The skies were Grey and cloudy.

The killing sent of gas spread like wild fire through the air.

The streets were full and festive.

Taehyung pushed past people quickly.

His long skinny legs carried him to the front of the circling crowd of people.

"Hyung!"

He called, searching through trucks.

A very firmilair man stepped from the lines and quietly made his way to the younger.

"Hoseok!"
Taehyung frowned, lowering his head.g

"Hyung didn't write anything again."

He began sighing, moving out of the full crowds of the gathered people.

"He's alright Taehyung, not everyone can write, I'm sure he'll write or visit soon."

Hoseok's soothing words didn't help cheer up the boy, it had done the opposite.

"Hyung always writes, he hasn't writen or visited in A year!"

Taehyung shouted, his eyes now filled with tears.

"He always writes!"

His voice now fading, he covers his face with his arm.

"Hyung...."

Hoseok takes the boy in his arms, ruffling his bright red hair..

"He'll come soon."

Taehyung scoffed, getting up from his seat and leaving the scene.

"No he wont"