A simple man and a magical fairy form an odd pairing, one that was never meant to be, but somehow came to be.
"How about we take a break? You've been reading for a while now." Taehyung grinned as he flicked the boy's chin before getting up.
It was a...
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An elderly man wheezes a breath as he traverses through a forest; birdsongs his prized company in the bustle.
Years of long travel have worn away his joints, causing them to ache from age and burn midst inflammation.
Despite that, he remains persistent, willing to pay the price with his pain tenfold if need be.
He eventually pauses at a split in the path before opting to take a detour as a quick rest will do his old bones well.
Following the sound of rushing water, he pushes past a low-hanging branch to find a spring with a fall that stood taller than any of the trees around him.
He breathes in the scent of fresh water, its moisture igniting his memory that wanes further from reality with each passing day.
Tired, he sits on a large boulder and rests the satchel on his shoulder at his feet. He takes a moment to gaze up at the afternoon sky before his eyes roam the expanse of his surroundings.
It's been years, yet he can still recall the memories he had made here so long ago. When times were simpler.
The elder grins, the taste on his tongue bittersweet as his cracked lips separate.
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The sun barely peaked over the horizon, dyeing the sky orange with its warmth.
Jungkook walked down a cobblestone path, nibbling on days-old bread he had gotten from the Baker.
Mr. Han was a friend of his mother's before she passed.
Every Saturday morning, he'd give Jungkook his surplus goods and send him home with two fresh muffins, one chocolate chip, and one blueberry. His kindness remnant of a friendship he cherished.
The chocolate chip one was for him, obviously, and the blueberry was for his brother, Yoongi.
They were his favorite customers, which was ironic considering they never bought anything from him, or much from anyone to be frank.
Ever since their mother, a niece of a baroness, died when they were young, they lived poorly.
Their family wealth was stripped from them and since then, they've worked hard to fend for themselves.
Under normal circumstances, Jungkook wouldn't have minded.
Everything they needed was only a forest venture away...everything except medications and doctors.
The groan of hinges rang out as Jungkook walked into a small cottage, closing the door behind him with his foot, "Yoongi, I'm home!"
"I went to see Mr. Han this morning!" He placed the bag of goods down on the rounded kitchen table, "You wouldn't believe what I heard from him today!"
