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circle room cypher
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Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of my fingers is as relentless as it is loud. Each click of the polished nails on the table echoes the tumultuous thudding of my heart beat.
My face rigid with tension, I furrow my brows and stare at the ticking clock on the white wall.

I get sick of the drumming of my nails and clasp my hands together tightly in front of my stomach, fiddling with my knuckles, weaving my fingers in and out of each other.

I breathe out, shaking my head at my current state.

Why am I even nervous when I know what's going to happen?

I jolt as I feel a pair of warm, soft hands on the nape of my neck.

I turn around in such a haste I knock over the plant next to the stool I'm sitting on, the thump making a hollow sound through the big room. People turn their heads in my direction, their brows lifted on their foreheads, but I don't care.

My attention is fully on the man in front of me, his face motionless. I can't read him.

"How did it go?!" I whisper-yell, knowing other people are anxious in the room, so I wouldn't want to disturb too much.

Taehyung takes in a breath to speak, but then stops — he looks to the ground. His eyes are not as bright as they usually were and his lips are in a straight line. I blink a few times, my brows furrowing.

"Tae—how did it go?"
I reach out for his arm, nudging at it in order for him to speak.

What's going on?

He licks his lips, taking ahold of his bottom lip with his teeth.

And that's when he brings his eyes to mine, the bright shine back as per usual. His lips curl up in a boxy-smile, only growing bigger and bigger. I could see how it came from deep inside to light up his eyes and spread into every part of him.

He was happy.
I could see it, feel it, hear it.

"They liked me— they liked me a lot."
Taehyung swallows, before he reaches around my frame taking me in his hold.

I don't care about the other in the room, I don't even see them any longer. All I see is Taehyung's shining eyes, the crinkled corners, his smile not fading away.
I squeal in his chest, my face muffled in his shirt.

"I knew it!" I jump slightly, making him chuckle out loud, the vibration of his chest making my own chest warm up in happiness.

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"Then now what?" I ask, my feet diverting from the wet puddles on the ground, my eyes glued to Taehyung.

Today is a rainy day walking. The sound of feet on wet paving stones is almost lost against the splashing of the traffic. Those with umbrellas safe from the wet drops from the sky and then there's us.

Soaked wet.

My hair sticks to my face, the wet tangles sloppy against my skin.

Taehyungs grey hoodie has become a dark, almost a black color, the hood over his head, protecting his hair from the rain.

He grins, his feet moving in a fast pace between the crisscrossing of people on the street.

"I'll be a trainee. And then we'll see how that goes, I guess."

He shrugs his shoulders, his head shaking in disbelief that he actually made it.

My hand runs down his back, rubbing it gently.

"I just can't believe I'm going to be with Yoongi, that's so random," He then lets out, his eyes widening as he looks at me, "Have you heard from him?"

I swallow as I look ahead once more, the mention of his name causing my cheeks to feel warmer in the cold weather.

"I talked to him the other day. He's doing well — writing and rapping with Namjoon all day long. But sounds like Bang PD-nim wants him to be an idol instead of producing. And he's not all keen on that idea just yet ..."

Taehyung smiles, his eyes beaming with excitement as soon as the talk lands on his "possible" future co-members.

"He's too talented being a producer only. Don't you think so?"

"That's what I told him as well. But the idol-lifestyle is not really appealing to him, apparently." I say, letting out a sigh, nibbling on my bottom lip.

My hand grabs my face, rubbing it tiredly.

Taehyung's eyes dart to my profile, his hand reaching out to ruffle my wet locks. He pulls me into a side-hug, my head bumping into his firm shoulder.

"Let's get inside before we get sick, Jia." He says before taking off, a grin plastered on his face as he's making the last 100 feet into a race.

I scoff, sprinting after him, the wet splashes from the puddles reaching all the way up to my thighs. All I can hear is Taehyungs chuckle, the soothing sound reaching my ears cutting through the pouring rain.

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"You draw?"

Taehyung peeks at my sketchbook, the one filled with random drawings — everything except BTS.

He flips the pages, his eyes widening at each one. He's sitting in my bed, his feet dangling out over the edge as he leans back on the wall behind him.

Our clothes are hanging to dry on my heaters, my hair still wet from the walk. I'm ruffling my hair in a towel, the dry clothes warming up my cold body.

"Y—yeah. A little." I say, clenching my jaw before sniffling.

"You better not get sick on me, Jia." Taehyung looks at me with worried eyes, his lips pursed before his expression softens, "They're beautiful. The drawings."

"Thank you Tae. Uhm- I'll go make some tea for us, we need that after that walk. I felt like we were in a freaking freezer the entire time!"

I rub my hands together before feeling my lip with my fingers. Still blue.

Taehyung nods at me, still flipping through the sketchbook. I smile seeing him all occupied before I leave him alone.

What I don't see is how Taehyung's eyes catches a slight glimpse of another sketch-book on top of my closet, just under the ceiling.

He sees the messy papers from the bed, his mind instantly intrigued to take a look.

He stands up from the bed, his bare feet walking silently across the wooden floor. He reaches the closet, standing on his tippy toes sneaking up his arm. His fingertips struggles to take ahold of the thick folder, but he finally manages to take a grasp around it, slowly pulling it out from the shelf.

As he does so, something glides from atop of the book and plops down in his hand, that almost drops it due to the shock.
He manages to clutch it tight, his palm slowly opening, releasing the grip on the unknown object.

What catches his eyes is a ancient golden pocket-watch, the kind his grandfather always wore in his pants.

A hummingbird is engraved on the front, the golden aura almost glimmering in the dusty cloud around him.
He opens up the clock, the slightly corroded opening creaking open, his eyes falls upon the ticking second hand.

Going backwards.

He tilts his head to the side, his tongue between his teeth as he studies the beautiful work up close.

It's almost as if a buzzing sound is coming from the small object, making Taehyung lead the clock to his ear.

A small huff escapes his throat, his brows furrowed as he wonders if he's hearing things or not.

He purses his lips and narrows his eyes before grabbing ahold of the sketch-book lying on the floor in one hand, while the other clutches the watch as he plops back into the comfy bed.

His long fingers glide upon the skin of the book, tracing down to the golden initials of your name at the bottom of the deep-purple book.

K.J.

The corners of his lips curve upwards, a soft smile gracing his features.
He breathes in, before slowly opening up the thick book, putting his finger between the papers as he flips it open on a random page.

"Okay, I just chose the raspberry tea for y—"

I freeze in the doorway, the board in my hands shaking a tiny bit as my eyes land on Taehyung in my bed.

With my sketch-book in his hands.

His eyes are confused, his brows furrowed as his eyes lingers on an open page.

His eyes darts to mine, his mouth twitching a little as he turns the book to me, my eyes landing on a familiar drawing.
I swallow thickly, feeling my palms releasing the grip on the board with the suddenly heavy cups of tea.

He opens up his mouth, his voice deeper than ever as he tilts his head to the side and cocks up an eyebrow at me.

"Care to explain this?"

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