants to fall in love with him that time, but something whispers to him how wrong it is. Yet here they are on their heads and shoulders, dreaming of the same scene.
A caricature-like photograph of Hoseok smiled in Seokjin's phone at exactly eight and a hundred in the morning. The two are yet in the same position last night because no one's bothering to move, worrying that one will rise. Four, five and six rings have passed, but they're still slumped on the dreamland couch like little kids. Soon, Seokjin stepped his feet on the tiles, slightly reaching the device on his coffee table whilst glancing at Taehyung, checking if he has already set his mind to reality.
"Thank God, Seokjin. You finally picked up." Seokjin can tell Hoseok's hand either crashed on his forehead or combing his brightly apricot mane.
"Apologies, Hoseokie. Taehyung and I are still sleeping that time when you called. And please, lower your voice down. He might wake up," Seokjin purred through the phone, gazing back and forth at his friend.
"I don't care. That's good though since we're going to shop at ten thirty. Dress yourself with decent attire. We'll meet at the pizzeria beside the mall."
"Are you implying I don't have nice clothes? I hate you, Hoseok."
"Yes, and that's the reason why we're going strolling. Bring Taehyung with you. I love you too, and goodbye, my lovely Seokjinnie." Before he could say anything, Hoseok has already hang up, and his friend murmured an inaudible good morning to him and to everybody else in the room.
Cyber-coloured lamps, carols of a few people, and distinct stalls brim the promenade as Seokjin and Taehyung wander around the main foyer of the site with Hoseok and Jungkook leading the way. Likewise, Seokjin's eyes are blazed with the yellow lights above him just as last night. The same goes with Taehyung when he fixates his gaze on his friend, making Seokjin speak up,
"Stop looking at me, Taehyungie. Let's buy charms in that store instead! Remember? That's the outlet where you bought your mom a bracelet. Though you stole it for me," Seokjin merrily affirmed, pointing at the glass of golds and diamonds from afar.
"Yeah, I do," Taehyung commented with a little bit of uncertainty in his voice. He recalls it, yes, but he does not want to go further deep in his emotions that's why.
"Then what are you doing standing there? Come on, and let's enter! I'm so excited to see their various charms and all," Seokjin grabbed Taehyung's wrist and intertwined their fingers before the latter could even move his tongue. He complied anyway when those lashes of Seokjin fluttered in the wind and the way his eyes blaze up in excitement and love.
Golds, diamonds and silvers glitter up the walls of the accessory shop, with a grand and rich chandelier hanging on the Sistine-like ceiling. Series of waves welcomed the two of them but has been disregarded when Seokjin quickly settled his head on every luxury that twinkles in various hues encased in fragile glass. Well, Taehyung gawks at Seokjin at a distance, slightly grinning at how the younger kisses every mirror in amusement.
"Taehyungie! Check these charms the woman gave me. They are my initials tinted in rose gold. Don't you think they're cute?" Seokjin joyfully beamed, staring at the small amulets like a child about to his sweets. "They cost exactly a hundred and five dollars." And once again, flashes of their previous magic has come to life in Seokjin's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Seokjin, but this time it will be no. I had to pick someone up," Taehyung replied whilst faking a call from his phone that was on his right ear seconds ago.
"And who might that be, is it a new friend? Introduce them to me vice versa!" The younger yelled but not so loud, just in pure bliss of meeting a new friend.
"It's someone you don't want to know, Seokjinnie. I apologise, really. Return those charms to that woman looking at the man in a frame." Taehyung was nervous, wrong words slipped through the small to no gaps of his teeth.
"Which frame are you talking about? There are no images here, Taetae. Are you alright? Also, you promised that night to buy these for me."
"I am. And I'm breaking that promise. Hide that bracelet, or yet better throw it away. I don't want to see it on you anymore."
"What's going on with you? It's unlikely for you to offend me like that throughout these years we've been together. Fine, if you want it to be broken, then I'm tearing this apart in front of you!" Seokjin hooked three of his fingers underneath the band, and tore it like rubber until the fragments clashed on the marbles causing loud, beady sounds.
In just a lightning strike, Taehyung felt Seokjin's fists crush his heart and cut his veins as well as his airways inside of him. He can't breathe, no, he can breathe no more. His head is now up the ocean, but he can tell he's much able to live underwater with Seokjin, drowning in emotions subducted within their ribs so tough and invincible.
Remnants of cantled childhood love tokens toppled from Seokjin's pockets from the allée miles away to his room that was brimmed with radiance before. What's left is the arms of the boy he loved, standing in front of his cheval glass by the window he used to sit on and ponder. The tower and skycrapers of Paris sympathizes with him as he starts to sway his hips, stroke his hands up to his blades, and feel the drama sliding down his cheeks. His feet moving on their own, him swirling around the room together with the crying curtains as he raises his arms to dance with the winds and shower.
"You are not what I thought you were," Seokjin phrased with eyes closed, imagining himself prancing with Taehyung under the skies of Paris.
"I'm sorry if I became a drawback as you have said. You're a little much for me, and I'm too much for you," he cried out whilst inhaling the lingering scent of their leftover love in the air. Oh, how he missed breathing above the salty seas.
"We're still too young, I understand. You were my home, and I was your home. This is all for you, my Taehyungie. I hope you find the perfect place for you." That's what Seokjin last said before the waves of midnight regrets pulled him underwater where he can sing for Taehyung no more.
A hundred and twenty hours have already come to a halt, yet the favored image of his friend hasn't unfolded still on his phone. In his head, Taehyung does everything right, but he knows the glamour they both gave off won't come back anymore no matter how much he tries. Silence brims his physical space, yet he can hear Seokjin singing in his head whilst staring at the two figures in his globe perkily circling around a plate. The snow falls in Paris inside the polish, and Taehyung has his hands on Seokjin's hips, swaying it side to side until he guides the other's palms to his collarbones.
"I am not what I thought I was. I'm sorry, Seokjin. I really am," Taehyung apologised, laying his chin on Seokjin's shoulders. They stayed like that for a while, the melodrama wetting their faces and lips.
"You are not a liability, Seokjin. Hear me out, please. I beg of you." He wished, he just wished to the gods above his significant other will be able to perceive his sincerity, but the brines prevent them from doing so.
"We're still too young, I understand. You were my home, and I was your home. This is all for you, my Seokjinnie. I hope you find the perfect one for you." That's what Taehyung last said before the waves of midnight regrets pulled him furthermore at the heart of the basin where he can no longer hear Seokjin's songs.
Hailstones and brittle crystals that precipitate in the gloomy night sky dye Seokjin's rosy nose and fuzzy paws to white as he slow dances to the song of his soul. A man wan as the snow has his veins covered in skin exposed to the cold weather, melting every fall that grazes the lines of his hands. In the background he can see a picture of man jiving without a tune, he thought, under the dark firmament. He can hear a little bit of his talking, which he listened to, but didn't bother to grasp.
"You are not what I thought you were," He heard the boy phrased with eyes closed, imagining himself prancing with someone under the skies of Paris.
"I'm sorry if I became a drawback as you have said. You're a little much for me, and I'm too much for you," he cried out whilst inhaling the lingering scent of their leftover love in the air. Oh, how he missed breathing above the salty seas.
"We're still too young, I understand. You were my home, and I was your home. This is all for you, my Taehyungie. I hope you find the perfect place for you." He failed to catch the name, but that's what the lad last said before the waves of the freezing sea pulled him underwater where he can sing and dance for anyone no more.
Beneath his eyelids that twitch in the cold are tears that failed to flow when Seokjin was still awake. He can spot the faint glow and feel the burn of the stars on his flickering eyelashes. Half-awake, he leaned in to a touch so new and unrecognizable that brushed against and caressed his features. The hold was strange yet so familiar, he thought, for it reminds him of his sweet, sweet home. He flashed his eyes open, and a boy coated in black except for his jeans and boots, came upon his line of sight.
"Seems like you're hibernation period is finally over," the guy stated, smoke wafting that rested from his pink, chapped lips.
"Who are you, and why am I lying on a bench? My back hurts, you know," Seokjin complained, rubbing his right lid gently whilst getting up from the wood.
"My name is Yoongi. I spent the night watching that lonely tent of mine whilst guarding you here."
"So you've been working here?"
"I wouldn't waste my time staring at the people who come by my stall if I wasn't, would I?"
"You have a point. I'm Seokjin by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Seokjin. Let's bring you home, and warm you there. You look like Sandy Cheeks for the past few hours."
"At least she's smart and skillful. Unlike you that's got a rude tongue."
"I'm referring to her physical attributes when she was hibernating, not her mental capabilities."
"I can say I despise you already, but whatever. I have no choice, and it's my obligation to treat you right at my house. Coffee or hot choc?"
"Earl grey."
"Coffee it is then."
In the living room so stark and cimmerian where Seokjin dwells, the mercury hanging by the frame rose by one line when Yoongi had the chimes ringing. Tongues of fire grazed against Seokjin's skin as the man spoke, making his body and soul feel at ease.
"I see you never turn the lights on. I'm not in Greenland, am I? Your room's colder than the carnival." Yoongi rubbed his hands together whilst looking at the red liquid slightly climbing an inch one by one.
"This was once my heart, you know. All perfect and complete, but it grew colder and colder when he left," Seokjin softly said, almost breaking a pitch when he reached for the jar half-filled with verraco.
"We never have to talk about whoever you're referring to tonight. Just chill and dance in my arms. Can you do that for me?" Elbows propped on the counter, Yoongi leaned in, staring at the brown-haired that's pouring his heart on two cups.
"When did you ever get here? I never heard your footsteps even." The sound of metal hitting against a glass echoed throughout the kitchen once, twice and thrice, or maybe more than that.
"You were too busy thinking about him instead of hearing my request."
"My bad then. Let's head back to the couch, shall we?"
"Only if you grant my wish."
"Yeah, I will dance for you, but only for this time."
On the table were two cups of leftover bitter browns, one almost empty and one with three fourths gone. The mist surrounding around their heads has gotten them cold over the years they've been standing on the thick glass. A print of Taehyung and Seokjin is rested against a flowerpot, ghosting the whole humble abode. The memory was taken years ago when they had finished their elementary levels, both had their feet stepped on the air as they displayed a hearty smile on the camera.
"Is he what you're talking about? I do admit he looks good," Yoongi confessed, resting his chin at his palm as he focuses on the pale and chapped shot.
"He does look good, but I don't know what he looks like right now."
"Why don't you see him then? As far as I am concerned, you are bestfriends just by the look of it."
"I think you used the wrong tense of verb." As the last word left Seokjin's lips, stilted quietude wreathed their figures. The thin strands on their skin woke up that were lying minutes ago. Seokjin is again at the shore of regrets where Taehyung was swept out, watching the waves touch his toes.
"I really want to see you dancing again, Seokjin. Do you mind teaching me now?"
"I don't. Let's get straight to the point then."
In front of the mirror were two boys dancing like how a lanky tree waltzes in the storm, but not at the verge of falling. They're wagging, enthralling like that for the past thirty-four minutes without yapping about anything. In Yoongi's chest and bones Seokjin felt compact and perfect, and he wants to stay like that for a while. He was about to open his mouth and break down again when a calming sound entered his ears.
"He's not what you thought he was," Yoongi whispered to Seokjin that's swaying in his arms, making him feel like he was visiting a new place other than Paris—probably a fresh, pristine never-never land where everlasting euphoria exists.
"You are not a drawback, Seokjin. You're not a little much for him and to everyone," the older hushed the younger whilst inhaling the lingering scent of Seokjin's love for Taehyung. Seokjin does not know how to meet Yoongi's words, so he just closed his eyes to control the sunset.
"You're still too young, you don't understand. He was your home, and you were his home. I hope that someday you'll find the perfect place for you, Seokjin." Yoongi muffled out whilst nuzzling his nose on the crook of Seokjin's neck, making the small feathers on it stand.
"Make me feel loved, Yoongi. Please, take me home again." That's what Seokjin last said before he lost grip on Yoongi's arms, and entered a mist in which nothing could be seen, even himself, and only his cries of desperation could be heard.
"Oh, you're awake." A deep tone rang in Seokjin's ears when he opened his eyes puffed from all the sobs last night. He sensed that his fingers in his right hand are entangled with somebody else's. It was soft, and Seokjin felt so complete.
"Did we hold hands for the entire night? That's so absurd, entwining yourself with a stranger you just met one night," Seokjin stated with mixed emotions. He does not know how his heart will react if Yoongi would find the situation odd, just like he said.
"You grabbed my hand before you passed out, so that's a yes. I never tried letting go, though. Your hand is warm, and it soothes me," Yoongi said whilst wriggling his fingers that are twined with Seokjin's.
"Don't you find it weird how we're so comfortable with each other? Just like what I've said before— we are mere people who barely get to know one another," Seokjin said, wriggling his fingers too that are connected with Yoongi's.
"No, but I guess this is what you call the 'soulmate thing.'"
"Stop being ridiculous, Yoongi."
"I am not in the first place."
"Are you proclaiming that we are soulmates?"
"Isn't that obvious? Seokjin, I know you're better than that."
"Kiss me then. I want to prove a point between you and I."
At the time Seokjin said "I," soft, yet slightly chapped lips, landed on his. It's a sweet, simple and loving peck, but it made Seokjin feel sparks in his spine. It soon turned into a deep kiss, and Yoongi likes how Seokjin responds so well only with his lips. Yoongi raked his fingers through Seokjin's hair as the other settled his elbows on his shoulders, and entangled his arms around his neck. When Seokjin did so, boundless series of feelings resonated throughout the hall, and he felt like a huge puzzle being intact after such a long time. In the scene, you can see two lovey-dovey strangers in a so white and clean duvet, tenderly and fondly making out with so much freedom. After a minute or two, Seokjin detached his lips and said, "Maybe it's not bad to try falling in love with you, Yoongichi."
Common footsteps lead their way to a common place at ten flat. The intimate chiming of bells are still there whenever you push the hatch open. The woman stayed sitting for years, and kept motionlessly eyeing the man enclosed in a fake glass. Taehyung's loving the way how the racks post themselves tough and tall. Although, he cannot tell if the old bosom remained in the air. Taehyung despised the thought, hugged the packs tight, and put a hundred dollar bill and five on the countertop like before. He didn't wait for the akin speech, and just ran to a common place he and Seokjin only knows.
Meters away from his shoes, but miles far from his heart and soul there sat Seokjin at the bench they once shared. His lashes reflect the glare of the lamps around him as they wave one after another. Taehyung cannot stop staring at him, at his eyes which seemed to glow more as they fancy the man under the tent in red and white. Seokjin looks more alive than the usual, Taehyung thought to himself, turning around to witness their tree of promise. Permanently marked at the timber are their names in a not-so-pretty font, as it was written with a random rock. His heart is calling out to Seokjin, and so does his lungs. The name slipped out of Taehyung's tongue, causing the other boy to fix his head on the sender. And when that happened, Taehyung's vitality seemed to spread throughout the fair. He hasn't changed a bit, not even a little bit. He still looks beautiful, even more beautiful than when they were together. He wonders if Seokjin would mind being with him for a while.
Lights of different colour glitz up the ferris wheel that floats above two men, one dressed like a grown-up and the other styled in a pretty kid gown. Dried, crusty leaves fell from the twigs the same time as the rain, wetting the earth. Both of their mouths are wide open, the food the taller's holding is now getting cold because of the breeze, but no one dares to speak up first. Dead air has been flowing between them ever since, until one of them turned his head with eyes glossed in lights emitted by the lampposts near the bench they're sitting on. In his eyes, you can see the story of their youth and hear Paris on repeat. His orbs were fixated on his, and he wants to fall in love with him again, but only for this Sunday night. But as every second passes by, the storm grows stronger, and the smell of the ground went farther and higher. However, Taehyung, as he breathes, does not know if he finds the balm fragrant.