Namjoon: 11 April Year 22

I was rummaging through the relatively new T-shirts when Taehyung reached out his hand and took a T-shirt from behind me. It was a shirt that had the exact same thing printed on it as the shirt I was wearing now. He smiled, seemingly a little embarrassed, and took off his torn shirt. For a brief moment, I could see Taehyung’s bruised back underneath the dim light hanging from the ceiling of the shipping container. Hoseok stared at me with a surprised look on his face. Taehyung put on my shirt and looked at himself in the light of the dirty mirror. Then he smiled. 

 

“This kid was restlessly talking about graffiti or something, and then we were a little late because I was pulling him out of the police station.” I acted like I was hitting Taehyung, and he exaggerated being sorry. Yoongi, who was sitting in the corner of the shipping container, sluggishly approached Taehyung and hit him on the shoulder.

 

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