His head moved to the left as for a quick second he saw me looking. I quickly turned and started to walk, even though he noticed it. "Ugh dumb." I said to myself under my breath as I was walking. "Who?" One of the boys on the ward asked, hearing me speak. "You." I immediately spat out, my act seeming normal to him and anyone who heard. I walked to my room and noticed a change. He unpacked his stuff and whole room smelled quite nice. All his things were set up neat and clean, making me wonder why was he acting that pedantic. Kind of petty in some aspects too. He didn't move the copy of the schedule I left. It was on the same spot I left it. If you were to compare his and mine side of the room you'd be puzzled the same way I am. Such a white, tidy and minimalistic side of his compared to my expressive, colour stained and quiet messy side that screams out one of a kond character.

I think you'd be bewildered just like I am if you saw some weird things he decorated his side of the room with. From white ceramic figures and metal jewelry to white daisies. Why daisies? And why are there so many of them. Quite literally he filled a glass that's supposed to be for water, and put a lot of daisies inside, almost fully falling out of the glass. Daisies by the figurines, daisies by his clothes, daisies tucked on the edge of the mattress, so they peak out, daisies in many small crystal vases that dominated all his cabinets and a night stand. Some daisies were even taped to the wall. There even was a small bouquet of daisies tied in a white ribbon that he left by the window we both shared, being the border between mine and his side. Daisies, Daisies, Daisies ugh

After confusedly observing the room, I heard the door open behind me. Taehyung went inside with an unreadable face. He casually sat on the bed as I stared around in a understable feeling of shock. "What the fuck?" I spoke. He gently moved his head up so his eyes could meet mine. "Why did you turn our room into a fucking flowershop?" I asked, pointing to all the daisies. "It's not that much. You're overreacting. I just really like daisies." He said and shrugged, his playful character slightly shining through. "Huh, that's a weird fetish." I teased him as I sat down. "It's not a fetish. It's more of a need." He said, making me even more puzzled. "You're addicted to daisies? That's why you're here?" I asked, making him sound really dumb. "No, you don't get it. It has to do with something personal, maybe I'll tell you, but I don't know-" he tried to speak but I cut him off. "I don't care, you do know that? It was a rhetorical question, you dumbass." I lied, shaking my head. "Sure you don't." He shortly giggled under his breath. "What's that supposed to mean?" I spoke in a intimidating tone but felt so scared to what he might thought. "You stared for quite a while." He said, smirking at me. Staring at me like that made my hands shake a little bit. "That's called being sedated. That's the only thing they're gonna give you here." I said, trying to switch the topic. "I don't think it's quite simple as that." He said, staring right through me. How could he read some parts of me so well already?

He got up and took his t-shirt and a pajama for sleeping, along with his stuff to wash himself. He was heading to the washroom down the hallway that the whole ward shared. I sat in silence, ignoring his last sentence. He slid through the gap of the door instead of opening it fully. It's no doubt this boy has a difficult mind to understand. I changed into my sleeping clothes. I put on my t-shirt, feeling the freshly soft fabric press against my skin, letting my arms breathe. My arms carried a story of a kind too, well actually only one arm. Its wrist carried a story that has been repeated a few times to reach for an unreachable pain relief. A break from everything. I've tried to die three times since being in here. Only once it was close, and It was last time. Seeing the people on his ward perceive me the way I show them my toughness, would only bring them a thought that I sometimes I too get manicly depressed and driven off the edge.

I snuggled under the puffy covers and turned off the light on my nightstand, not touching Taehyung's lamp. I felt myself drift off to sleep pretty quickly. As I was somewhere between the awake state and sleep, I heard Taehyung enter the room. Too tired to move, I laid almost asleep and carefully listened to his soft steps. He was so careful not to wake me up that it almost made me smile. He laid down and turned off the lamp the quietest way he could as he snuggled under the covers too and let out a light breath before drifting off to sleep. A very peaceful and unusual moment it was.

•••

The sound of light steps was replaced by a rushed voice from Sana to wake me up for my art activity program. "C'mon, dah. Wake up." She said and softly nudged my arm. "Ugh, I'm coming." I said and opened my eyes, immediately turning my head to the right. Taehyung was not sleeping. He wasn't even in the room. His bed has been perfectly made as I assumed he was already waiting for the art therapy. Sana exited the room once she saw me get up. I put on some random clothes, barely able to keep my eyes open. I sighed and went with my fingers through my bangs to brush them. I walked outside and looked to my left. I walked into the art activities room and immediately noticed Taehyung reading a letter.

Thursdays we get the mail, letters or any other kind of a dearly written document. But I decided roughly around 3 years ago to not look at them. Not open them. To me it always seemed so desperate and even more depressing. I don't accept visitation either. I wanted to build a life here, as miserable as that sounds, but building myself up (or down) like this, was a way for me to grow up. So all the letters are placed in the storage room with all the files, collecting dust. Taehyung smiled looking upon his letter, making me extremely curious. I walked over to him, to sit on the only seat that was not taken, opposite him. "Hey." He said with a bright smile. Somehow, I noticed it seemed fake because that's wasn't how his real smile looked like. But why did I remember that detail about him? There's no doubts he was an interesting man to observe. Only observe. Because he's so frustrating as a person and mysterious, so there's no doubt that people wouldn't be drawn to him. Even me."Who sent you a letter that makes you act all weird about it?" I asked in a disgusted tone. He sent me a teasingly judgmental look before speaking. "Oh, It's from my girlfriend." He said it casually with a soft smile, staring into my eyes. You know, there are words that make your heart sink just like that, but feeling that way made me question why was I feeling that, right in that moment, and why so sudden. And why him? Why does my heart feel like this? And why do I even keep his soft steps in my mind? Could a person influence you this much in such a short time?

"What's it say?" I nervously asked, leaning over. He folded the letter in half and put it in his pocket. "You're very nosy." He commented. "It's my girlfriends letter. So It's private." He said, still keeping his hands in his pockets. "Of course you have a girlfriend." I mumbled under my breath, somehow feeling that was predictable about him. He was a handsome young man who had an idiot like personality that had its own charm so why wouldn't girls fall for him? "You roll your eyes a lot." He spoke, smiling at me. "Only because you annoy me." I said when our therapy teacher handed us the smooth papers. "You're annoyed I have a girlfriend or-" He tried to speak but out of fear I cut him off. "You wish." I scoffed and took a pencil out of the old metal can.

What's something so interesting about that letter that he keeps staring at it? What could his girlfriend possibly say?

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