Out of the corner of Jimin's eye, something moved. He peered at the foreign creature.

Soundlessly, the butterfly fluttered its delicate black wings and alighted. The pristine white of the flowers made the small insect all the more prominent, like an inkblot smudged over an unblemished canvas. Taehyung's hand twitched towards it.

"Wait-"

An ear-splitting smash, and the porcelain fragments of the vase littered the floor in a chaotic mess, dotted by withered petals. The butterfly had disappeared without a trace. Taehyung, unscathed however stared into space, his eyes glassy and unfocused, reminding Jimin of a static poster. His outstretched hand fell to his side in slow motion; his limbs appeared to move mechanically as if he wasn't in full control of his senses.

A surprised gasp escaped Jimin's lips as he was suddenly seized by the wrist and yanked along, out the door into the glaring sunshine.

Warmth bathed his skin, and the blinding rays of light disoriented him momentarily. When he blinked away the black spots dancing in his vision, an undulating sea of green loomed before him. Blades of grass rustled at his feet, a collective murmur over the sound of moving air. It was strange; Jimin had long forgotten about these things in his cocoon of dusk.