Eunha, having completed her household duties, set forth to college after a heartfelt goodbye with her mother. The weight of her responsibilities accompanied her, creating a silent burden that only she could carry. As she entered the college gates, the familiar routine provided a temporary escape from the concerns that lingered in the recesses of her mind.
Amid the hustle and bustle of students traversing the campus, Eunha was unexpectedly greeted by her best friend, Liela, who approached her from behind. Liela's voice cut through the ambient noise, "Hey Eunha, what's up?" Startled, Eunha turned around to see the friendly face that never failed to bring comfort. A brief exchange of greetings ensued, and together they made their way towards the classroom, their footsteps echoing in sync.
As they settled into their seats, Liela, ever perceptive, noticed the shadows that veiled Eunha's usual cheerfulness. Seizing a moment when the classroom chatter subsided, Liela leaned in and asked, "Did you talk to Mr. Kim about your mother?" The question hung in the air, laden with genuine concern.
Eunha's gaze shifted, revealing the weight of unspoken worries. "No," she sighed, "he's not here. Mr. Kim is currently outside the country for a business trip." Liela's eyes mirrored a mixture of empathy and determination as she absorbed Eunha's response.
Unable to confide in Mrs. Kim, Eunha felt a sense of helplessness regarding her mother's health struggles. Liela, sensing her friend's distress, offered a comforting reassurance, "Don't worry. You should talk to them. And you know I'm here for you too, okay?" Liela's words carried a promise of solidarity, a pledge to stand by Eunha's side through the challenges that life had thrown her way.
Eunha, touched by Liela's unwavering support, mustered a grateful smile. "Thank you," she whispered, "for being there and motivating me to face this." The weight that Eunha carried began to feel a bit lighter, as if shared between friends who understood the strength derived from unity.
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'___________'Taehyung, immersed in a moment of relaxation in his room, found his tranquility shattered by the unwelcome intrusion of his ringing phone. Annoyed, he hastily ended the call, seeking a return to the peace he had momentarily lost. Yet, the persistent buzzing persisted, provoking him to answer with a growing frustration.
"Shut up and tell me why are you making that sound?" he demanded, his irritation evident in his tone. The response came in the form of tearful sobs, and the voice belonged to his sister Mina. "I-It's a-about D-d-Da- Dad?" she managed to convey amidst the emotional turmoil.
Concern flickered in Taehyung's eyes, replacing the annoyance that had dominated his demeanor. "What about him? Tell me," he urged, standing up from his sofa as if the urgency of the situation demanded his immediate attention. Mina, her voice quivering, shared the distressing news, "Father got in an accident. You have to come here right now."
A growl of frustration escaped Taehyung's lips. "I am, now," he replied sharply, the gravity of the situation compelling him to act swiftly. Without further delay, he gathered his belongings, ready to face the unforeseen circumstances that awaited him.
Turning to his friend Jungkook, Taehyung relayed the urgent call and its troubling context. Jungkook, displaying genuine concern, remarked, "I'm glad that you care for your father." Taehyung's response was a chuckle tinged with bitterness, "Care my foot, I'm not going there because he is my father. It's because the woman I loved the most took a promise from me to take care of the man she loves."
As Taehyung returned to his beloved country, bitter and sour memories began to resurface, coloring his homecoming with emotions he couldn't quite decipher. The familiarity of his surroundings seemed to clash with the complexities of his inner turmoil.
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FanfictionTaehyung, a kind 8-year-old from a billionaire family, was sent abroad for business studies. After 15 years, he returned, transformed. The warmth he once had was replaced by coldness, his heart now ruled by ego and entitlement. Wealth had reshaped h...