those who play with fire, are bound to get burned.

words and power

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taehyung sat on his bed, quietly humming a familiar tune, writing in his diary. it was a habit he had picked up from his mother, as she always wrote when she needed to heal. she always did have a way with words, she always chose words carefully and was always protective of her words - she hid her diary, always. she had once told taehyung "words are powerful, but can render one powerless at any given moment" and it may have not made sense to taehyung then, but as he stares his page, playing with his pen to find the right word to use. he rightfully agrees with what she had once said.

dear diary,
i miss mother dearly today, it was as though yesterday she was holding my hand and helping me take my first step. though she may be gone, but her words linger quite so often in my mind. they say i will heal as i pour my soul into words. but why is it that with every word i choose to write, my breath feels heavy. why is it that every word feels so utterly wrong, as though mum is standing right by me shaking her head at my atrocious grammar. mum, if you're reading this. i am sorry. and yes, you were right. words can make you powerless.

- kim taehyung, 30th August 2015

taehyung closes his diary, and stores it away in his drawer. it's for no one to see. and he hopes that one day, the pain will lessen and he will no longer need to write in his diary. but for now, words keep him going. words that cannot be spoken, words that cannot be heard. taehyungs words. and his only.
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he looks up after hearing a knock on his door, it was his father standing with his usual stern look. a look taehyung has grown familiar with, so awfully familiar that he has forgotten how his father once looked with a smile. "taehyung, we need to talk" his father spoke. the words were full of limitless possibilities, the words had once frightened taehyung in the past, but now, not so much. "yes father. please do sit." taehyung says as he gestures to his bed, with so, his father sits and looks directly at taehyung. "i have a friends son coming over to stay with us for a while, as he will be learning under my company. i wanted to let you know that it is your responsibility to make sure he is comfortable in this household. do not humiliate me taehyung. do you understand?"

his words didn't feel comforting, nor fatherly. they sounded harsh, as though an order from a teacher which you cannot disobey. and if you chose to do so, you will be punished. although, in this case, taehyung does have scars to prove the given point. scars that show his deepest secrets, though the wound is old, the memories are fresh in taehyungs mind.

"yes father, as you wish. may i ask when he is coming?" taehyung speaks gently, choosing his words carefully. his father looks at taehyung and then at his watch. "he will arrive in an hour, i will be at the office. taehyung, take him to the guest room and make sure he is settled." taehyung nods, the guest room is right next to his room. "as you wish."
with that being said, his father gets up and leaves without even rendering a goodbye. but it's okay, taehyung is used to it.

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an hour goes by swiftly, as taehyung waits in the living room while reading a book he had found laying on the coffee table. as he flips through the page he hears the doorbell ring, he sighs, places the book down and struts toward the door.

he opens the door and is slightly taken aback by the boy who stands before him. taehyung had expected a man who was older, and more mature. but the boy before him looked incredibly young. the boy is confusingly staring at taehyung, waving his hand in-front of his face. "take a picture, it will last longer" he spoke. this breaks taehyung from his thoughts. he was speechless. "excuse me?" he asks as he raises an eyebrow. "oh god lord he speaks, hello i am jungkook. your daddy invited me here." he lets out a hand, which taehyung ignores and signals him to follow him inside.

"father had informed me beforehand, my name is taehyung." taehyung speaks as he walks up the stairs, glancing back at jungkook, who is behind him carrying his luggage, after every sentence. jungkook softly smiles and breathes out "taehyung" ever so quietly, he likes the way it sounds. taehyung looks up and quirks his eyebrow, and jungkook shakes his head. "nothing"

taehyung shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk towards the room. "this is your room jungkook, my room is right next door. if you have any concerns, please do let me know. father wishes for you to stay as comfortable as possible." as he says that he moves out the way and lets jungkook walk in.

as taehyung is about to leave, to return to his room. jungkook grabs his wrist, which resulted in taehyung turning back miraculously quickly and shoving his wrist out of jungkooks hand. jungkook looks down at his wrist and back up to his face, forcing the smile that had just dropped back up. "i just wanted to say thank you." and with that taehyung posture loosens a bit, but his stance was still bold. "next time, don't touch me."

and with that taehyung being said, enters his room and closes the door. the boy next door, stared at his door with curious eyes. he stares for another second and then enters his room and quietly closes the door.

two boys, with a wall separating them. they both had no idea for what the future had in store for them.

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and maybe if he had stayed that night and hadn't left. then the heart he had healed, wouldn't have shattered into a million pieces.

~kim taehyung, 1st September 2020.

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ahhhh im so nervous for this story but i hope it satisfies you all 😭😭