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

Chap 18: Song (Free Palestine)

A week later:

Taehyung put down his pen, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had poured his heart and soul into the song, and he knew it was something special. He read through the lyrics one more time, making a few final tweaks before nodding in satisfaction.

"Free Palestine" was more than just a song - it was a message of hope, a cry for justice, and a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Taehyung knew that it wouldn't change the world overnight, but he hoped it would inspire others to take action, to speak out against oppression, and to stand in solidarity with those who were suffering.

With a sense of purpose, Taehyung picked up his guitar and began to play the melody he had written to accompany the lyrics. The music flowed effortlessly, a perfect blend of traditional Middle Eastern rhythms and modern pop sensibilities.

As he played, Taehyung felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he had created something truly special, something that would touch hearts and minds around the world. And with that thought, he smiled, knowing that "Free Palestine" was ready to be shared with the world.

Taehyung stretched his arms over his head, arching his back and extending his fingers. He let out a contented sigh, feeling the satisfaction of having completed his song. He got up from his bed and walked over to his phone, dialing Jungkook's number.

"Hey, Kookie!" Taehyung said, using his nickname for his fellow BTS member. "I've written a new song and I want you to hear it. I think it's really special." Jungkook's voice was cheerful on the other end of the line. "That sounds awesome, Hyung! I'd love to hear it. Can you send me the demo?"

Taehyung hesitated, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Nah, I don't want to send it to you. I want you to come here, to my village." Jungkook's tone turned curious. "What, why? Can't you just send it to me?"

Taehyung's grin grew wider. "No, I want you to read the lyrics in front of me. I want to see your reaction, your expression. I want to know what you think, without any filters." Jungkook laughed. "You're being weird, Hyung. But okay, I'll come. When?" Jungkook's voice was cheerful on the other end of the line. "Okay, Hyung! I'll come, but when?"

Taehyung thought for a moment, considering the timing. "Come in the evening, if it's possible. I want to share it with you when the sun sets, when the atmosphere is calm and peaceful." Jungkook's tone turned thoughtful. "Okay, Hyung. I'll be there in the evening. But you're really building up the suspense, aren't you?"

Taehyung chuckled, his excitement growing. "Maybe a little, Kookie. But trust me, it'll be worth it. See you soon!" Jungkook laughed. "Alright, Hyung. I'll see you soon. And don't think about trying to hide anything from me, I'll be able to tell if you're being fake!"

Taehyung grinned, feeling a sense of camaraderie with his friend. "I wouldn't dare, Kookie. See you soon!" Taehyung hung up the phone, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see Jungkook's reaction to the song, to share his creation with his friend and fellow artist. He felt a sense of pride and ownership, knowing that he had created something special.
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Taehyung walked out of his room and into the living room, where his grandma was sitting on the couch, watching TV. He sat down beside her, giving her a gentle smile. "Grandma, what are you watching?" he asked, nodding towards the TV.

His grandma turned to him, a warm smile on her face. "Oh, just an old drama. I've seen it before, but I love it. How was your day, dear?" Taehyung leaned back into the couch, feeling comfortable beside his grandma. "It was good, Grandma. I wrote a song."

His grandma's eyes lit up with interest. "A song? That's wonderful, Taehyung! What's it about?" Taehyung hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "It's just something I wanted to express, Grandma. I'll play it for you later, okay?" His grandma nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Okay, dear. I can't wait to hear it."