The day is obnoxiously sunny.

You are just making your way through the village, suddenly feeling a huge gust of wind blow by you. You spare a glimpse.

It’s just him again.

Taehyung is running from the mass flock of chickens again. Same as usual, mud covered and a look of utter panic. His eyes, the damn leaky pipes with a flowage of emotional discharge, were bulged with irises blown up in fear.