Egoistle

The zeroes and ones are slowly turning into letters which then create legible words and sentences. Lengthy descriptions and an infinite amounts of information fly across the holographic screen at an unnaturally fast pace only machines can recreate. Among the ocean of doom, death and lost, bright and warm words of hope and encouragement pop out from time to time, becoming more frequent in one place and less in another. Although every and each letter looks exactly the same as the previous and next one their placement is what's making the huge change and plays on your feelings and emotions - that you realized you actually posses, somehow. You l

"Ayo Yoongz, what's up?" Hoseok said casually to the mint haired. He's the only person (besides Jordan, of course, but he can't do anything about that kid) that can skip the whole honorifics thing without making Yoongi angry. At the familiar voice, the man mentioned just a moment ago spun around with a warm smile already present on his face. Jimin also turned around, but in more surprised manner, clearly taken off guard by the sudden loudness. "Hello, Hoseok. Nothing much, just working on my new MV and a little photoshoot. What are you doing here anyway?" The man asked in a calm and relaxed voice. Got him, the rainbow haired thought, He's no

Hobi ran his hand through his slightly greasy, colorful hair, eyes never leaving the huge screens. The blinds in his room were all the way down, not letting any sunlight from the outside peek inside. His seemingly tired face was lit by the blue light from the two rectangular monitors, eyes wide and dry with dark circles underneath them. The warmth from the computer easily heating the whole bedroom making it even harder to breathe. His dark brown orbs watering just slightly because of the intense aroma that hung around - a mix of deodorant, different food and drink mixing all together, no fresh air inside for five days straight. He sleepily ru

A young boy was crouching and watering some of the flowers inside the greenhouse behind the shop. He moved forward towards lilac flowers with purple tint and softly brushed their petals. He always takes the most care about them, not only because they are his favourite flowers, but also because he wishes that the happiness that they promise to him will visit him someday. Just as he was going to do his usual route of nursing the plants he heard his name being called by his co-worker inside the building. He quickly buttoned up his jacket, successfully hiding half of his face in it and grew some flowers inside the space left between the material

Jungkook placed the last shirt on it's rightful place and backed up, sighing in relief as his shift was coming to an end. He smiled to himself and went back to the counter. In the corner there was an empty seat, so using a chance, the black haired boy sat down and stretched his bones. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the shelf next to him. The shop was currently pretty empty and only soothing music was audible in the whole room. As Jungkook was dazing off, someone tapped on the counter, waking him up. He immediately opened his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him. He quickly relaxed seeing his good friend. Smiling,