A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XXI

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In life,

Just like not every leter gets a reply,

Just like not every time the sky gets her moon,

Just like that,

Not all stories have a happy ending.

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"Must this be sufficient?"

Taehyung stared at all the tennis equipment in front of him that just came in past the door. Of course, he didn't buy it, it won't be pretty for his bank account, but rather sponsored by his father's company which apparently had too much money to save so it decided to spend it on silly things like this.

Starting from the tennis racquet from the most certified brand adorning his favourite colour, beige, to the lush, green tennis ball which looked fresher than the plastic plants he had put up in his living room to make look 'livable'. The truth was that, he was too lazy to take care of non-motile organisms that would bring him absolutely no profit.

As one would expect, that was not all. There was more!

His father had even got him the perfect outfit to play the sport in white and brown with the band that pressed against his wrists for protection but naturally, he wasn't satisfied. So, out came his phone and he dialed a number where he was sure that his wish would come true.

"What is it, didn't you get my gift?"

"Yes," He looked at the box again in dismay, "I did. But you didn't give a bandana!" Childishly flinging his feet over the couch, his figure slumped down on the couch with his eyes staring at the high ceiling while the soft fabric caressed his backside.

"I see, so that's how you are grateful. Okay, I will tell your bank to not to give you your mone-"

"I love the gift! Who said I need a bandana, I am totally fine without it, yeah."

"If that's it, I am hanging up the phon-" And then Taehyung disconnected the call. He really needed the money else he won't survive given that the numbers on the chart are depleting exponentially.

But as he was about to get up, another call came in from a number he wished he had blocked years ago. The muscles on his jaw clenched as his gaze was locked on the name and the sound of the ringing became fainter and fainter until he could only see that one name in his sight. He didn't want to pick up but he had to because the caller would tell his father and then the only way to sustain himself would perish. So unwillingly, his jaw unclenched as his finger swiped past the green button before the last ring.

"What took you so long to pick up a mere phone call, you idiot-"

"The number you've called is out of your network range and your league so please leave a message after a beep. Thanks no thanks."

"... you've not studied this technique yet, have you?"

Taehyung sighed as his eyebrows raised up in annoyance, "I did, now please get off my phone. You're making it impure."