A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XIV

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"A coward judges all he sees

by what he is."

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Lights glistened over his onyx rises as he ambled beneath the street lights in middle of a dark and desolate road. He had been held up overtime today as well and he wanted nothing else than to surrender to the comfort of his duvet. His stomach was grumbling and there was not a single store open in this time of the night. The other co-workers who were beside him told him to stay back but there was this unknown reason that compelled his feet to go back home.

It was exceptionally late and streets of Seoul were devoid of any life.

Lately, his mind has been in a chaotic mixture of ordered situations. He was forgetting things. So unlikely of him. His dreams were getting weirder and weirder by night and he was on the verge of getting fired because his concentration was ripped away. He even forgot the count of the times he was scolded that week.

But most troubling of all were his uncanny dreams. He felt his dreams were slowly morphing into realism and his last inch of sanity was evaporating rapidly. They were so conflicting that sometimes he forgot how to even form basic expressions. As if his mind was reverberating in a different emotion while his dreams reflected another. He often woke up feeling quite confused and unaware of his surroundings.

Even Jimin made a remark that he was slowly turning into a 'master of poker faces'.

Walking up the stairs, he missed one step and was only a centimetre away from colliding with the floor. But he still took the stairs because the option of taking the elevator was eradicated once and for all.

Punching in his code, he opened the door to find the lights of his apartment still lit up. Astonished, he made his way to the living room to find Younggeum sitting on one of the high-chairs with a palm propping her cheek that didn't allow her neck to snap out of her vertebrae column because of drowsiness.

Snickering lightly, he flung his coat over the hanger and tip-toed into the kitchen. He didn't even see a reason why he should do this, it was his house for crying out loud, he should be able to do everything that his heart desires. But instead, he found himself tip-toeing over to the girl he had offered a shelter for one night.

Carefully sliding his arms under her neck and other down her knees, he kicked back the chair and lifted the petite figure up. Barely making past through the small door, Taehyung placed her body down on on the sheets and covered her up with the duvets. Somehow, he felt a sense of deja vu convulsing through his body but he wasn't able to connect with the recollection that brought this feeling.

"Good night," He muttered and closed the door shut.

At least he could do only much after what she had done for him. And that also calls another meeting with a friend of his whom he was sure would take care of this situation much better than him.