Melancholic
Description
A smile broke out on Taehyung's lips. He prayed the deception in his actions were enough for Jimin to have faith in. After all, Jimin was too innocent to face the true, dejecting world in front of him.
Foreword
Lifting his peacoat off the delicate wooden shelf, Taehyung withdrew himself from his house to the outside world, almost tripping over the decayed welcome mat. It was Wednesday today, closely nearing towards the miraculous Friday. As Taehyung walked along the windy, chilling sidewalk, he caught a glimpse of his best friend several houses down. Taehyung chuckled to himself watching Jimin as he shoved his pale hands into his pockets, shivering breathlessly in his bulky winter coat.
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