"Fire, When I looked around I saw the entire room was engulfed in bright flames"
*****
For her dreams are no more just an illusion. They were trying to tell something. She is going to find what that story with help of Jeongguk. When destiny cross th...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
“When death finds you May it finds you alive”
Author's POV
40 years ago
Young master was like a child. He was innocent. He believed everything is possible in this world. And so he believed their love was possible too.
Taehyung felt like crying. “Seara” he faintly called out her name. “I love her father, I love her, oh I love her!”
“Enough. You are acting like a lunatic. The woman belongs to someone, her husband Park said you are causing a rift in their marriage.”
“Park Jimin lied. Seara is signed for separation. But he clings to her like a parasite, mooches off her happiness.”
“No, Seara looked perfectly happy with him. I just met him together with Jeon. This matter should be discussed and solved at once. Taehyung comes to your senses.”
You met Park didn't you father, whatever he showed off everything is a play.
“No matter what you say, a marriage is a lifelong commitment. You are too young to understand these odds and fight with a husband and wife. Listen to me clearly, Park Jimin is her husband. I will have to take responsibility if park Jimin is ever to back up from the business deal he made with Jeon. If Jeon turns against us the marriage will be calling off, you want your sister Lisa in shame and tears? Your own selfishness and everything went wrong now I have to fix it, you will not move from this room till I give you the permission young man!.”
“Please let me out!” He begged, he implored that he would not cause trouble, but the old mind of an old man was withdrawn from care and attached to the dignity and family status.
“I never felt this much shame. I was left speechless in front of old Jeon, all because of my idiot son who went crazy over his daughter.”
Kim Namjoon, his father, was terribly angry. And their conversation about his love made it look like it's not love but a cheap price.
Kim Namjoon had left him to repent. Taehyung had tried to call Seara in the vintage style rotary dial telephone. The phone ring went on but nobody from the other end picked it up.
After several repeated attempts for the phone call he gives up.
Toward evening Taehyung grew restless. The day had been so long as the young master starred on the vintage wall clock while he lay on his stomach in the bed.
The cloudy sky looked so dull, there were no footsteps of students in the hallways. This is the weekend and everyone has returned home. Everyone except him.
He had plans to return home. After all, today was his twentieth birthday. His coming of age. He had become a true man to the society, per law.
His twentieth birthday, a day his freedom had snatched away from him.
Young master was locked inside his dormitory room for the past hours by his father. And the longer the time dragged the more dreadful the heartbreak became. And after a long time of staring, the sleep soothed his weak consciousness.
Taehyung startled up from his sleep, his heart filled him with terror. Still not daring to realise it clearly, he already felt the inevitability of approaching death.
But the room was so hot that it seemed that its corners were made up of hot lava, and that all of the sudden he felt he was in the centre of a fire.
And there was nothing in him to force hope. And the door was locked. And it was dark. Several times he glanced at the open window.
A rain had begun outside. The slow rythom of the shower turn to a heavy thunderstorm. And when he looked one more time the clock was burning in flame.
As fire crawled against the wall, he made no sound and laid to his side singing a lullaby which his mother used to sing for his sleep.
The panel struck against the doors and windows. The fire consumed everything in that room.
the white canopy cloth stumbled over in a fireball and fell upon the bed, and then he felt that fire was going to seize him.
Lying on his side, holding to the letter Seara once wrote, he silently turned his face in the dark.
Young master Taehyung felt the nearness of death.
He had never thought of death —
His youth was still blooming. He had yet to grown to a fine, handsome young master.
His life was yet to live.
But now young master Kim Taehyung felt that death had entered his room and was looking at him, laying his opposite and grabbing him with its hands.
And to save himself from pain, he began to think about sweet things, beautiful moments twined with melancholy.
When the fire had reached his clothes, only then, he had a single tear rolling down his pale face.
“I keep you tucked inside my heart and I will return to you like another August, another summer.”
Good bye, my love.
Then he melted away like a melting candle, spread away with glittering rays, turned to ashes—
