Itâs a bit late to be out walking aroundâ past midnight and nearing one a.m., but sleep has escaped him and Taemin isnât one to lay in bed when the night sky is as beautiful as this. The moon is bright, and the stars are twinkling as he seats himself at a park bench, illuminated by the streetlamps nearby, and who would he be to miss that? But, really, thatâs just an excuse.Â
His thoughts are running wildâ dark and dangerous, and he knows that if he stays at home, theyâll only manifest and heâll do something that he regrets. In all honesty, he doesnât care what happens to himself, but there are those round him that claim that they do, so, heâs going to try his damnedest to avoid self-destructing.
Itâs a few moments later when he hears footsteps that heâs torn from his thoughts, and he tenses slightly, eyes narrowing and returning to the sidewalk as he strains to see who else may be wandering about so late at night. The likelihood of them being a beggar or creep is high, and heâs cautious as he waits to see who emerges from the dark. After all, one can never be too careful. If only for the sake of others.