"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her." sighed Taehyung as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.
Meet 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝚊 𝚙𝚞...
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𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝟕𝟖
Rain poured down over the land of Bonelake.
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Each drop followed by another made the view of one village dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past a young girl who stood under an umbrella with her aunt and uncle.
Her jade-green eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in, an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain.
"Aunt Marion....do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." She placed more strength into her arms to keep the umbrella steady.
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"He will come, Kookie."
Kookie's mother passed away seven months ago, and since then, her maternal relatives have taken care of her.
Her aunt rubbed and wrung her hands together. The rain was getting heavy, and the wind did not help, making it impossible for the umbrella to stop all the rain from reaching their legs and shoes. Her aunt gave a look to her husband standing next to her. Pressing her lips into thin lips, they waited for the expected man to arrive.
They had been standing there with a sack of potatoes and turnips which had to be sold to a customer today. They owned a little shop at the corner end of the village market. The shop did not fare well.
