To See The Sun | KTH x Reader

Chapter 1

A/N

Hello and welcome to my first fanfiction! I'm so excited to upload some of my work to a public forum, I've always wanted to share my work but haven't had enough confidence to but it's 12AM and I have nothing better to do (that is a lie, I have like 6 assignments and 2 tests happening next week). Please enjoy the story :), or don't, it's whatever.

Also, I apologise in advance for my English, it is not my first language.

It would also be important to note that this takes place at the beginning of 2006, so Taehyung is 10 and Y/N is 9 (I made her birthday February 1996, but this won't affect the story much).

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You ran. You ran so fast you could hear the whistle of the wind as you flew past it. You ran so fast that you were free. You were so free, you could laugh. You could laugh, even as the tall men with guns chased you.

You admired the colourful brick houses with rusty tin roofs while you ran. You looked around in awe as you thought, 'this is what freedom looks like, this is what home looks like'.

However, you were quickly brought out of your trance when you felt a hand roughly wrap around your wrist and pull you into the chest of a boy who couldn't be much older than you. You turned away from him, his hand still gripping your wrist, only to see a car that would've crushed you if not for this boy, speed across the road and you watch the men with guns retreat when they spotted the boy.

"Don't touch me!" you screamed, in your native tongue, at him.

The boy simply tilted his head in confusion and scrunched his nose at the loud noise, obviously not understanding, although the language felt oddly familiar. Nonetheless, he let go of your wrist, even without understanding. "You were nearly run over! Where are your parents?" He asked, in Korean.

You didn't understand. At all. So, you simply decided to walk away. Except, you found it wasn't so simple to walk when you found his hand wrapped around your wrist, again. "I said, don't touch me." you scoffed, sounding more annoyed than angry.

He raised his right hand slightly, to indicate he was sorry, now understanding from your body language you didn't like it when he touched you.

Suddenly, you watch his eyes widen, like he just realised something very important, as he takes his very manly camo patterned backpack off and tips it over, shaking it so random rubbish and toys fall out of it, stray marbles roll across the road, colouring pencils scatter on the pavement, and what looks to be a cheap plastic magnifying glass breaks, but he doesn't seem to care. You giggle at the boy's brash and impulsive actions and watch as he quickly squats down grabbing a black texta and purple paper, and coming back up with a goofy boxy grin.

You eyed him, questioningly, as he started to draw on the paper, leaning it against his thigh and attempting to balance on one leg. Only to look like an idiot, trying to draw while hopping around. You could only laugh as you watched this boy attempt to draw.

Deciding you had enough of his antics, you grab the paper from him and lean it against the blue wall of a house beside him and point to it, while giving him a stare that said 'are you dumb?'.

You sat on the pavement as you waited for him to finish his masterpiece, because, quite honestly, you had nowhere better to be.

After only a few seconds, the boy crouched down to your level, texta lid between his teeth, and shoved his art and the Texta in your face. You saw he drew a stick figure and above it, written using the roman alphabet, was Taehyung, beside it was another stick figure, however, it had long hair and above it was a question mark. You understood then, that he was telling you his name and asking for yours. Before telling Taehyung your name you attempted to say his name aloud, quietly and taking your time with each syllable, you spoke, "Tah-ee-hyoong?" completely butchering his name.

After hearing you say his name, you don't know what you had expected, but it certainly wasn't him laughing so hysterically that he'd rolled over onto his back, hitting the ground with his fist, and tears streaming from his eyes. Surely you hadn't pronounced his name that badly?

You looked away from him, pouting, with tears caused by embarrassment threatening to fall. Soon, he sat back up, "it wasn't even that funny, I don't know why I laughed so hard," he said to you, in Korean, but you didn't understand so you were still. Reluctantly, you turned back to face him, still pouting with your eyebrows creased. Then he spoke again, saying his name correctly and speaking slowly so you could understand, pointing to his mouth and over exaggerating his lips movements, he spoke, "Tae-," stretching the vowel, "hyung".

"Tae-hyung," you repeated, slowly and with an accent, but when you looked at him, he gave you two thumbs up and a bright smile, while nodding his head vigorously. You smiled back at him as you felt pride and giddiness swell up in your stomach. Then, you spoke your name to him.

"Y/n".