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the beige waves crashed against glass, trapped and being teased by the world beyond. there were little sparkles swimming in the waves, like pixies flying with gravity having no way to pull them down from the glorious clouds they kept wishing to touch. those pixies looked so pretty, too tiny and precious for a cruel world like this one to destroy them — but they would be, everything gets destroyed at some point.

pink lips touched those beige waves, tasting the sparkles and destroying the pixies for good. the champagne spilled down in his throat in one go, all the way down to his belly to join all the other pixies from earlier glasses.

taehyung looked down into the glass and wondered if the pixies were happy where they ended up. maybe they'd want some more friends, maybe he shouldn't have poured another glass of champagne when it was barely past 3 in the afternoon. that didn't stop the beige waves from filling the glass once more.

the man still wore his robe even when most of the day had passed, silky fabric over broad shoulders and tan skin seemingly kissed by the sun itself. those bright rays shone onto his face now through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows of his home, an apartment high up in one of the most grand buildings in middle of seoul. it was probably too big for one person living alone, but the pixies kept him company.

taehyung knew he should have been dressed, technically he should have been gone a few hours ago. that pounding headache kept him hidden underneath his bedsheets far too long. at one point he couldn't tell if it was the thump behind his eyes irritating him or the constant vibrating of his phone sitting on the nightstand. it was his phone, too many people wanting too many things all at the same time.

it took an hour or two to finish the rest of the bottle and find an outfit to change into. the male put on a pair of slim-leg black pants, a flowy white button down tucked in and covered with a long grey coat and scarf. taehyung ignore the notifications on his phone when he slipped it into the pocket of his coat, finding his gucci leather slippers by the door to his apartment right where he had left them.

the car was waiting for him downstairs already, his driver knowing where he needed to be and greeting the male like usual. taehyung hid being the sunglasses and mask pulled up over his mouth, but he nodded to the man once getting into the backseat and leaning further into the leather seats cushioning his muscles.

to him it felt like he had just closed his eyes, shielding them from the blur of color as buildings and people zoomed by outside the tinted windows of the van. this part of the city was more exclusive, in regards to the higher value apartments and business buildings taking up most of the properties alongside city streets. it wasn't like the other parts of seoul, where art and little stores decorated streets and beckoned people inside to look at their clothing or drink their coffee on early mornings. taehyung liked his side, it was quieter and had less people around.

dyno entertainment was located on a corner, taking up a big space and standing tall over the city streets with glass windows reaching up to lay against the sky. it was home to artists and creators trying to make a living off their talent, some possessing more than others — but even then the passion comes into place the most. taehyung knew this well, coming from nearly nothing with no lessons or experience in this type of art. all he had was a head full of words and a chest ready to belt them out until his throat scratched and breath stopped.

from the start the adrenaline seemed to always pump through veins and power ones soul, not really taking a break between shows or even on those months between tours. there was always that space to come down from the high of a night filled with thousands of people screaming your name and your lyrics, only to be followed by that itching anticipation to start the next show and then the next and then the next and then so on. it never stopped.

taehyung could still feel it now, the distant hum of his songs and the intense pounding in his chest from the drums followed by their perfect partners strumming chords on bass and electric guitars. that feeling never truly went away for good — sometimes it may sleep, but that beast was always ready to be woken.

"thank you." taehyung said to his driver once it pulled to a stop outside dyno entertainment, the first time his deep raspy voice filled the quiet of the car. he was glad he chose to add a scarf around his neck, the way the cold air brushed against his ankles while he walked up to the doors reminded him of that.

when walking into the entertainment building people are greeted with a simple front desk, a slab of white marble hiding most of the small woman working behind it. only her small shoulders could be seen, an abruptly cut bob of black hair neatly combed back from her face. she smiled when she saw the male walked in, standing and bowing subtlety in greeting. taehyung nodded slightly, walking past the desk and large lettering of the label on the wall just behind the desk.

he took the elevator up some floors, one primarily consisting of offices and studios for his use as well as those working on his team. there was a meeting room at the end of the hall, he should have been there last night. taehyung just got out of the constricting box and listened to the sound of his slippers on the floor while he walked. there was only one place he was thinking of at the moment. nothing in him could make the male go to that meeting room first, not when he had already been dealing with a headache all morning.

taehyungs lips nearly smiled when he saw the door, a few star stickers stuck on the smooth wood a long with taped papers consisting of random drawings and crayon scribbles. when he opened the door, he was met the usual sight of clothing racks and tables lined against one wall, each with a mirror and lights surrounding them. there were bags and suitcases laying everywhere, some with expensive fabrics and stage costumes while other overfilled with cosmetics.

what he didn't understand was why things seemed to be being packed up when they should be unpacking.

"euna? what the hell is going on." taehyung asked, seeing the way his sudden words made the woman jump at the sound. she turned with a hand on her chest, a narrowed look pointed at the boy who frightened her. "i'm old. you know you can't do that to me." she shook her head, but a smile appeared nonetheless.

taehyung was still frowning, but he accepted her hug, needing to lean down to wrap his arms around the woman's shoulders due to the height difference. ms. euna worked as his main makeup stylist for shows and events, she's been with him since the start. it was more than a coworkers relationship they had, that tended to happen when she ended up being such a parental figure over the years for him.

he was too busy wondering why euna seemed to be cleaning her things up, clearing her area and packing it up into her bag. she even had some of her kids paintings already taken off the wall and in a neat little stack. the way he was tracing an outline of a crayon colored tree had him missing who else was in the room, the panic in his throat far too much of a focus to ignore in the moment. "they can't fire you, not unless i say so." taehyung stuck the painting back on the wall. "i don't need a new stylist, or a bodyguard?" he continued on, only now noticing how they weren't alone, oddly eyeing the tall dark haired male standing not too far away with an expression that said he'd rather be anywhere else but here. the typical black attire and emotionless face just screamed bodyguard. taehyungs been surrounded by that aura for years.

she clicked her tongue, familiar with the boys childlike behavior despite being into the ages of adulthood and holding the kind of authority he had. the boy was still a child. "calm down i haven't been fired." ms. euna even laughed a little at the sudden relief shown on the males face. "i'm just being temporarily replaced."

"but why." taehyung sounded like he was whining now. he slumped into one of the stylist chairs, a cushioned seat that spun and had a little rest for someone's feet while they got all done up and glammed. ms. euna looked at him through the mirror, a soft smile on a tired face. she pointed at the drawing that taehyung stuck back up, "because of that," she said, "i still have my kids here who need me. i cant go on an international tour and be away for months. they're too young." she tried to explain it.

"they can come live on the tour bus," taehyung smiled, thinking of the two little ones that have spent some nights here when the babysitter couldn't be booked. they were barely on their way to middle school, two tiny faces that reminded him much of his own so long ago. "i'll get them those portable dvd players, different colors so they won't argue about who's belongs to who. it'll be great."

ms. euna chuckled softly once again listening to him ramble on. she knew how fond the boy was of her kids, he was like that with anyone really, especially if they didn't work for him or were obsessed with him. that's why taehyung made friends with twelve year olds who could do better noodle art than him. "a tour bus is no home for a child. they need to be here for school and to grow up with their friends." she started to pack up the rest of her things again, only making the frown on the rockstars face deepen some more.

"i was on a tour bus as a kid, i'm turning out okay." taehyung said, almost a mumble but still audible enough for the woman to sigh.

"you need to head up to your managers office," ms. euna changed the subject, but it didn't have an affect on the males mood. "i heard you missed a meeting again." there was that look, the parental one that actually had taehyung smiling sheepishly through the mirror and standing from the chair.

"it was bingo night down at the red door bar." taehyung said it like it was a valid excuse. there never were valid excuses when it came to missing work. she just urged him away so she could finish up, sending him off with a hug so he'd be in a somewhat better mood.

but he wasn't, not as he grumbled on the way to the door and pushed it open. taehyung glances once more over his shoulder into the stylist room, not expecting to make eye contact with that guy again. he was all sharp eyebrows, pitch black eyes, and facial features that looked like they were carved from stone. the door shut and that disrupted their eye contact, so taehyung turned in his gucci slippers and kept on going down the hall, just thinking how that man would be so much more attractive if he didn't look so done with it all.

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