Love

Love Beyond Time

The 1950s in Seoul were a time of social norms and expectations, where love between two men was a dangerous secret to bear. Taehyung, with his charismatic smile and artistic spirit, was a regular at the Café L'amour, a hidden haven for those who dared to defy societal constraints.

One crisp autumn evening, as the café's dimly lit interior buzzed with chatter and the soft strumming of a guitar, Taehyung sat alone at a corner table, sipping on his coffee. His dark eyes scanned the room, searching for something, someone, though he didn't quite know who.

Jungkook, the reserved son of a prominent businessman, entered the café, his leather jacket a stark contrast to the refined attire of the other patrons. He paused near the entrance, his gaze sweeping over the room, until his eyes met Taehyung's. In that instant, the world around them faded away, and an unspoken connection was forged.

Jungkook made his way to Taehyung's table, his heart pounding in his chest. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, nodding toward the empty chair.

Taehyung, his voice tinged with curiosity, replied, "No, please, have a seat."

They sat in silence for a moment, the air charged with an unspoken tension. Finally, Jungkook broke the ice. "I've seen you here before. You come here often?"

Taehyung, his lips curling into a gentle smile, replied, "Yes, I find solace in this place. The world outside can be so unforgiving, don't you think?"

Jungkook nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and understanding. "Yes, it can be."

As the night wore on, Taehyung and Jungkook talked about art, music, and their dreams. They shared stories of their childhood, their families, and their deepest desires, careful not to reveal the true nature of the connection blossoming between them.

When the café's owner announced that it was closing time, Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged contact information on a scrap of paper, their fingers brushing in a moment of electric connection.

As they stepped out onto the bustling streets of Seoul, Taehyung turned to Jungkook. "I hope we can meet again," he said, his voice filled with hope.

Jungkook's gaze never wavered as he replied, "I hope so too, Taehyung."

Little did they know that this chance encounter in the 1950s would be the beginning of a love that would endure against all odds, shaping the course of their lives and defying a society that was not yet ready to accept their truth.

The years rolled by, and the chance encounter at the Café L'amour had become a memory etched deep within Taehyung and Jungkook's hearts. They went on with their separate lives, their paths crossing only sporadically in the bustling streets of Seoul. Taehyung, with his charisma and artistic pursuits, had indeed become the talk of the town, while Jungkook remained the reserved son of a local businessman, harboring his feelings like a tightly guarded secret.

One humid summer evening, fate intervened once more. Taehyung had just finished an art exhibition, and his success had garnered him even more attention. As he stood under the soft glow of gallery lights, surrounded by admirers, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emptiness. Among all the applause and accolades, there was an absence he couldn't ignore.

Jungkook, still leading the life expected of him by his family, found himself at the same exhibition, a subtle curiosity guiding his steps. He observed Taehyung from a distance, the striking artist who had once captured his heart with a single glance. Taehyung's charisma had only grown over the years, but it was the sadness in his eyes that caught Jungkook's attention.