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I endeavour to sit up on the bed, however I feel this heavyweight on myself, my attempt to escape, resulted in nothing but miserable failure.

The weight on me now seems to pull me closer towards itself, engendering a pleasurable, gratifying smile on my face.

I turn towards him to look him in the eye

"Good morning, babe" He says in his low rough husky morning voice.

I give a endearing little grin and swiftly peck him on the lips, soon after shifting myself into a sitting position.

"I need to go make breakfast for you all" I say, pushing forward my feet into the slips beside the bed.

"Could we not stay like this for a little longer" He grabs my hand and pulls me back, cuddling me close towards him. I don't resist, I move my hands through his hair, ruffling them and then moving forward to place my head on his chest.

By leaps and bounds he wraps his hands around my waist, and clasped me in his arms.

We stayed like this for quite sometime after which he seemed to have fallen asleep, all the cuddling had produced a soporific effect on him.

My entire focus and intent to not wake him up remained the cornerstone of my aim to untangle myself from the grasp of his comfy arms in which I sought solace.

After being successful in my mission to escape from the clutches of the teddy-bear like human I scurried off to my room to freshen up.

Soon I found myself humming in the pleasure of cooking, I had grown fond of the art of cooking due to practicing it over and over again at different intervals.

"Let me help you with that" I felt someone grab me from behind and this time I let him to so.

"Do you even know how to cook?" he dropped me to turn me around.

"Don't underestimate the power of an artist" he held his head up high and shoved past me, picking up various materials of cooking to use them to his content.

The breakfast was ready before time due to two people involved rather than one and so we had about 45 minutes left before everyone gathered down at the breakfast table.

"So today there's an MV shoot, isn't there?" I asked while we walked down the hall towards his room, as he said he had to get something from his room.

"Yes there is, why do you ask?" he glanced towards me and then continued walking ahead of me.

"Because usually whenever there's a MV shoot, you all inform me to get ready at a certain time, and provide a schedule sort of thing before hand, unlike this time" I was rather dubious about the whole thing, so I seeked to find answers.

"You're staying at home today and tomorrow, all the while the MV shoot continues." I stopped in my tracks on hearing that. That was cold.

"Why?" I continued to stand still, my arms now folded across my chest, my feet continually tapping out of inquisitiveness.

"Orders from above" he shrugged and took me hand to drag me along, as I refused to move.

"Liar" I pouted and then walked beside him.

"Am not" he flicked my head and ran off to his room.

I stood there, infuriation getting the better of me, I ran after him towards his room, but was not able to make it in time. He had already shut his door, making me stand outside, to do nothing but to wait.

After a good 5-10 minutes, he returned back with a smile sticked to his face.

"Let's go outside, it must be breezy at this time" I gave him a 'whatever' look and followed him to the terrace outside.

On reaching the terrace, it was blowy a day, just as he had predicted earlier.

I leaned against the railing, letting the wind brush past my hair.

The wind greets concrete and skin just the same, yet I am blessed to feel it. Its giddy currents flow through woodland canopies, unaware of how its song soothes those who can hear. I have always thought of the wind as so free, chaotic even, yet it too has its path, even if there are infinite possible destinations. It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every direction an option.

I close my eyes and enjoy the wind blowing past me, I smile as it brings a tingling sensation to my skin.

I have always loved the wind, for it comes to me so boldly, touches my skin. In coldness it rouses me to wakefulness, an alertness that lets me savour the moments in dryness and rain just the same. In soft breezes it is finer than silk, smoother than water. In the gales it sings through the trees, sending loose leaves on a dancing funfair ride, hypnotic, beautiful. In the summertime wind is cooling, allowing the warmth to gently enter muscle and bone while my skin feels so at ease with the world. Today is almost still and I find myself in joyful anticipation, absorbing the bright colours of the new foliage and buds, taking a moment to watch a dragonfly pass by, its back a brilliant electric blue.

I hear the sound of a flash and a click, that of a camera for sure. I break out my pleasing experience with the wind to turn around only to find a grinning Taehyung along with an artistic and engaging Polaroid in his hand.

"That's what you had to grab from your room?" I enquired and he nodded his head, taking yet another picture of me.

"Say Tae" he said and in an instant I made a V sign with my left hand and grinned widely.

After he was done with his photography session, I snatched the camera from his hand and brought it up to my eye, striving to make a professional photographer's face.

"My turn" I said and Tae gave me a variety of faces, his face was so photogenic, any pose that he made was pure perfection.

"You're way too good Tae" I shook my head , showing him his photos and he chuckled simply, rubbing the back of his head.