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taehyung helped me find a place right across the street from where he lived with the rest of the bts boys. it was a comfortable arrangement because he was able to visit me quite often, so that i wouldn't feel lonely since i didn't know anyone in seoul other than him.

each time, he brought with him a present. a little box of pink rice cakes that he shared with me.

and we sat together on the living room couch, just talking about the things he had done in the eight years that passed while i was in other parts of the world--unhappily missing him. he talked about school, and his casting for big hit entertainment, including his trainee days.

i talked about puerto rico--how that beautiful place wasn't the same because it wasn't korea.

how germany didn't feel quite like home.

"how come?" he asked me, curious.

i easily replied to him. "because you weren't there, tae."

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i haven't posted anything here in a few days because i've had quite a busy week. and now i have huge drama over some shit my aunt started. but i hope you're all liking the story, and i hope you all have a nice weekend.

thank you so much for getting this to 800+ reads ^.^

it really means a lot!

-clary xx