running.

that's all taehyung can do.

he's running, running from everything.

from the sorrow.

from the pressure.

from the sadness that has dyed his world a dull grey.

from the tears that spill every night.

and he can't stop.

he knows that if he does, the darkness that has been chasing him will catch up and take over him, crippling his mind and reducing his body to waste.

so he stays on the move.

a new place, every day.

new people.

new atmospheres.

new addictions.

new joys and bits and pieces of colour.

a new taehyung.

he can't recognise his past self anymore. he faintly remembers a happy boy, always smiling, and always having his best friend jimin by his side.

he's changed more than he could have imagined.

gone are the smiles, the laughter, the playful teasing.

gone are the late night phone calls, the childish games.

they're gone, all gone with his best friend.

so he runs.

he tells himself that this cowardy escapade is just temporary, that he will return to bangtan someday.

someday, when jimin wakes up.

but the idea of that day seems so far fetched, its ridiculous.

jimin might wake up.

might.

someday, he might get his best friend back.

but when will that day come?