If My Life Was A Book.

if my life was a book.

"okay. let's go home then, hyung."

~fin~

Writing prompt (very cliche) watching a shooting star with someone and not telling each other what you wished for - even though you wished for the same thing

Coffee is for normal days

Tea is for sad days, for broken days, for days that need more comfort than usual.

sneak peak of one of my wips:

The boy takes a step closer, and Yoongi tenses. He stops, as if Yoongi is a spooked stray cat, hissing at an outstretched hand. The breeze ruffles the grass, then the flowers, then the boy’s hair, and he brushes it out of his eyes.

“Who are you?” Yoongi asks back, voice smaller than he’d like.

The boy, the pretty, pretty boy, blinks at Yoongi. The stars in his eyes shift to new constellations. “Kim Taehyung,” he answers in that melting voice of his.

“Taehyung. Ssi,” Yoongi repeats, adding the last part hurriedly.

Taehyung nods. The breeze brushes those curly locks of hair over his eyes again, and he pushes them away. He stands, Yoongi sits, in a field of flowers. A single chord plays in Yoongi’s head, soft and lilting.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi finally finds the courage to ask. Taehyung takes another step closer, looks Yoongi over again. He barely flinches this time.

“I got lonely,” Taehyung answers quietly. Yoongi wonders if he’s like him, if he’s asking himself why he’s having this conversation with a stranger. If he’s already wondering whether or not he’ll see him again.

Another step closer. The last, last ray of sunshine hits his eyes, and for a moment there are stars swimming in chocolate. The breeze blows, and Yoongi doesn’t shiver.

“Do you get lonely sometimes too?” Taehyung asks. He is quiet but not whispering, not embarrassed, just a little cautious. “Even… even when you have all these wonderful people with you, do you get lonely sometimes too?”