VMin "Shots"

The Married Professor- 10

"The Kims"

Taehyung blinked couple of times before settling down his flickering orbs on the shining metal , that he was prone to see every day since his boyhood, until one day he got a call from his dad, angry, disappointed words dipped into venom was breaking Taehyung along with his relationship with this alley,.where he had spend most of his life.

1 year passed, but everything was still the same. The alleys, the streets, the shopkeeper.

Although, few more new infrastructure seemed to be underconstruction but it had no effect on the essence of Deja Vu, that Taehyung felt with each step.

The innocence that was there once, still lingers in the air. Mixture of sweet candy and bread being baked in one of those turns.

His heart raced, as he turned the 3rd and final street from the highway.

A huge gate, who's ends attached with the 7 feet high boundary of his native house , was closed. He took deep a breath, stomach twisting in unknown force of feelings. Happiness, sadness, nervousness everything altogether.

Across the gate, after walking the 4-5 meter red stone aisle, there was his house, 50 years old, every corner screeming the typical korean tradition and architecture, it was built by his grandfather, the house looks like a bungalow but it isn't.

It is just a huge house with a plenty of garden area , now used for car parking.

As he walked through these things, he met the yellow marigold bushes, stuffed with golden flowers.

He smiled recalling the memory where his mother was practically screaming to buy and plant a marigold and Taehyung had to go all the way to the best nursery 10 miles away from Daegu.

A gust of october wind passed rustling the leaves, Such a serene night and away from his lover, he was too anguished to feel the Psithurism that he loves.

He neared the gate, his hands shaking in fear, fear of his father's agony.

His calves shook and for a brief moment he wanted to step back, but his promise to Jimin was standing like a huge berg , closing every path of return. A drop of warm tear rolled down his cold, chapped, tired face and he gulped the bitterness , before raising his shaking hands and knocking the door.

It was barely 11 p.m. not a big deal for summers but arrival of winters make it look like midnight.

Suddenly the rustling and bustling that he was feeling at the other side of the door, stopped. His breathings were fast , teeth gnawing the cheeks' flesh, as a pair of feet heard to be nearing him.
His grip on his travelling bag tightened. Ready to face his family after an year or more.

The huge wooden door opened and his stomach dropped into his gut, as soon as his mother's eyes meet with his.

"TaeTae" he only word she could uttered , he eyes twinkled seeing her younger son standing right there.

She wanted to scream his name and clung to his neck but stopped when she remembered her husband's vow of never seeing him.

"Eomma..." he mumbled in broken voice.

The morphing of her facial expressions from being extremely shocked and happy to sad and jittery.

He need no answers.

"Who is this Mrs.Kim?" A very familiar voice reached echoing through the hall

"Who...Ahh..you?"

"Tae" Jennie's husband spotted Tae

Taehyungssi" Namjoon's wife turned when she heard the name.

"Hyung" jennie squeaked ignoring her Appa.