Everyone had changed
in the three years of loss.
First of all,
Hobi had quit producing as he had
"lost his touch".
"I can't think of any more songs,"
he'd said to the rest of the rapper line
as he sipped his chilled chamomile tea,
with two sugar cubes
and weirdly, a drop of vanilla essence.
Just the way he liked it.
But overtime I walked past Hope World,
the unused studio,
my heart couldn't help but tug at its strings.
Everyone else was improving.
The maknae had started to write some songs for himself
and singing them in the Golden Closet
or just everywhere he went.
Taehyung had acted in more shows
and became more reputable as an actor.
Jin's dancing was so much better
and he didn't look like a clown anymore.
Jimin was training himself to be polyglotted
and his main target for testing a language
was me.
"Leiser, leiser, kleine laute~"
He normally learned through classical music.
He always made those German guttural sounds-
"ich, iCh, IcH!"
-which I hated.
Moving on to Yoongi hyung -
which might take a while.
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Fanfictionthe second book in the coming baewatch trilogy. they carry on with their lives and realise how much they miss each other. they think that there's no turning back time... but there is another way
