HIRAETH TAEJOON。

-12-

"Hey Tae?"

Back home again, laying on the carpet, and Taehyung has been unusually quiet.

"Are you okay, buddy?"

He rolled on his side, so that he was facing me.

"My stomach feels weird."

I'm not surprised that he feels that way. He did have a lot of chocolate and got vomit all over the restroom floor.

"Do you want me to make you soup?"

"Your soup tastes funny, hyung."

I swear he's like a 5 year old.

"You seemed to like it last time."

"I was in pain last time. I wasn't thinking straight."

Well, his hands were out of order, and covered in cuts.

"How are your hands, Taehyung?"

"Okay. Can we get pizza?"

How is he still hungry?

"Is pizza really the best choice for someone of your condition."

"Pizza is always the best choice."

"Well, I've lost my phone, so we can't order pizza."

Taehyung sat up and turned around. He was rummaging under the coffee table for a while, then turned back.

With my phone in his hands.

He tossed it over to me.

"Now order pizza, hyung."

As I was saying. 5 year old.

Groaning, I started dialling the pizza place.

"As long as it doesn't end up under the couch."