Some of our parents picked us up after the trip, even mine, but you held your suit case and walked towards the bus stop without saying anything to me. I held your wrist and my parents brought you home, I walked you to your door where you were greeted by your father. He seemed oh so polite upon my presence, but the pained looks in your face told me that you were awaiting pain and embarrassment when I had left. He was acting in a cunning way, even waved at my parents and thanked them for bringing his son home.
Perhaps I should have stayed behind to protect you from the physical ache that awoke the senses in your body. Perhaps, I could have saved you from fate, which you usually submitted to.
DU LIEST GERADE
drought • taehyung
Fanfictiondrought; /draʊt/ "a prolonged absence of something specific." -don't let your sorrow root, taehyung. there is no sorrow because i don't feel- (short format, sensitive content)
