| 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 1987 |
Taehyung - 19 years old
Jungkook - 20 years old
On the other hand, A fully secured black haired five years old boy was on his huge white and blue fancy room, filled his boring old toys around him.
Sitting prettily above the plain big soft mat.
He is used to this kind of stuffs, used to being bowed down, used to being the Captain's second son.
A fluff ball of the Kim's family.
A very beautiful one, being always adorned by his cute eyes, and wonderful face, you could always stare at him, especially when it comes to fancy dinners and events the Beautiful Seoul have....
His Family is a well known one. His father, being the most well knowned Captain, his mom was just a house wife but that doesn't mean she is useless.
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Kim Taehyung don't know why, but everything he was supposed to attached to, was because of his father's likings. He doesn't want that, but who is he to complain?
He is exactly 19, and he is feeling horrible.
He doesn't want a bomb and camping suit with a huge camoflauge bag in his hands, he prefers to be with his camera.
He doesn't want a gun and rifles either, he could always preferred the beautiful paint brush he has.
He would always preferred to brush them on in his white plain canvas, he would prefer to be alone with the the wonderful nature, a camera in hands and snapping beautiful ones and awhile.
Everything was being crashed by when his father took him in, in a fucking camp to be the next third captain for the whole empire.
Him sitting in a rough chair, papers around the glass table, everyone with nothing but guns and no roses.
This is not exactly what he expected it to be.
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He can clearly see his them happily staring at his face, his face was worn out. He was afraid.
Afraid of being send off the very familiar house of his, being send out from it and to the scary camp of his father's.
He was afraid to exactly hand out a fucking gun and shot everyone they have to defeat on.
He afraid to fucking die without even giving a chance to become a famous photographer, and a painter.
He is afraid to neeve fall in love because of this bullshits. He wanted to have a family, a spouse, a kids running around his future house! He doesn't wanted to be giving shits with problems of the government.
He wanted to just cry and please them to let him go.
"Unhappy?" He didn't even know that everyone was eating the food his mom and the maids prepared for his party.
He was just looking at the fancy table, his brother was beside him asking him the word he could always describe what he feel right now.
He felt unhappy.
"Obviously." He replied making the man let out a small chuckle. "B-But I can't do anything." He says through shaky breathings.
He doesn't wanted to cry, he just wanted to scream out loud. "Isn't you enough, brother?" He asked and
Kim Namjoon looked down, not in shame but in sorriness.
Everyone knows he isn't straight, even his father does, but he keeps on telling him that he will be on the camp after this boring celebration anyways.
They aren't against of him being gay. No one is.
But why does his father keeps on pushing him to this kind of stuffs then?
Why can't he just let him go.
Well you know, doesn't mean when you are that rich of a man, doesn't even mean you have anything you wanted to have.
"I wanna hold my camera, I wanna snap a moment with everyone around me." A tear left his eyes as he immediately wiped them away, not wanting to ruined everyone's precious time.
He should be feeling all giddy, but he feels so sad and downcast.
"I just wanna paint and wipe my canvas with those beautiful colors." He says, Namjoon can't get any sorry than this time. Being an older brother was a pain in the ass but not now, his baby brother was sad and he can feel it in the small air from both of their bodies.
"Why can't he just understand t-that?" It a was a whispered, not for Namjoon, but the older one hears it anyway.
"Why can't he understands that I don't wanna be with his empire? That I don't wanna be a captain."
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He knows he fucked up to all of this, he can't even pulled out a fucking triggered in hands, and now his father wanted him to be the Captain.
To be the supervisor of the camp, to be nothing but a burden in distressed, he can't rule them all over. He can't be a leader. He can't be the ruler.
Not when he thinks he isn't enough.
"EVERYONE, LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY...." he has his eyes firmly cold, it was an odd to see him like this.
He usually be the giddy one, the always bubbly.
Kim Taehyung isn't used to put a mask on and faced the fake world, this isn't for him.
This world he faced at wasn't the one for the usual, Kim Taehyung.
"THIS IS MY SON, KIM TAEHYUNG, AND WILL BE THE THIRD CAPTAIN. MAY ALL OF YOU RESPECT HIM LIKE YOU DID TO ME AND TO CAPTAIN JOON.
HE WILL BE SUPERVISING, AND WILL BE RECORDING ALL OF HOW THE FIELD IS GOING IN HANDS.
MIGHT AS WELL, PUT SOME RESPECTS. UNDERSTOOD?!" his father shouted.
He can't do this no more.
Does he have the chance? Yes.
To what? To back out.
But how? He doesn't know.
That's the problem.
"SIR YES SIR!" he blink those tears away, might as well those thoughts too, as he keep his postures to act like one of them.
A wannabe.
"I hate this.....fucking hell."
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A SOLDIER'S LOVE - TK
Fanfiction"i just want to paint and take photos.." #9 - kooktae
