Still With My Memories

4: Backstory (Taehyung)

*4 years ago*

-Taehyung POV-

"Taehyung, you should eat now." Mom said. Her voice was soft as she comforted me. My father had been bedridden with only life support that made him breathe for years up to this very day.

My life had been always pretentious. I did my best to smile despite having nightmares. Images of those  monsters imprinted in my head forever but I still  acted strong.

This day was just different. "I want to be alone mom." I uttered and covered myself with a blanket. I didn't want to see nor hear anyone. I just want to cramped myself and cry.

"Son, you can't stay like this." She said patting my back gently. I am grateful at least that I am not alone but instead of feeling better, the feeling of loosing the most important person in my life ate me. I know it's wrong but all I want right now is to stay in my bed and be alone. I can't force myself to feel something I can't when I'm in a middle of mourning.

The person who keeps me alive just left me.

The father whom I admire the most since I was a kid is now gone.

How can I even move forward?

I needed to think alone. That's all I want.

"Mom... please." I said sternly.

"Son-" She's about to say something but I cut her off. "I'M NOT EVEN YOUR SON! You should take care of Jungkook not me!" I said and hide under my blanket.

Awkward silence enveloped the room and I couldn't blame her.

It was me.

It was my fault.

But I couldn't pretend right now.

I could hear my mother faint sobs but I didn't bother to say sorry "O-kay...call me if you need anything." She said and I know she's crying a lot.

-Taehyung Memory-

Happy birthday to you...
Happy birthday to you...
Happy birthday dear taehyung...
Happy birthday to you!!!

It was my 7th birthday. My real mother brought out the cake while my father play the piano. It just her, my father and me but as far as I could remember...

It was my happiest moment.

"Son, come here." My father called me while sitting by the piano. He looked more handsome sitting by the window as light from the post streamed down the glass window. Many people said I was the exact replica of  my father. Would I look like him too when I grow up? I wondered.

Gift wrappers are everywhere as I I just finished unboxing my mother's gift. "Why?" I asked curiously. He just smiled and said "I have a gift for you..." My eyes widened and excitedly ran towards him "Really?!"

He gestured me to stop when I stand in front of him. "But...you can't hold it..." He said. My smile turned into frown "I can't? Why??" I asked with disappointment.

He just messed my hair and gave me a genuine smile "Because..." He leaned closer pinching my cheeks not loosing his beautiful smile "...you can only keep it here." He then points his forefinger to my chest.

My young self didn't understand it then.

"Listen." He started playing the piano.

(Playing: Winter Bear - Piano)

"Woahhh.." I gasped with amusement. My father knew how I love piano just like him.

For some, his fluffy curls, perfectly pointed nose and stunning eyes is what they normally adore to my father. But for me, it's his heart and love for music. "I made that just for you." He said smiling after playing his newly composed song.