Summary : In a foreign city which tongue you can’t quite decipher, you run into a man who proves that with the absence of language, you understand a thousand different things worth running out of word for.
Word count : 5,038 words
A/N : I just want to write something sweet to recover from all the cryptic depressing stuffs bighit has been throwing us. And this is inspired by that episode of Bon Voyage where Taehyung doesn’t know where the heck he is, yet relishes every single second of it.
I hope you love this piece, and if you send me feedbacks, I’d love you with my fat little heart for eternities <3
Thinking that you can tackle a one-week backpacking trip to Italy,
lured by a free ticket you’ve won from a mere stroke of luck, is probably an
idea more stupid than exciting now that you’re stuck between a rock and a hard
place. Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer, they say, and
you blatantly believed in the promises of rejuvenation and stories in between
passport pages. But your roots are of a tedious college scholar, not of an
outrageous wanderlust, and if there are two things you are terrible at, they
are directions and languages.
“I’ll post the headcanons one or two at a time,” I thought. “That way it won’t be one big infodump like last time," I thought. Then the first two I tried to work on kluged together into modernAU!fic, which I don’t think either of the askers had in mind, and this is the result. -_- Sometimes my brain works in mysterious ways. So here’s my response to the first two questions - I’ll be spacing the others out, a few days apart so it’s not everything all at once.
Gen, illustrated, 2,209 words, one-shot
Vio looked up from his laptop as the sounds of Nerf warfare filtered through the dorm wall.