DESTINY FOUND ITS WAY | TAEGYU

DFIW : 1

1959
London

Falling in love was mythic.

Over exaggerated, romanticized, far-fetched, idealistic.

Falling in love was anything but realistic.

It was fairy tales he read and simplified shortened stories he heard as a child. It was the glass wall everyone puts up in front of their everlasting relationship to make it perfect.

Falling in love was anything but perfect.

At least to Taehyun, anyway.

He had grown up around a family falling apart like crumbles of a cheaply painted wall. His mother despised her husband, who loathed his wife.

They had been together for years and years. Yet, unhappy. Unsatisfied. Un-perfect.

Why were they still together? Taehyun would never know, for he'd never ask.

He would just understood simply— love never lasts.

"Oh, he's quiet." Taehyun heard. "Doesn't talk much. Reads a lot. He's at work a lot, rarely ever at home."

Taehyun scoffed to himself, standing by the doorway. What was so reprehensible about being quiet?

He heard it since he was a child— you talk too little, open your mouth a bit more, stop being such a bore. Plus, reading is the one escape he has from everything that surrounds him. And his work... his work keeps him busy. He just wants to be kept busy. From everything around him. His own self, perhaps.

"I think it's rather charming, really! Never curses, always polite. Plus, he's so intelligent. From all those books he reads. Works at a law firm. The one by the downtown, yeah." Taehyun heard further.

And that made his shoulders relax a little. So he's not... the worst.

Taehyun was stood by the entrance of the house he was in. Whose house? He's unsure. In fact, for the past few weeks, Taehyun had been rather unsure.

Moved to London a month ago. Barely settled into a new home, and now he had been dragged into their neighbor's house. Loud chatter came from the living room, while Taehyun looked around— taking in the modern aesthetic of the home. It was rather large, which made Taehyun wonder about the number of people residing there.

The rain was pouring heavily outside. London, of course. It was night time, around 8 pm. Taehyun saw a vinyl sitting on a little brown end table pressed against the corner of the wall, jutting out with its wooden refinery.

Taehyun placed his fingertips gently against the onyx disk sitting silently on the spinner, and then—

"It's Little Richard." A voice came, deep, and Taehyun turned around in an instant, a chill running down his spine, which startled him.

"Quite impressive?" Continued— referring to the vinyl on the record player.

Taehyun's eyes were big for a few seconds, and it's like he forgot how to make a speech with the vocal cords in his mouth.