𝘼 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝖪𝖳𝖧 Halal 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ||

Chap 15: The truth untold

Taehyung's eyes shone with excitement as he looked at the old radio transmitter. "Grandma, can I keep this?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.

But to his surprise, his grandma's expression turned firm, her eyes stern. "No, Taehyung. I'm afraid that's not possible."

Taehyung's face fell, his grip on the transmitter tightening. "Why not, Grandma? It's old and doesn't work anymore. What's the point of keeping it?"

His grandma's voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed a hint of sadness. "That transmitter is a part of your family's history, Taehyung. But it's also a reminder of painful memories. I don't want you to be burdened with that."

Taehyung's curiosity was piqued. What painful memories could an old radio transmitter hold? He wanted to know more, but his grandma's expression told him that she wouldn't budge.

"Please, Grandma," Taehyung tried again, but she shook her head.

"No, Taehyung. I'll put it back in the box. It's safer that way."

Taehyung's face is set in determination. "Grandma, please. I want to keep it. I promise I'll take care of it."

His grandma sighed, her expression unyielding. "Taehyung, I said no. It's not a toy, and it's not something you can play with. It's a part of your family's past, and it's better left alone."

Taehyung's grip on the transmitter didn't waver. "But why? What's so special about it? You said it was my father's, but you won't tell me anything else. Please, Grandma, just tell me the truth."

His grandma's eyes flashed with a warning, but Taehyung stood his ground. He could sense that there was more to the story, and he was determined to uncover it.

Taehyung's grandma shook her head firmly, her expression unyielding. "No, Taehyung. I won't tell you more. And I won't let you keep the transmitter. It's too dangerous."

Taehyung's face fell, his eyes widening in frustration. "Grandma, please! You can't just keep secrets from me like this. I have a right to know about my family's past."

His grandma's voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed a hint of fear. "You don't understand, Taehyung. Some secrets are meant to stay buried. For your own protection."

Taehyung's grip on the transmitter tightened, his mind racing with possibilities. What could be so dangerous about an old radio transmitter? He was determined to find out, but his grandma's expression told him that she wouldn't budge.

"Fine," Taehyung said finally , his voice cold. "Keep your secrets, Grandma. But I'll find out the truth eventually."

His grandma's eyes flashed with a warning, but Taehyung just turned and walked away.
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Taehyung tossed and turned, his mind racing with thoughts of the radio transmitter. Why had his grandma been so adamant about keeping it from him? What secrets was it hiding? He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something important about the transmitter, something that his grandma didn't want him to know.

As he lay in bed, Taehyung's curiosity only grew stronger. He thought about sneaking back to the attic, trying to find the transmitter again, but he knew his grandma would be watching. She always seemed to know when he was up to something.

Taehyung's stubbornness kicked in, fueling his determination to uncover the truth. He threw off the covers and got out of bed, pacing back and forth in his darkened room. Why was his grandma being so secretive? What was she hiding?

As he paced, Taehyung's eyes landed on the room door, and he felt a sudden urge to sneak out from room to attic, to explore more things and see if he could uncover any clues and can steal radio . He hesitated for a moment, knowing it was a reckless idea, but his curiosity got the better of him.