Getting his brothers ready was a rather strenuous task for the eldest child in the household. Hongbin and Sanghyuk didn't know the concept of staying still and wriggled and squirmed in a fit of giggles. If Taekwoon didn't know better, he'd think they were imitating the worms on a dry path.
"Hyogi.. Come on, I can't get the pins done correctly if you're moving..." Taekwoon chided, lovingly but firm, carefully threading the pin into the fabric, not wanting to hurt the youngest.
"But hyuung~... I don't want to marry the prince!.. He's not even gonna bat an eyelash at me!" Said youngest whined, wriggling out of Taekwoon's grasp as the final piece of his suit was pinned.
Hongbin, bless his soul, was already dressed and styled, having being rather more grounded than his brother. He stood obediently through the plethora of pins and polishing and hair spray. The second youngest was sitting on his bed, waiting for Sanghyuk and staying still so that he wouldn't sweat and ruin the makeup that was dabbed on.
"All the more reason for you to just go have fun. Just be yourself and for once get out of this stuffy house. You and Binnie are too addicted to video games." Taekwoon mumbled through the handful of pins he was holding through pursed lips, holding the maknae still long enough to pin a lovely little white rose onto his blazer.
He ignored the brothers protests, focused on getting the final touch just right.
"There.." He sighed in satisfaction, smoothing down the crinkles on his shirt.
"It's 9:30! Aren't you getting ready, hyung?" Hongbin asked, humming, impressed at his hyung's handiwork in the mirror.
"Yeah. Let me go get my suit." Taekwoon smiled at the dimple boy and headed to his room. A gasp of horror escaped his lips as he arrived.
Taekwoon's step-mother stood before the now ruined suit, soot and ash dusting at the fragments of fabric left behind. Her bloody nails were streaked in black to match the ugly darkness of her jealous heart.
"What have you done?!" Taekwoon demanded, rushing to his bedside where the burnt clothing lay, inwardly praying for some way to salvage the generous gift his friend gave him. Alas, he found non.
"What made you think, you'd be able to go? There's just so much for you to do! The curtains needed washing and those woodworks are crying out loud for a good clean!" She sneered, black dress flowing across the polished floor, like hot molten lava, her hair tightly curled and makeup smoky, black eyeshadow and blood lips.
He had done all this today. It was an excuse. To refuse him of his only day to rest and not be a slave in his own home. The thought made his eyes pool with angry tears. He stayed kneeled beside the burnt remains, still as cold stone as she sashayed away, her heels clicking against the wood.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his brothers peering from the doorway. He noticed how the youngest's eyes and nose were tinted red. In fury or anger, he didn't know. But he knew his brothers were upset. Taekwoon blinked away the salt water and exhaled softly, regaining his composure. He refused to let himself look broken to the people he loved and promised to protect.
He heard the door close and the sound of the carriages horses trotting away before it faded away and the house was plunged into a dark silence.
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The garden was Taekwoon's little solace. A little piece of his heart and soul nurtured into each and every blossom. And now, it was the place that he sat in silence, perfumed winds gracing his body, cooling his heated skin. The flowers seemed to have noticed the dried tear tracks on their nurturer's cheeks and his flushed cheeks, their usually bright petals and firm stems drooped in sadness.
Outside, the sky was clear, stars like glittering dewdrops sewn into velvet blue silk, mother moon draping her veil on the Kingdom, bathing everything in a soft milky glow. It was a happy night, but not for Taekwoon.
The eldest of the household sniffled once more, sighing at the cool winds that seemed to cradle him and soothe him, like how his mother used to. He misses her.
He stood up, giving a small smile to no one in particular, ready to head back inside and curl up in his warm covers in his rather sad excuse of a room.
A ridiculously bright light nearly blinded him, forcing him to cover his eyes. A harmony of a harp sounded out from somewhere that Taekwoon doesn't know and with a final dramatic bang, the light disappeared and glitter rained down on the garden.
Taekwoon blinking away the stinging feeling in his eyes and promptly sneezed at the glitter, nose scrunching up.
"I have arrived~~...!" A voice sang delightfully from the mist, hidden away in the smoke.
"Who arrived?" Taekwoon called out, waving his hands in hopes of batting the smoke away.
"Why, your Fairy GodFather of course!" The smoke cleared to reveal a man standing in front of Taekwoon.
The man was attired in a sparkly as heck red suit, glitter nearly making the latter dizzy, his blazer and slacks were ridiculously glittery and he wore a silky purple shirt with a equally gold glittery bowtie secured cutely on his collar, black polished dress shoes finishing his look. His silvery hair was curly and fluffed up, making him look like a little puppy. He sported a wide, ear splitting grin, caramel colored eyes glittering with their own sparkle, framed behind thin rimmed, silver colored full moon glasses. In his hands, he held a gold wand with a star as it's head piece. It glowed and glittered on its own accord, lighting up the dark garden like a soft lantern.
(Look, it was either the choice of putting him in the outfit that the fairy godmother wore in that Shrek movie [You know who you are], or in an equally ridiculous suit that for some reason he's looking good in. You can use your imagination XD)
"The name's Ken!" He introduced cheerily, looking way too happy for his own good.
Taekwoon knew that the man wasn't even close to looking like his grandfather and instead could pass off as one of his brothers.
"Sure..." Taekwoon remarked dryly, however still in awe at the look the man is sporting.
"Never mind that you don't believe me! Tick tock, times ticking, and you're still here like a sad little clown!" Ken frowned, giving a flick of his wand before suddenly both of them were seated in a large, plush sofa.
"What on—..." Taekwoon stumbled over his words, gawking at the sofa that appeared with a poof.
"Tea?.." The supposed GodFather casually floated a cup of tea towards the baffled latter, three sugar lumps following in a little dance.
Still remotely confused and a teeny bit terrified out his wits, he took the cup, glancing down warily to make sure it didn't have anything funny in it.
"Huh.. You're handling this A whole better than my other clients.." Ken commented naturally, turning to his blue cup that had little marshmallows and donuts literally dancing on the patterned china.
Taekwoon was not keen on knowing what the reactions of his previous clients were. After all, it's not everyday a magical being poofs into your garden as it was an everyday perfectly normal occurrence in a ridiculous red suit and offers you tea in the dead of night.
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I'm loving this for some reason XD.
Second part done! Sorry it took forever, I have no motivation whatsoever! :<
But i think the little comedy will be a good help.
Thank you Kittens for being patient
I love you all, bubye~❤️
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WONTAEK DRABBLES.
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