BOY FROM THE 18th CENTURY ⇻ k. taehyung

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miya.

"you ready, mi?," my brother, jimin yells from what i assume was the living room. "i'll be there in a second!," i yell back. seriously, my hair is full of tangles why can't they be perfect the moment i wake up?

i struggled getting the tangles out but after a whole battle with me hair, i got it all out. "there!," i sigh in relief. i grab my bag and headed to the door. i groan, "fuck, i almost forgot," i went to the side of my bed and grabbed my phone that was charging. i checked if it was a hundred percent charged since i charged it overnight and luckily, it was.

because sometimes, you think it be charging but then you wake up and then bam it wasn't and you cry.

by the way, this is a new phone that i got on my birthday. you know who got me the phone? jiwoo bitch, fucking kim jiwoo. i got so shocked that i cried a shit ton of tears. i originally planned not to take it but it would be rude if i didn't so i took it. also, my family got me a laptop and of course, mom and dad was like 'you might need it for school'

i do but jokes on them i'd probably use it for netflix and bst for majority of the time.

my brother got me a pair of shoes and seokjin bought me the clothes from the trip to the mall. my other relatives, they gave me.... things. most of them gave money since they claim they didn't know what i'd like for my birthday and it's cool, no biggie. it's cash afterall.

give me more.

"what's for breakfast?," i questioned, seeing my mother and jimin seated on the dining table. "good morning sweetie," mom greeted. jimin and i giggled, "good morning, mom! what's for breakfast?," i put my bag to the side. she pat the seat next to her in which i gladly sat, "just waffles and some fruit," jimin answers.

she took my plate and grabbed food for me, "your brother here almost finished all the waffles if i hadn't stopped him," she snickered and jimin whined, "mom!," i laughed. "it's not my fault your waffles are delicious," he pouts. mom gave me my breakfast, i thanked her and began eating.

as i ate, mom did my hair and my brother just looked at me as he waited for me to finish. "where's dad?," i question. "he's still asleep. he came home really late and really tired," i pout. my dad overworks himself sometimes just to provide the best for us. he's been doing that even before jimin and mom came in our lives. "can't he rest for a day or two?," jimin questions since he knew, we all knew that dad would still be going to work at noon.

mom frowns, "i've been trying to convince him but he always says he's alright and coming home tired is normal. he says it's when you know your hardwork pays off"

we stay quiet for a little while until my brother speaks, "maybe miya can convince him," he suggests and my eyes light up, "yeah, maybe i can!," i look at my mom with pleading eyes and she warmly smiles at me, "you can try later, sweetie. let's just hope he doesn't come home late this time"

i nod and finish the last bite of my breakfast. just on cue, we hear a car honk outside. "they're here," jimin says. we both gave a hug to our mom. jimin kissed her on the cheek and mom gave me a kiss on the cheek,"do well in school, alright?"

jimin and i laugh as we nodded, "bye, mom! we love you!"

"i love you too!"

i was about to take my bag but my brother already had it with him. "let's go," he smiled. i smile back and we head out. seokjin and jiwoo were in the car and jiwoo's head was out the window, "GET IN GET IN GET IN," she chanted. i snort and get in beside he while jimin sat beside seokjin.

"good morning, mimi, jiminie," seokjin greeted. "good morning!," we both greet the older. he starts the engine and we head to school. it took me a while to notice the widely grinning jiwoo beside me, "good morning?," her smile grew even wider, making me confused. "is there something i need to remember?," i ask.

"we're going to school!," she squeaks, "you know what that means,"  she wiggles her eyebrows. upon realization, i roll my eyes, "you get to see namjoon," i whisper. she enthustiastically nods her head, "you damn right i will! god, i missed seeing his face everyday," the girl dreamily smiles.

"he doesn't even talk to you--," she smacks my shoulder and glared, "yet. he hasn't talked to me yet, but he will!"

i chuckle, "you do you," jiwoo huffs, "i'm telling you, miya! he. will. i just have to wait for it to happen," she smiles, "plus, i wished to get with him in that magical cave! if your wish came true, so can mine!," my mood drops. after noticing this, jiwoo immediately apologizes, "fuck, i'm so sorry! why did i even bring that up?? i'm so so sorry, mi! i didn't mean to!"

"it's fine," i assure.

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"and you are?," he raises an eyebrow at him. my breath hitched when the boy in front of us said the name i never thought i would ever hear again, "kim taehyung"

"and?," seokjin asks. taehyung gulps, i couuld tell that he felt intimidated by seokjin, "yeah, i was apologizing for bumping into her," he looks at me, "i'll get going, sorry," taehyung awkwardly leaves us, scratching his head while he did.

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i have been pretty sensitive about taehyung after that incident at the mall. it's like my heart softened again. i just couldn't believe that i saw his beautiful face again, in my time even if it wasn't really the taehyung i fell in love with. i just wanted to hug and kiss, tell him the words i failed to let him hear.

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"b-but we'll find each other again, i-i'm sure of it. l-love finds it's way, y-yes?"

"i-i'll find you again, miya. i p-promise. the l-locket is going to h-help us. j-just please don't l-lose it. i'm a-afraid that's the only chance i can f-find you again"

"i love you, miya"

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i hold the locket and whisper, "i love you too," fighting the tears that were threatening  to escape.

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sometimes, I just think about like watching a really sexual movie with my significant other... I don't have one.. but I think about that a lot.

// miks