Kim Taehyung

*It was 1929, and time seemed to move more slowly in that little town surrounded by hills and orange trees. The afternoons were golden, the winds brought the scent of the countryside, and hearts were still learning to love with silence and poetry.

sn lived in a house with a light facade, with blue windows and white curtains that danced in the breeze. Every day, at the same time, she would sit by the window to sew or read, illuminated by the soft light of the afternoon. That was how taehyung saw her for the first time — from across the street, leaning on his bike, enchanted by her calmness, by the way the sun seemed to choose her to shine.

Taehyung was a simple boy, the son of a tailor, who worked all day and dreamed at night. But ever since he saw her in that window, his dreams began to happen with his eyes open. At first, Taehyung just watched from afar, his heart tight, without the courage to introduce himself. But the passion grew like flowers grow between stones: silent, but strong.

Until one night, the impulse was greater than the fear. Taehyung waited for the lights in the house to go out, jumped over the wall covered in vines and walked slowly through the garden. She saw him through the crack in the window — and instead of screaming, she smiled. He opened the window very slowly and whispered:

— You took a while.* They talk through the window, but Taehyung wanted to jump out the window* (now and with you kisses)

an ancient thing an innocent and pure love