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Like the streams of courteous river water,
Your voice flows through my mind;
Splattering, chorusing the little ripples of the magical elixir,
For my core which gravitates to remain immortal at your call;
The essence of desire that sparkles through my plays,
For you to open the lock to the cage of subliminal warmth;
And embrace my needy beating organ, escort it to yours,
Come live in the castle of my heart and be its queen,
Because I believe music will tend my love towards me.

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Melting summer morning glistened its widened skyline where the sun ruled all over.

"Tae, grab your toast and soup before it gets cold!" a woman called out from the home's cuisine.

"Yes, mom, just - just let me finish with these buttons," said a childish voice eagerly and willfully.

"Don't make me repeat. Get your bumps over here and eat up. I'm leaving in five minutes."

"Alright, mama, don't worry. I'll finish it before dad comes back," the little boy spoke, almost yelling. His body was so slender and stiffly starched that he could crawl through any opening, with diameter leading to only a few countable inches, much easier than most stray animals.

He poked his throat out of the opening of a shirt's collar, brushed his hair with his precious wooden comb which his grandma gifted him back at Daegu and slipped his feet inside the black boots that he pulled out from under his bunk bed. "Looks like all set," he remarked as he exchanged a glance at his reflection on the mirror while his fingers worked on tying knots in his shoelaces.

Coming out of his room, he found a golden bronze headed lady bracing herself in front of her dresser which was noticeable through a slight opening of her room's door. When he was about to shift his toes, a voice strolled to him from behind. "Finally, you allowed yourself to leave to that space. Now go and have your meals. I'll get some strawberry muffins on my way back home in the evening. Be a good boy, stay calm and don't bring any trouble to your papa. I shall leave now." She pecked the boy's cheek, ruffled his combed hair strands and trailed out in a rhythm gesturing thorough consciousness.

The boy who was left alone, sauntered to the kitchen while running his fingers through the lanes of his hair. As he approached the kitchenette door frame, his nostrils were infected with the sweet odour of caramel cheesecake and a warm chocolate milk.

"What- she said there were only toast and soup. What're all these?" A growling vibration thronged in his tummy. "Argh, I'm so bloody hungry. These look delicious. Is this the special treat she had been haunting me with for weeks? Mom, you're the best!" His lilting squeals ended into a light reverberation and he good-naturedly pulled up his socks before perching on a wooden chair.

As he lifted a creamy pie to his lips, a voice startled his exciting form. "Taehyung, where are you? We need to leave now." The little creature swallowed lumps down his throat and sparks of cold sensations crept up and down his back.

A middle-aged manly voice broke into the serene aura of the scullery, "Yah, aren't you done yet? This is the twelfth time I'm repeating myself. Why are you so slow?"

The young blooming bud was more distinctly uncomfortable, his nerves become almost numb and he felt his heartbeats bouncing on the sides of his temples.

"P-papa, I wasn't able to find my socks this morning so..." A pathetic condition indeed.

"So you couldn't manage not to get any more late than yesterday," came a dexterous reply. "You better crush those faster and come out in the drawing-room. I'm coming back after a wash-up, and you must be out there before I step out of the restroom, got it?" With that, the male adult stormed away in a temper.

"Grumpy, no he has grown even grumpier," Taehyung sighed as he looked at his plate, watching the white cream topped cake layered with caramel glue.

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At the drawing area, Taehyung waited patiently, his feet were dangling in the vacant as he played with his lips making a pout while his eyes scurried over to the farthest wall cornice in the little hall. His stocking cap slid on the side, trying to make a fall before he clutched and fixed it back around his mullet. A mist of tear layered his iris and he averted on getting a blank call from a little distance somewhere. His father was walking his way with a bronze plated instrument in his arm, which was the most likeable appearance for his occasional artistic preferences on a daily basis.

Taehyung jolted his spine on catching a glance at the curved pieces of metal rods with its end shaping the horn of a gramophone, the object which his eyes always searched for in his reveries. That instrument was more than a century old that started its journey in the hands of the present generation's great grandfather. It had grown through a well-distinguished family tree, however, its branches were being extended even greater, perhaps for a few more generations following. What a lovely life span it must be having in its fortune!

"Shall we leave now? We're going for a new turn today. Close the door after you," said the leading big human, heading towards the exit. Taehyung soon followed his father, evacuating the interior as he swung the door shut behind.

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Sunlight brimmed on the green maples, peeping through the creaks and corners of the leaves, creating a mosaic pattern on the raw grassy substratum of soil. The little brown-haired boy squished the spongy grass beneath his shoe soles in the most subdued manner. Stygian trunks of trees cast dim shadows on the way throughout the natural lane. The sublime green glamour of nature filled a subconscious warmth in Taehyung's heart. His needy stares soaked every strand of hue surrounding him, stymying his senses to bother over anything unnecessary for the moment. His eyes, as clear, as soft and unconscious like the newly plucked eyelids of a newborn, had a queer gesture.

The suave structure of the older male spoke out, subjugating Taehyung's thoughts with utmost seriousness. "We're going to the south of Hazetown today. It's a new venue so better behave. Try not to drive me insane through your roguish deeds or you're dead meat." Hazetown was a little borough at the edge of river Avon, a prodigious plot for agriculture since the waterway itself was the source of the fertility of the land.

"Yes, papa," the little one replied to the other's vice, "I remember every word that you've been repeating for months. I've memorized it now." He threw a pout, occasioned by his tedious concerned looks.

His father paused his steps for a moment, joining his brows together. "Is that so? We'll see and if you fail to recall them during the tasks, I won't spare you. Your mother might be soft to you but I ain't one."

"Oh fine papa, shall we go now?" A vicarious thrill boosted his blood vessels as he said, "You're giving me a chance today, right?"

"Let's see," his father and answered before fastening on his limbs to march forward, a slight smile stretched on his edges. It was just that he had not availed all the opportunities that his son tried to provide on his nerves.

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Taehyung and his father arrived near the marketplace of the little town. It was buzzing with unknown voices which seemed to force the young one to desire a tour across for better perseverance. Yet, he could not do so, unfortunately. The arena for exhibition of his creative instinct should not exceed the limits set by his father, at least not there at that moment.

Natives jostled here and there among the shades and shops for collecting the goods in this wanted lists. Out of all the shallow tunes, a cry voted the most to render him speechless. "Strawberries at just 1 pound! Juicy, sweet, ripened, fresh strawberries!" The sight of the best fruit in the world made him weak and drool at the spot.

"Taehyung?" His father turned back on finding his son missing on his side and to his utter surprise, he located him halted in front of a bumblebee. He commenced to the dreamy boy, watching and chuckling at this awful attire.

"Kim Taehyung," he started in order to reinstate the other, "if you want to grab a bite of those lovely berries out there, you must help me in earning a quarter more than usual. Then, I promise to get you some before our return. "

Taehyung clenched his fists rather in a fit of more determination as he walked past his father relentlessly until his father had to grasp him from behind for getting him out of his cocksure attitude.

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The sturdy figure of the elder male settled his decisions and acquired the central position at the market. His antique trumpet shone brightly by the reflecting sun rays as he hoisted it proudly in his hands. "Ladies and gentlemen, today I present before you, the world of music that will drag you to a brand new moment of classic peace," he hailed like a clarion. His rising voice made the passers-by pay a glance and take a pause.

Those who looked out of their windows saw a young handsome lad standing in an almost formal garment beside a gallant man with a big instrument in his care. They awed at the new situation which was happening for real right in front of their eyes.

Taehyung stood for by his father, watching the crowd getting denser as moments flew. Light sunrays brightened his cheeks, glittering them like a sheet of new charming silk cloth. His solemnity was constant in his orbs until they met a strange pair of iris directed at him from a dim window nearby.

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This is the first time I'm trying to write something irrespective of the present-day situations. Hope you'll like it. Let me know your thoughts on this. Thank you so much for reading! Please don't forget to vote, comment and share! Love ya!