Kim Taehyung Imagines

IMAGINE 7:

Do You Remember? ( short story )

Third Person's Point of View

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh." You said as you opened your arms widely, inhaling the fresh air of the country.

"South Korea. I missed this! Geez!" You said as you walk, reminiscing the memories of the past before you and your family migrate in the Philippines.

You ride a taxi. While riding, you saw a lots of billboards displaying different artists from different entertainments.

But this one caught your attention.

Seven hot guys standing cooly, hands on their pocket with fierce eyes.

While the taxi is on stop because of the red light, the driver asked you something.

"If you don't mind, can I turn on the radio?"- he asked while looking at you in the mirror.

You just smiled and nodded.

"Ne. I don't mind. Besides, it is too quiet in here."- you said.

Then the driver turned on the radio and a sweet music played.

Baby, baby geudaeneun~

Caramel macchiato~

"What is that music?"- you asked confusedly.

That voice! It seems familiar!

"Ah! Haha! It is Coffee by Bangtan Boys popularly known as BTS. Have you heard it before, miss?"*- he asked then starts the engine again. Green light.

"N-no. It is my first time to hear that particular name."- you said.

"*chuckled* What country are you from? They are popular all over the world. It is impossible for you to not know their music or to not hear their names."- said the driver.

"I was born here but I grew up there in the Philippines. As far as I know, umma let me stay there because she said that I undergo an accident when I was a child, and maybe some doctors there might help me in my condition."- you said continuously.

The driver just nodded as an answer.

"The part of the song that you heard earlier was Taehyung's part. He is really popular especially to girls. He has the most fangirls in the group. Even my daughter likes him hardcore."- the driver said proudly while still driving.

Taehyung.....

Taehyung.......

Wait....

Taehyung?

You suddenly felt unwell and touched your head.

"Miss, miss. Gwaenchana?"- the driver asked, looking at you.

"Aniyo. I think I need to rest immediately as I went to my house. Just park over there."- you said as you pointed out to the old house on the street.

Then the driver parked near to that old house and helped you bring out your luggages.

"Take care arasseo?"- he said while carrying your luggage on one side.

"Ne. Kamsahamnida."- you said then bowed politely.

"Cheonmal. I have to go now. Annyeong."- he said then entered the taxi again and drove away.

You were looking at the house infront of you.

It is old but it stil looks like new. some parts renovated.

You sighed as you grips on the handle of your bags, ready-ing yourself to carry it all the way inside.