skatin' ~~ taegyu [ON HOLD]

25: future

a 7 year old choi beomgyu stood in the living room, presenting his school project to his parents and older step-brother.

"today i will be presenting a project about my dream job!" the little boy smiled, turning the giant poster board around.

the board was decorated with music notes, stars, and sparkles which gleamed under the lighting of the large living room. the young boy's eyes glowed with dreams and hope. 

MUSICIAN was written in big and bold towards the top of the poster.

"i want to be a musician, that way everyone can hear and appreciate my music!"

"that's enough," his father stated coldly, snatching the board from beomgyu and ripping it down the middle. 

"wait- t-that was my school project that's due t-tomorrow..." beomgyu stuttered, hands shaking slightly.

"i don't care. stay up all night redoing it for all i care."

"b-but father... why?"

"this dream is useless. a career as a musician will get you nowhere in life," his father hissed, voice growing louder by every passing second. "mention being a music artist again, and you will be sent back down to the basement."

"yes, sir..." the boy sniffled, turning away from his family to hide the tears now falling from his eyes.

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the family was seated at the dinner table, eating in silence. tension was running high, and no one dared to speak.

"beomgyu, it is time for you to begin looking at applying for colleges. have you chosen what you want to major in?" mr. choi questioned, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at his son. 

"i-i'm not sure," his voice cracked slightly while answering. he preferred not to speak about his plans of the future.

"how could you not know?" the adult man snarled, his hand tightening into a fist, "you're graduating in about a year."

"if i told you, you would ridicule me!" beomgyu cried out, glancing away from his father.

"oh, is this about that stupid musician shit again?" the man questioned, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

"yes! i want to fucking major in music! that is my plan for the future!"

"i thought i told you not to bring that up again," his father growled, now standing and walking towards the boy, "now you're really going to get it."

beomgyu stood also, backing away from his father. "it's what i want to do! i love music!"

the man lunged for the smaller boy, attempting to grab him. the boy dodged to the side, then began to run.

"leave this house and you're dead when you return!" the man yelled.

beomgyu paid no attention, sprinting out the front door and down the dark lamp-lit street.

after sprinting a few blocks, the boy slowed, gasping for breath. checking his watch, he realized it was nine pm.

"great. where am i supposed to sleep now?" beomgyu wondered aloud.

then, he noticed a bench. he recognized it being the same bench where taehyun opened up to him about his parents. this realization gave the boy an idea.

beomgyu reached into his pocket, retrieving his phone. dialing a number, the line rang for a few moments before someone picked up.

"hello? beomgyu? what's up?" taehyun's voice rang through the receiver. beomgyu smiled slightly after he heard the other's voice.