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"i'll keep you in my heart, until we meet again." —cadir lampe
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taehyung doesn't believe in fantasies.
if there was one thing you should know about taehyung, is that he refuses to believe in those delusional illusions created by the human's mind. he doesn't believe in fairies or mermaids, wizards or witches of the west or a big fat santa claus climbing down your chimney. mostly, taehyung doesn't believe in the fantasy that is eternal love.
he learned it the hard way at the tender age of seven, when he thought that his parents' love for each other was supposed to last forever, their love forgiving and eternal until the end of time. no, real life doesn't work like that. real life crushes your dreams, your imagination, and pounds you until you realise that there is nothing to hold on to. and then, you crash and fall.
his parents fought, got divorced, and his mother left home for taehyung to be alone with his father. it was an emotional time, his father going for drinks every other day. taehyung hears him crying inside his room, and although he does it silently taehyung could still hear his father's heart breaking into pieces. taehyung's perception of fantasies and love changed ever since that day. he was no longer an oblivious fool.
despite the small trough in his life, taehyung has always been raised well, born in a small village located in the suburbans of daegu, and then moved to the blinding city streets of seoul for the soul purpose of his studies. he occasionally visits his family on long holidays, not forgetting to bring delicious treats and gifts for his precious nieces and nephews.
it was a short relief from the city life, where the parties are loud and the alcohol burns your throat, the attention flashing at you every once in a while. taehyung came home to search for peace and tranquillity. he misses the feeling of fresh seafood and clean vegetables grown in his backyard. he misses the smell of dew at the dawn of day and the significant fragrance of the blossoming flowers in his little garden.
"here, son." a plate of grilled meat is pushed towards taehyung, mouth watering as he endures the juice leaking between the slices.
"thanks, dad," taehyung chirps and digs in.
"no problem," jaesung, his father, chuckles. "figured i'd cook something special for ya. it's been a long time, after all." taehyung nods as he munches on the delicious food. it really has been a long time since his last visit, he can't wait to explore the village and spend time with his beloved family again.
taehyung catches a glimpse of his father, the crinkles spreading from his forehead, his eyes and to his smile. he's not getting any younger, yet taehyung still thinks how handsome his father is. he still has the same smile he had in his twenty years of living.
