You and Taehyung are close friends and have been since high school. You work at an art, and Taehyung is an actor.

Taehyung, without your knowledge, takes Polaroids of you, whether you're laughing, reading, working silently or lost in thought; he loves capturing you in your element.

One night, at around 12am, when you were staying at Taehyung's apartment for the night, you were woken up to Taehyung outside on the balcony, playing his guitar to himself, humming to a song.

I couldn't sleep. Taehyung murmurs as he hears you step onto the balcony, his eyes looking up at you, his eyes as doe-y as usual and his hair a bit messy.