Idle.

Idle.

Characters: Taehyung (x reader) Words: 415

It was an empty promise. He knew that. Yet, in that station is where he stands. Everyday, on the same date she left, six times in total, counting how many years it has been. He prays with his hands inside his pocket that one of the people that rush out of the train would be her. He misses the eyes that would crinkle whenever they both laugh at her stupid jokes. The words echo in his mind like a broken alarm. 

“I’ll be back.” 

Other than the people around him keep scolding him to move on, he has no reason to let go of that promise. He has always believed that she would never go back on her words. He had stopped whining about how much he misses her when his world got murky. The reality of her absence keeps sinking deeper in his realization. 

Today marks the seventh year since she left. He promised himself to finally get a grip and move on from his immature, adolescent love. He braces himself for another disappointment, but years waiting and uncertainty has left him suffocated and jaded. Empty love is the only thing that’s left. He knows that, but everytime he convinces himself that he’s ready, a sharp pain in his chest turns into a hammer that nails his feet to the ground.

The horn blares and soon the heavy gust of wind hits him, he can’t help the force pushing him back. He feels that there is something in the air today. He tastes it on his tongue when his mouth drops open when he exhales a little bit of breath he was holding. It was a familiar taste of parting and farewell. A rush of emotions swirls in his chest as it’s getting too uncomfortable to bear. 

“It won’t happen.”

“I should just go.”

“Before another disappointment.”

His body acts faster than his mind could. With home as his final destination in mind, his feet subconsciously brings him closer to the exit before all the passengers rush out the train. What he thought was the smell of farewell turns out to be the opposite: a reunion. It all clicks in his brain when it immediately recognizes the figure that’s staring right back into his eyes. They no longer hold the same anguish he could never forget the day she slips out of his fingers. The hustle and bustle drowns out the voice she lets out of her mouth, but he can always tell.

“Taehyung?”

why do i feel like planning out my story from start to finish before writing the whole thing is like giving myself spoilers.. as in its not as fun without the spontaneity haha...................

man, i sure would like to continue writing all my WIPs but uni is too much and my attention span is getting shorter and shorter but im excited for this semester to end, i think i'll spend my whole semester break tutoring to get some cash and finish all these stories, mwhehehehehhehehehehhehehe!!!!!!!

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What We Have and What's Up There

"I have heard about your heavens and the earth. None of them is of my concern. What I do concern myself with is you, who wrecked me and built me up in a matter of touches. When you look at me, I hear your silent begs. The prayers you make to whatever entity is up there. It's not my desire to take you away from your rightful place, neither it is my desire to let you slip away. You always have a choice. Choose to whatever your heart desires. I can only hope that it is me."