This was a short story that I wrote for some class, can't remember which, that I'm remodifying into a Taegi one-shot :)

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Taehyungs Pov:

Slowly, silently, but then all at once and loud, like a supernova, my reality hitting me in the back of the head out of nowhere, without warning. There I was, in the gas station, humming to myself the quiet tune of the radio playing throughout the building. I grab my favorite soda pop and candy bar, skipping to the register, in my own little world. I sway, back and forth, back and forth, closing my eyes for a second, singing to myself now and smiling for the moment. I am forced back into reality when the cashier slams my sweet treat onto the counter. I jump, but shrug it off, paying for my snacks and walking back outside, plugging in my headphones and pressing shuffle on my playlist.

I walk, picking off small bites of my candy bar and taking occasional sips of my soda pop. The chorus of my song picks up and I start humming and nodding at first, but eventually, I'm singing and swaying, my candy and soda still in my hand. The song ends and I open my eyes, being greeted by a middle-aged woman and who I presume is her daughter, clapping enthusiastically at me. I feel a familiar heat climb my cheeks, and I bow, smiling shyly. The girl, who looks like she is around five, comes up to me and smiles. "You have an amazing voice," She coos. I ruffle her hair and thank her. They wave goodbye and I walk away, pleasantly embarrassed.

"Mom, I'm home," I say, raising my voice, but not yelling, so I don't startle her. She appears around the corner and smiles, rushed. "Hi, sweety! I'll be in the studio if you need me." Yep, rushed was an understatement. She hurries back into her "studio" and the house falls silent. I hum a small tune to myself and sway up to my room. When I reach my room, I plug in my speaker and turn on my computer. I log into my digital journal and check my budget. I subtract the money I spent today to my savings and sigh. I need two hundred dollars for the music school, where I am going to come up with one hundred and fifty dollars?

I waltz downstairs, hopeful. "Mom," I sing, my heart skipping a beat. Her head peeps out of her office and she hums in response. "Do we happen to have one hundred and fifty dollars lying around?" She laughs, for probably the first time today, and shakes her head. "You're a funny child, did you know that?" I sigh, walking back upstairs, but before I can get too far, she calls for me. "Why? What do you need it for?" I bite my lip, my nerves bursting to life. "I wanted to get into that music school, you know, the one I sent to you and told you that that is where I wanted to go?" Her eyes go wide and she steps fully out of her studio. "I might've forgotten, but I can see what I can do, okay? Please don't be upset." I smile and shrug. "It's okay, you're busy, I get it." She smiles and nods, walking back into her office. Of course, I'm upset.

The next day, I go to the gas station again and get the same things I did yesterday, except this time I run into a strange man on the way out. We make eye contact and his eyes go wide. "It can't be." I frown. "Do I know you?" His face saddens and he frowns. "Is your mom Nari?" I nod, hesitantly. "And you're the only son she has right?" I nod again, confused. "What does that have to do with anything, sir?" He sighs, sitting down a bench. I sit beside him with a safe distance in between us. "If your mom is Nari, and you're the only child, then that makes me your father."

With one sentence, my whole world stops, but actually, it doesn't. That's the weird thing about the universe when your world seems to stop, everyone else's keeps going. "B-But mom said you left for a bigger city filled with bigger opportunities, you left us." A wave of hurt crashes over his face and he shakes his head. "Let me drive you home, it's the least I can do." I scoff and stand up. "I can't even be sure if you're really who you say you are. My dad ran away before I was even born, he's not here." He chuckles and pulls out his phone. "Well, I see your mom still hasn't explained anything to you." He calls my mom, on his phone, and explains the situation to her. When I get the confirmation from mom, I agree to let him take me home.

When we get there, mom welcomes him in, hesitantly, and we all go to the living room. They start explaining things, like how they were both too young and should've been careful. As I listen more, the angrier I get, at both my mom and dad. My mom shouldn't have kept that away from me. She knew he's always been right around the corner. My dad shouldn't have left in the first place. We were depending on him. I can't take it anymore and I run out the door, needing to get out of the house that currently makes me feel trapped. I finally reach the park, sitting under a large tree to shade me and give me the loneliness I need at the moment. I put my head in my hands frustratingly letting a small cry leave my mouth. All of the sudden my music school seems so small with my new reality in the way.   

I feel a small tap on my shoulder, it makes me jump, scared to look up because I don't want it to be my parents. "Uh, hey, are you alright?" I look up finally, seeing a small man that looks to be older than me, but definitely not by much. I wipe away at my eyes as fast as I can, trying not to show him that I was crying. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay." 

The boy sighs and sits down next to me, putting a tissue in front of me, but not meeting my eyes. I take the tissue, gratefully and we sit in silence for a moment, until he breaks it. "You're obviously not okay, don't try to tell me otherwise. I'll stay with you until you feel okay again or you decide to get it off your chest and tell the stranger what's wrong."

I look up at the man sitting next to me. He's looking straight, but there's worry in his eyes. I don't want to waste his time. "My dad came back today, he left before I was even born. I ran into him outside of the gas station up the road. My mom knew he was always near us, but he left and she lied and now I don't want to go home."

For the first, he finally really looks at me. "Wow, I'm, I'm sorry." I shrug, wanting to change the subject. "What's your name?" He stares at me for a while until he turns away again. "Yoongi, what's yours?" I look down, so I'm not the only looking at the other. "Taehyung," We talk for a while, hours maybe, about everything and then nothing at all. After we finish, he gives me his number.

"If you ever need me or need to get out of the house, or need anything at all for that matter, text me or call me, whichever works best at that moment," he ends, getting up and stalking away.

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This isn't exactly how I planned this to go, but in my defense, I honestly didn't have a plan for this so, I hope you enjoyed itt~

I've been writing so much lately and I'm so happy about it
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