An arranged marriage that falls apart due to some misunderstandings.
The journey of remorse and regrets towards forgiveness.
With their sixteen-year-old son caught in the middle, Jungkook and Taehyung must confront their past and embrace the raw emo...
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^At loss of words!!
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THIRD PERSON POV-
''Mom...what are you painting today?'' The brunette asked playing with the different paint brushes while Taehyung put an apron to protect his clothes from the colours.
It was evening and Taehyung was on the terrace once again. Its his favourite part of Jeon Mansion. The soft wind never cease here and the sky always keep his eyes on this open place. Taehyung feel so relaxed here.
''Love and Hate.'' The blue eyed male replied smiling at his son who made a thinking face.
''Love and Hate? How will you paint both emotions in a single painting?'' He asked confused. Taehyung giggled and ruffled his son's hairs and picked up the colour palette.
''Its easy.... Hate and Love are not much different from each other.''
''Really? How?''
''Love has passion in it, so does hate. Love has insanity, so does hate. Love keep stuck you to a person, so does hate, in fact, love snatches your sleep, so does hate. Both of these emotions make you restless, helpless and desperate. Love makes you think about only one person and hate does the same. It also doesn't let you sleep peacefully. Love and hate go hand in hand, you may love a person in daylight and hate him in the dark.'' Taehyung explained making Taegguk's mouth widen in surprise.
''Wow Mom.....I never thought like that.'' He commented in awe.
''Because you are not a painter, my big baby!'' The blonde teased his son who scrunched his nose in offence.
''Mom.....Don't call me that.''
''Then what should I call you? Bunny?''
''Call me anything but not that big baby....I hate it.'' Taegguk whined making his mother giggle.
''Okay....stop whining and let me focus now.''
''Okay!'' The brunette immediately became silent. He knew his mother like to paint in complete silence where only his creativity and heart narrates stories on the blank canvas. Taehyung smiled and looked at the colours lying on the table only to frown.
Taegguk looked at his mother's confused face.
''What happened, Mom?''
''I think I forgot to bring oil pastels..'' Taehyung replied checking once again. Taegguk nodded and got down from the table.
''Let me bring them...'' He said making the blonde smile at him thankfully. Taegguk smiled back in response and walked away.
The brunette entered his mother's room and walked to the cupboard where Taehyung keep all the painting supplies. He opened it and searched for the said colours when his eyes fell on something. He frowned in confusion and picked up the rolled sheet.
