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Taehyungās coat was typically black, along with his jeans, t-shirt and shoes, a color he was getting extremely tired of but was more bearable than the thought of doing the laundry during that time of the day. He had however chosen to wear a red scarf that he had found in the back of his wardrobe, simply because it was the only one in hisĀ possession that isnāt in the dirty laundry.Ā He continued wandering aimlessly for a while, his eyes glued to the pavement in front of him, his eyelids heavy from lack of sleep. Gradually he came to realize two things. One was that he spent far too many days awake and that it couldnāt be good for his health, another was that the flagstones in front of him were looking increasingly blurry, and that his head was starting to feel very light. Thankfully he was in the area of the park where benches and picnic tables were set, a place where he could easily rest if his condition would allow him to reach the said area.Ā With a groan he realized he was possibly about to faint. Taehyung was vaguely aware that he had seated himself on a bench, head hung back, throbbing in response to the cold, hard backrest where his head is settled, also unaware that the bench he nearly collapsed onto is occupied by another.
