The day you helped Taehyung unload his luggage was one of the days where he opened up to you. While putting his abundance of video games on his shelf, and even stuffing some under his bed, you found out that his favorite color was green. Also that his dog's name was Soonsim, and his parents were in Thailand for a total deck-out vacation of six months. You found out that he was a fried chicken enthusiast, he even tried to convince you to order some late into the night, causing you to make a huge fuss about it. The thing Taehyung tried to avoid was when you asked him about his siblings, his mouth only opened for a few breaths to enter and exit. His eyes drooped into a seemingly sad expression, just as if the stormy clouds parked above his eyes.

  "Anyway, tell me about yourself." Taehyung mutters, his eyes glued onto screwing the nail onto his shelf. You hinder, not sure where to start, or what he'd expect from you, "My favorite color is white." A small scoff escapes his lips, and as if he read your mind, he started with another question. "How about you tell me about your family?"   Okay.   "Uh, my parents own a farm in Busan. A strawberry farm. I'm an only child. They sent me to Seoul, practically to make a living for myself. They said I had to come back to them with good news, like a new job or something like 'Hey, Mom and Dad, I've married a rich husband!'" You realized you were rambling, but as you focus on Taehyung, his eyes are glued on you, "So... how's that working for you?" "Not very well," you tilt your head down to face the polished wood floor, "I have to apply for college soon, even though I'm twenty-one. But with the poor education I had in Busan, no college would let me in at this rate. So, as of now, I'm self-teaching. But I really don't know what I want to pursue yet." You were telling him a lot more than you had intended, this would be the first time talking about it with anybody. Taehyung nods as he molds his lips into a thin line, "Everything'll be okay." And with that, the two of you sit in the silence once again, Taehyung screwing the nails onto his shelf as you try to stuff his luggage into the closet.       ***     It's almost midnight when you're interrupted from your deep slumber. It started with light bangs from the living room, then the pounding of feet on the floor to heavy breathing. As you open the door of your room you could've sworn you heard Taehyung breathe a 'Woohoo!'. "Taehyung, honestly— what the hell are you doing at twelve in the morning?" You exclaim, leaning your head against the door, but hearing no reply. Just more pounding, so you force yourself to drag your feet across the cold floor only to meet a dancing Taehyung, earbuds plugged into his phone. He was dancing senselessly, not giving a single damn about the loud ruckus he made or who was watching him. You wouldn't call him the best dancer, yet he wasn't the worst. His dancing resembled that of leisure, the noise he made said otherwise. You gape at him in awe, half aggitating he woke you up and the other half amused to find him bouncing off the couch as he shook his head to the beat of the music. His dancing intensified as he head bangs and does a strange squate pose. You clear your throat before raising your voice, "Kim Taehyung!" He widens his eyes as he turns to you