[COMPLETED] Letters To A Poor Man || Taekook || English

Chapter 2 - I'm Yours

Taehyung was somewhere he didn't recognise. The streets.

When he glanced down, he was wearing a battered brown leather jacket, dirty jeans covered in white paint stains, and a worn-out pair of Converse. His hair was a mess, not a speck of hair gel, and covered by a grey beanie.

Homeless. A street walker.

He'd become what he hated the most.

It was so different, and so real.

As people passed by, he noticed how they looked at him. One word said it all. Disgusting. Some women rolled their eyes at him, men pointing and laughing.

Taehyung felt only one thing: Shame.

After what seemed like hours of standing around and getting laughed at, the sun began to sat over the horizon. The sky, darkened, and the street lights came to life. More cars appeared on the roads, hustling and bustling to go home. Which only reminded Taehyung that he didn't have one.

But then he heard a faint humming sound. Only faint though; it was barely there. Taehyung thought it was the simple strumming of a guitar.

He rounded a corner, and the atmosphere changed completely. Bushes and trees popped out of the ground, and Taehyung spotted a tiny glow in the distance. When he pushed back some of the bushes, he saw that there was a campfire, surrounded by small, skinny children. There was a man sitting on a tree stump, strumming the strings of his guitar, singing to the little children.

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it

I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted

I fell right through the cracks

Now I'm trying to get back

Taehyung knew the tune. He hummed along, but he felt like some stalker just watching from some bushes.

Before the cool run down I'll be giving my best

Nothing is gonna stop me but divine intervention

I reckon it's again my turn

To win some or learn some

But I, won't, hesitate, no more, no more

It cannot wait, I am yours

The singing boy glanced up suddenly and saw Taehyung's head poking out of the shrubs. Brown eyes. Brown hair. Taehyung felt like he knew the boy from somewhere, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. The children all tourney around as well, all eyes now on Taehyung.

But then they all smiled.

"Care to join, Taehyung?" The brown-eyed brownie asked. He smiled, Taehyung couldn't help but swoon on the inside.

Taehyung nodded. "Sure," he said, and took a seat next to a young girl, maybe 11 or 12, with light brown hair and big brown eyes.

"Hi," she said, her voice hoarse. "I'm sorry that I can't sing along, Jungkook. I'm just not feeling well today. I think I've caught something."

"It's okay, Seoyeon."

Jungkook...? Wait.

Jungkook began to sing again, but Taehyung was still confused. Where was he? How did he end up in the park? Who were all the children?

Taehyung blinked and blinked, trying to focus. His mind was spiralling with questions. He couldn't focus on anything but the sound of Jungkook's voice.