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Two years later~
The first thing he did when he woke up was wonder. why it was so cold ? Maybe because of the nightmare from that night. He streched his arms getting up from the bed, he don't find any reason to stay in. He opened the window, which was closed for a certain reason.
It was late November, winter. Earth was covered with white blanket while he was wearing a thin white shirt, a see through with his peeking collarbones, a tint of red on his cheeks and tip of the nose, leaning on to the panel of the window; letting the cold wind to rush in, allowing it to flow in the air around him, to cover him up like a blanket.
He hates winter but here he was standing enjoying the chilling wind because of his lover's taste. Wondering, why they like this so much.. maybe he knew. Cause this makes you feel something, better.
He glanced down at the people, all rushing from one place to another, not giving rest nor time to breathe. Despite of living here for past two years he just couldn't get use to this so called the city. It is a beautiful city indeed, but he just don't feel right.
The heels echoed in the hallway, blame his profession that he can't ignore the sound of someone approaching but he isn't like this always. He often just forgets his surrounding when he is with him...
When he is dreaming about him, when he is calling him to himself, when he wants to stay with him, when he is in the bed with him.
He started the lady as he turned around as she enter their room.
" Oh, I wasn't aware of you being awake, sir. Good morning." She bowed down while Taehyung blankly turned around to the window, replying back with a " No issues. " giving her a clue to leave but she wouldn't.
It was sickening..
" Sir, you shouldn't be leaving the window open this early in winters.." She commented in a monotone.
Another thing he hates in here is, the servants. They can't keep there noses to themselves at all. He glared at her warning her to continue, she lowered her eyes.
" They won't like it." She completed.
They. Even these servants knew how to make Taehyung listen to them.
He sighed running his fingers in his hair," I understand, you can leave."
The room was of four white walls decorated with golden and red aesthetics, with one wall decorated entirely with the portraits done by him over nights when he was left alone with the soft music playing in the background.
