The morning, the dawn, the beginning if you wish - the part of the day Taehyung found most suitable to do nothing properly. He just stared out of the glass window, didn’t think about anything, didn’t worry about anything, didn’t bother revising for the possible quiz his professor might give just about the next class he had. Mornings were the time Taehyung allowed himself to relax, even if it was for just fifteen minutes. Fixed routine you could call it, for short. 

A routine means a repeated action happening regularly, but routines, just as anything else, have exceptions. Taehyung found that the hard way - a killer headache, dry throat and a number of red smudges on his neck, the still memories of someone's lips on his own, a face he could not remember.