So he stayed, at the mercy of the weather and mother nature itself for a length of time Taehyung hasn’t bothered to keep track of. He was healthy enough to climb up to a sturdy branch, but in this state, the one he’s in right now, he doubts he can even sit up. So, with nowhere and no one to run to, he found sanctuary on a dead tree. He ran out of food and drink not too long ago, but long enough for him to feel the effects of dehydration. “I’m trying to die up here, isn’t it obvious?” “I understood you the first time,” he shouts down to him. Taehyung decides to play nice with the hallucination his brain so kindly provided. Its frown deepens and little wrinkle lines form between its eyebrows. Its arms put a pause to their rhythmic swaying and end up folded across his chest. It vibrates in his chest like an earthquake and it booms in his ears like thunder. It’s been a while since he’s let out one of those. This is enough to bring out a hearty laugh out of Taehyung. “Did you not hear me? Did you not understand?” it pauses and in heavily accented English tries a clumsy, “What are you doing?” The only thing that vanishes is its smile, and it will soon be replaced by a confused frown. It sways from side to side almost impatiently and to Taehyung’s surprise, it doesn’t vanish. So he just stares at it, waiting for it to blow away like dust in the wind, or for it to run off in the distance. “Must be another vision.” Taehyung thinks to himself. He had not heard him coming, no leaves present to crunch under his feet. He doesn’t, and he cranes his neck downwards to see a boy standing by the base of the tree, looking up back at him and smiling. A voice cuts through the silence and Taehyung almost rolls off the tree branch.
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