Since Taehyun's boss gave him a break so he would have some time alone, he decided to spend it at home, cleaning his room.
He sat down on the cold floor, looking trough his albums.
"Oh! Falling flower!" He exclaimed as he took the cd, placing it in the cd player.
'To falling petals
No one reaches their hand
With a cold smile
Like mixed with sadness
Slowly falling
As the wind blows
Slowly falling.'
While humming along with the song, he gently moved his head in its slow rhythm.
'I want to be someone’s everything
I was living instantly but
I met you, and I realized that everything has a reason'
The lyrics didn't mean anything to Taehyun, before. But now, as realisation hit him, he knew that he related to the song, but didn't want to acknowledge.
'While flower bloom and falls scars cure and buds shoot,
We are living our first and last moment
So I won't take you for granted
Because you loved me as I am.'
After Taehyun finished sorting his albums, he came across a picture he didn't want to see again.
It was him and Beomgyu.
After pausing the song, he groaned and threw it on the ground.
"No, no, no. FUCK THIS." He covered his face with both of his palms "I just took my mind off you, Gyu, why won't you leave me alone already?! Do you hate me so much? I just want to be happy, that's not fair!"
Hot tears ran down his milky and soft skin.
He didn't want to cry again, but there he was, hopelessly suffering.
It was no use, at all.
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Wrong number. taegyu
Fanfiction"What size are your pads?" "I'm a boy??" Where Taehyun thought he texted his sister but it was actually, a wrong number. TAEGYU FF!
