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"Taehyung...? Come down, honey. Mumma made your favorite dinner," Mrs. Kim called for her son, her voice wavering with concern. Over the past week, Mrs. Kim had tried everything she could to help her son. After all, the situation they found themselves in was all because of her. Jeon had suggested continuing with counseling sessions, but the Kims politely declined, not wanting to trouble him during his important wedding preparations. As for Taehyung? He seemed like a living corpse, going through the motions of walking, breathing, and studying, but devoid of any trace of emotion on his face. In his sleep, he would mumble incomprehensible words, which Mr. or Mrs. Kim could never quite make out.

As she climbed the stairs to Taehyung's room, she felt a heaviness in her heart. This room, once filled with the vibrant energy of his son, now seemed to exude a sense of emptiness. The air, once fragrant with comfort, now felt stale. The colorful white sheets that used to adorn the bed had been replaced with dull gray ones. The cheerful collage on the wall had disappeared, replaced by mundane study notes. Even Taehyung's favorite band, BTS, was absent from the walls. It was as if the essence of joy had been drained from the room, leaving behind only a dead atmosphere. 

Wiping the tear which escaped from her eye she called for Taehyung, a bit assured as she found the washroom door open. "Wi-winter bear? where are you? don't you wanna eat honey? we are having ice cream after din-dinner!" 

Once again, with no response, her heart started racing in panic, and sweat began to pour down her face. Desperately trying to calm herself, she frantically searched everywhere, pulling back curtains and looking under the bed, but he was nowhere to be found. Her heart sank with worry and fear.

Suddenly, something inside her clicked, and she hastily flung open the closet doors 

"TaeTae.....dear what are you- oh! you-you are painting..? wanna show mumma y-your masterpiece...?" She controlled her words and emotions, understanding the situation.

"M-mum I-I Am- AM not doi-doing ANYTHING! I-I swe-swear, am n-not dra-drawing" Taehyung panicky uttered as he tried to hide his painting behind his back.

"Sweetheart, I won't say a word, just show me what you've drawn, please." She leaned in, eager to see Tae's artwork, but couldn't quite make out the subject. All she could guess was that it must be a portrait.

As Tae thought his mother understood his sketch, he started to panic, frantically hiding his drawing and apologizing repeatedly. His breathing became erratic as he spoke, his emotions overwhelming him.

"Am sorr-sory! for drawing him PLEASE FOR-FORGIVE ME AN SORRY!!" With that, Tae smeared black ink all over his drawing, completely ruining it, and ran out of the room, tears streaming down his face as he begged for forgiveness.

His mother stood motionless, frozen by shock and sadness. Slowly, as the reality of what had happened sank in, her hands trembled as they reached down to pick up the painting. Her eyes swept across the closet, filled with a collection of breathtaking artworks.

Her hands gently caressed the hard work, her face a mix of disbelief and awe. Her son... was incredibly talented, and she had never truly realized it until now.

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As she focused, the artworks revealed a diverse range, from stunning landscapes to captivating abstract creations. She searched through every nook and cranny, mixing and looking through every single thing with determination and a tinge of desperation in her heart.

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But most of the portraits belonged to a man, and right in the center of the closet, his picture was proudly displayed.

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In addition to paintings, there were also artistic poems and songs, creations she never could have imagined her son had written.

She crouched down, tears streaming down her face, her hands instinctively covering her eyes as the paintings slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

Wiping away her tears and summoning a smile to her face, she gathered her courage to approach and console her son. Descending the stairs, her heart heavy with worry, she found him seated at the dining table, eating slowly but meticulously. Arthur glanced at his wife, then back at his son, and let out a heavy sigh, overcome with a disgusting sad feeling.

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"Ommooo, Mumma! You made my favorite dinner tonight!" Taehyung exclaimed excitedly as he planted a kiss on his mom's cheek before settling down to enjoy his meal. With each bite, he couldn't help but pout in delight, his face adorned with streaks of the delicious gravy from the mouthwatering dish, making a complete cute mess.

As Mrs. Kim arranged the plates, her mind was consumed by worries about finances and other concerns. Suddenly, when she saw Taehyung making a mess, anger began to well up inside her.

"Can't you eat like an matured person? stupid! you have grown up now." She slightly slapped Tae's back of head and left the room, leaving Taehyung shocked on the verge of swallowing 

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"So what stone do you want to embed to your rings Ye-Seul?" ChengJin asked, grabbing Ye-Seul's hands excitedly.

"I am choosing everything for a long time, Kooks why don't you say, what stone do you want to embed to our rings?" Ye-Seul asked Jeon placing her hands firmly on his chest. 

As soon as Ye-Seul posed the question to Jeon, a pair of deep sapphire eyes appeared before him, capturing his attention in an instant "Sapphire..."

"Then it is! please get us a sapphire wedding ring!" Ye-Seul beamed happily.

Shortly after receiving the ring, Jungkook picked up the ring belonging to the wife and toyed with it, a gentle smile gracing his lips as memories flooded back. He recalled a special someone who always affectionately called him "Kookie" or "Bunny Hyung."

Suddenly, a thought struck Jeon, and he blurted out, "Could you please show me some necklaces with moon pendants?"

Him speaking up suddenly caught Ye-Seul's attention, while Cheng's face got gloomy.

After browsing through several necklaces, he finally settled on one. His mind, lost in a sea of thoughts and emotions.

'I don't know what are these feelings....we just met an year ago....even its not love...its some affection that is pulling us togethor.....am sorry....am sorry for ruining you more my moon....even If I want.......I can't have you, mon amour '

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That's all with my shitty chapter, I tried to write my best

Ara, Ara! Sayonara~

Thy Cheng-Jin ➷