Cantarella

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WARNING : NO BETA

A/N :

So this was actually old fanfiction inspired by the picture from 5th army zip. At first it had nothing to do with OmegaVerse but after I talked about this story with my precious friend, I realized how I missed this story so much and somehow I added OmegaVerse into this and things became unpredictable.

I hope you enjoy this, because this story is such a great angst hole to dig into.

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He met a fairy when he was seven years old.

That night, Taehyung woke up because of the heavy storm outside. Honestly, Taehyung himself, the prince loved thunder. He loves how the loud sound silenced every sound with the blaring blast of light. The white light looked so epic from his window.

Just if he can reach the handle of the window, he will open it and enjoy the cold rain but sadly Taehyung still too short to reach it and his small ladder was nowhere to be seen.

He didn't want to go back to his king-sized bed, the bed always too big for his little body and the warm blanket never felt as warm as it should be. He missed his parents so much, he wanted to play with them or maybe his with his brother but he also knew they were too busy to play with him.

He pushed the huge door slowly, he tried his best to open his bedroom door and made noise as small as possible. Visiting the library in the middle of the night and continue reading the picture book was a nice idea for the little boy.

He giggled when he thought what will his maid say tomorrow when he is nowhere to be seen in his bedroom, maybe they will freak out and search for him in every corner of the castle again like yesterday. He loved to tease the maids and servants.

He hummed his favourite song until he heard someone hiccupped. He froze, was it a ghost? He remembered the old tale about crying lady with a white dress in the castle and he shivered, ready to rush back to his safe bedroom.

'Appa- Eomma-'

The sad voice stopped him, he stood still on his track. He never knows ghost also has a father and a mother, the curiosity inside him was killing him alive, so he took a brave step and search for the source of the sound. It wasn't far from his place. As he walked closer and closer, a sweet scent hit his nostril but not forcing their way harshly, more like caressing him gently and at that moment Taehyung felt addicted to the fresh smell. It was similar to something fresh, smells sweet but not too sweet, just right.

He gulped, it was a boy. A teenager older than him by several years, maybe around nine or twelve. The ghost was bigger and taller. Luckily the ghost looked slim so Taehyung might stand a chance if the ghost suddenly stands up and trying to eat his soul like what the servant told him in his story.

The ghost continued crying, unaware of Taehyung's presence. The little boy watched how the ghost wiped his tears with his sleeve, the ghost trembled with his night white gown. Weirdly looked fragile from Taehyung's point of view. The ghost hugged his knees and buried his head between them, dead to the world surrounding him.

Taehyung stepped closer, wanted to see the ghost's face more clearly. At the same time he also scared but he always the brave one, this was nothing compared to eating broccoli.

'I'm scared...'

The ghost mumbled, Taehyung was close enough to catch those words. The boy tilted his head, so a ghost can feel fear too like a human.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung innocently asked, the ghost snapped his head and looked at Taehyung. The ghost widened his eyes when he saw the prince right in front of him before he flinched, almost jumping from his place. The ghost gasped as Taehyung's scent crept into him for the first time.