Anti-Romantic | Taegyu

: ̗̀➛ | Kang Taehyun

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Kang Taehyun, the kind of guy you'd mistake for a loner which he fairly was, only he was the kind which even if you tried to befriend out of curiosity for his breathtaking looks and mysterious personality, you couldn't. He was untouchable, unfriendly, unloveable.
A true anti romantic.

And the cause of it is more horrific than its outcome...

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A nine year old living the normal life. A big mansion, lovely mafia parents, tons of rich toys. That was little Taehyun's life, picture perfect, well atleast until it wasn't.

It was Taehyun's 9th birthday. Excited to see his parents, he ran out of his room accidentally bumping into the guard on his way to the living room to greet his parents only to be surprised by gifts and cake.

Taehyun's mom, Kang Aeri who had her nose in files and papers caught the sight of her son running towards her immediately tossing the sheets away and held him tight smudging lipstick all over his face with kisses, of course he acted grossed out.

His dad, Kang Sehun who was busy on some call, smiled ruffling his hair mouthing the words 'Happy Birthday' in between his call as he spoke right after, "Has the airport team arrived?"

Oh. It sounded as if his parents were going on a business trip, his smile would have faded if it weren't for his mother distracting him with a big present wrapped in pretty snow white paper and a neat red bow, gifted by the both of them.

Excited as any child, his eyes glistening at the big box ready to open it right then but his expression changed into realization, "Wait! I have something for you!"

Surprising his parents by jumping up to run back upstairs, he ran to his room but stopping at his door impatiently waiting for the guard to open the door for him. "Hurry!"

Once opened he ran inside, crawling under his bed to take out a shoe box that stored a surprise. A gift. A gift that he made.

It was a drawing, it was his greatest work to date, he had to find ways to keep himself busy when his parents left him with his home school teacher. She was bitter sweet to him, she was nice but limiting his tv time and monitoring bedtime was unforgivable.

Checking his drawing one more time, objectively it was just some stick figures colourfully scribbled on a sheet of paper with some oil pastels but it was his efforts that counted, right?

Staying up all night drawing his family of three underneath his blanket fort and having to close the night lamp few times at night whenever his guard would come in to check up on him as he pretended to be dead was a challenge he enjoyed.