- somewhere in tokyo
the cool october chill filled the air and taehyung stumbled through the streets with only ache burdening him.
it was that time of year again that he despised. the cold crisp air along with the fallen leaves gave him unwanted recollection of his past.
after a long walk with wretch and despair consuming his mind and body, he finally arrived home.
he couldn't even bare the thought of her.
the man kneeled in front of the coffee table that was filled with a plethora of fruits and a bountiful of korean dishes.
he gave a doleful look at photo frame he took out only once a year. he couldn't keep it in any longer. it's been years since she was gone but he couldn't face the fact that she was.
"eomma." his native tongue broke out.
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