Hoseok left immediately after he made such a sudden revelation.
I swore I heard his voice crack in the end when he told me that, and my heart as well ached.
How does such an innocent child be a reason for someone's death?
I widen my eyes in a sudden realization. Leaning forward from the seat, I clasp my hands together.
Kim Taeho.
My father's murderer.
Why didn't I realize this too soon?
Kim Taehyung could be possibly related to Kim Taeho. I still refuse to believe it. I don't want to believe that my potential love interest could be someone more than just who I think he is.
Was that why I felt such an odd connection towards him?
Was that why he told me that I intrigued him so much?
The eleven-year-old boy I saw back in the forest...was he an innocent one?
Or perhaps his innocence has been tainted that time, and I was too naive to notice.
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Back to my intimidating facade, I sip my coffee silently whilst looking outside the windows of the cafe. I place my leg on top of the other one and continuously avoid the gaze of my brother, who has been staring at me for the past few minutes, and I've been pretending I don't notice.
"Haneul." He sighs.
I ignore him, trying to let him know that I am too "immersed" in the streets of the city of love right now.
"Haneul." He tries again but this time a bit stern.
I sip the coffee louder this time, attempting to drown out Hoseok's voice.
"Haneul!"
"What?" I hiss.
"Why are you ignoring me? Are you seriously letting out your anger at me when you're supposed to be letting it all out on that Kim Taehyung?" He scoffs, leaning back on his seat.
"I'm not angry at you," I snap back. "I'm...I'm..." I stutter.
Honestly, at this point, I don't know what I feel anymore. Everything is overwhelming me.
"I just..." I close my eyes, my grip around the mug tightening. "I hate you for being probably right about what you've been saying. Honestly. It's fucking annoying me." I open my eyes to glare at him.
"You just can't deny that even we can't stand each other, we're still siblings. I care about you, Haneul." He averts his gaze from me. "I don't know about you though."
I furrow my eyebrows. "What the fuck does that even suppose to mean?" I scoff.
"See?" He painfully grins at me. "You act like as if I'm not your brother, geez." He rolls his eyes.
"Well, I'm sorry, because I'm who I am. So I guess you have to deal with it because like you said, we're siblings." I say with a sarcastic tone.
"Now if you excuse me, brother." I emphasize the last word, standing up and abandoning my cup of coffee. "I have somewhere to be."
He grabs my wrist, preventing me from walking away further. "Are you gonna go to him again? Seriously, what did he do to you? Why do you seem like you're obsessed with him?" He questions and raises an incredulous eyebrow at me.
I grin mischievously. "Maybe because I am."
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There he is.
In all his glory, the handsome Kim Taehyung is once again making yet another masterpiece. He sure paints alot and undoubtedly, quickly. I can see and feel his motivation, the emotions he put into his artworks.
Absolutely ethereal and surreal.
He almost seems like an angel.
Only if he wasn't part of my dark past.
The sparkles in my eyes soon fade away upon remembering my real intention of meeting him.
I fast-walk across the road, my gaze never leaving Taehyung's form. With a stone-cold and blank expression, I barge in his studio, immediately catching his attention.
He seems calm. But I'm not.
My heart is thumping so loud, I can feel it and hear it loudly in my ears.
I take a deep breath, composing myself before questioning him. "Who are you, Kim Taehyung? And how do you know my father?"
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