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They are walking down a peaceful mountain, where shiny snowflakes fall beautifully and elegantly. A nuance of white floats in the air, painting the ground, coloring their vision. and each snowflake is unique, but all have the same structures, yet are pretty similar despite their differences: They are like these two men. Some disappear and some appear. The cycle of life they center themselves and move forward. The life is there to offer them something different. May be they can make the difference like they ended all past years, in inference. Only if there is an afterlife, this time they will surely make everything better for them. This cruel world never let them be in each other's arms and life

There is only winter and snow. And the blinding, white terrain has become both a place of         desolation and         sanctuary. The Aroura Borealis dances like a beautiful blue fire across the night sky. Stars blink in and out of existence.

A bright yellow light pour out of the windows from the houses and onto the snow, but no one is ever inside. Some say it's the doorway to heaven. Others say it's the gates of hell.

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People in every corner of the country is talking about one news

The Emperor of Hollywood

Kim Taehyung has died last night due to sudden cardiac arrest

He was 90 years old

His grandson, Kim Taehyung junior is on his way from Berlin. Once he backs the cremation will be completed

The hospital suite has burst open and Taehyung junior is standing there.

Kim Taehyung Jr holds his grandpa's hand for the last time.

" Remember child, when I die you will make him alive. You have to make his and my love, eternal "

That's what Taehyung junior's mind is saying-He has to make ' Someone ' alive now.

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Taehyung Jr has said goodbye to his grandpa this week, on a very inauspicious day. It is extremely heart-wrenching af, but at the same time, He has never felt this genuine pain, simply of his existence before. These few days have been painfully weird for his brain. He tries to write his journal a lot to help process, but the gears in his head are still figuring it out. Farewell has never been easy for him, but this one is the hardest. What he had with his grandpa is so special, he doubts he can ever recreate this again in any other scenarios ever. He genuinely in pain this time, this time; this experience is killing him, but sometimes he just wishes it would never end, because he wants to know what pain actually is. Never has he ever felt any kind of discomfort or pain before, thanks to the king, his grandpa When his parents along with his maternal grandpa Jimin died in a terrible car accident, he was only 7. He can't even remember anything because when he was about to see his parents, lifeless dead bodies, he saw his grandpa's blue eyes instead. Before he could see them he was engulfed in infinity warmth of his grandpa

After wailing like a baby, he finally decides to stop. And he can sweaŕ, he has heard his grandpa's voice, reading something.

I hear you I know that you are struggling And I hear that you need something Maybe you feel like you need someone? But I am here for you now, and I will always be there for you. I am here to tell you that you are strong I would like you to know that within you is all that you need. I would like to help you find the stronger part of yourself That person who is within you Who knows how to weather the storm Who knows how to sit with himself And be whole So don't cry, and we will journey together to a safe place Where you will find peace And be at one. Steady yourself and turn within Can you find your breath? Listen to it... Feel it... Embrace it... And as you embrace it Embrace the pain within you Embrace it with your breath With your wisest self Your strongest bravest self Who lies deep within you Let this self grow Let him wrap his arms around you Your pain your sorrow And let him be Let him be there for you Feel his touch His presence His warmth His strength Fall back into his arms And surrender into his presence, his gentle strong embrace And with your breath Rest here with him At this moment Where the forces of nature swirl and collide Where many things may exist And you can be at peace I call upon you who is good, to stand with me, I call upon you who is strong, to stand with me, I call upon you who is wise, to stand with me Stand with me in pain In turmoil Witness my sorrow My tears My moments of breaking down And hold me Walk with me Embrace me So that I know and feel your strength. Be whole and here with me As I journey on.

He turns his back and walks into his grandpa's study room, wondering who that person might be and what is the exact relation between his grandpa and that person. The room is filled with his grandpa's old pictures, some from his films and some from photoshoots and 3 academic awards along with 68 other awards are shining brightly. He was truly the King of the siver screen. The Emperor of Hollywood

Back to the topic, he never heard his grandma talking about that person either. But he knows there was always a distance between the Kim couple. Taehyung's questions eating up his brain, and he has finally opened the drawer revealing 73 letters, a few were sent from tolochenaz, switzerland. A few were sent from different places of the United States. His grandpa's 81 diaries and a few pictures

His bright blue eyes gleaming underneath the soft light of the ceiling, but those old pictures are enough to make his eyes dull. Because first time he is seeing his grandpa's smile.

The real one

Behind every picture, a message is written. It's Kim Taehyung senior's handwriting. This picture was taken in March 18th 1959 " He was looking extremely beautiful today, more beautiful than those lilies. So, I couldn't take my eyes off him. So, delicate.. So, pure and So beautiful. As if I was watching my death standing near me wearing a veil called life Lily to my valley. Embody the love or, Signify my death. "

There is another picture, behind that picture something was written too

" He hates it when I take his picture after màking love, and I took this one in the middle of when we were doing dèed in a meadow. He doesn't know, when he gasps for breath, his disheveled hair Everything Everything Makes him more beautiful, he becomes ethereal having nothing but my bitè marks on his pale skin. I want him to bury me in the warmth of his embrace. Drown me in the scent of something like home Carry my fears into whispers of forever, hold me til I question if I was ever broken at all. My universe underneath the same sky as me. Only stars know our infinite secrets " Dated-15th June 1963

" My canon camera with internal timer, has finally showed its magic. I set the timer before making him mine once again. He will not get angry as long as I don't capture ourselves, nàked. But I can't help but capturing tiny pieces of our most vulnerable and precious moments. My moon- your skin was so warm today, that I melted even before touching you. My moon, I want your fingers in my hair, I want to feel your breath against my lips I want your hands roaming my bòdy your eyes exploring my soul I want to stay away from everybody everybody there is but yours I want the moon to lose our shape can't find our bodies separate I want our auras to lose colors and find one rainbow beaming in the dark I want you dark and in color I want your lips the taste of cigarettes of mine I want your lips the taste of hot chocolate I want you daisies I want you irises But I want you and only you. " Dated-18th October 1966

After several days Kim Taehyung Jr. has decided to call his manager

Phone conversation

Ends conversation

The indefinite glow around Kim Taehyung, the king of silver screen is going to be explained soon along with a forbidden and undying love story started in 1945

" My sick little love My close-hidden dove My one, my only, my man. I am yours till death Yours till the end Your till the end of time, my love "

it's Sunday after noon and a soothing music has been filling the room

On Sunday afternoons, vinyl lulls him to rest. He is reminded of those days, when life was so simple he dreams like he is there again. He just does nothing and closes his eyes, or stare at the ceiling Lost in a sea of ever-changing thoughts The vinyl has ended And the sun has vanished his dreams fade away and his thoughts swell He puts his vinyl away, he hits his lowest points Not even the music Can save him now.

He has been tolerating his beloved wife's infidelity since forever

He will beat the shìt out of her, or choke her to death or shoot her then kill his children and commit suìcide

He knows his mexican wife, where she might be right now. Being a money-hungry leech with too much makeup on For a woman her age. Where is she now? Walking the streets? Or she must be with another man, mooching of some rich man

As if he is poor, nah-he isn't. The very reason she isn't divorcing him. How he wishes his first wife is still alive, she isn't alive leaving behind two children and her husband How he wishes, he has never met this mexican woman.

all his fault

His fault his babies are living life like hell Even, yesterday she brought some old hàg to fùck his 13 years old son! That boy is too beautiful to be true and a wealthy 50 years old widow wants to ruin the baby! can anyone believe it?

His wife, took money from that woman to ruin his son! Yes, due to war the business isn't going well nowadays, but that money hungry leech has now stooped so low to sell his innocence

How will he save his son from this woman? Today or tomorrow she will sell his son to some old hàg. People are right, a step mum can never be a real mum

Those, fairy tale princess have evil stepmothers but what about his son? Who will save him? The boy has to save himself from this world His ethereal beauty will ruin his life someday

He feels so pathetic, living like a pathetic loser at age 46 isn't exactly ideal, nevertheless, he has no way to quit. Where others of his age living a so called healthy and wealthy life, he is used to a life so dull, mundane. He knows how people around once saluted him nowadays concede him as ' good for nothing ' loser, with a boy too beautiful to be true and a mute girl to save from his 2nd wife

He notices his son been playing with a white puppy and his daughter The puppy is looking, sniffing, exploring, wanting to run 3 creatures future unknown past unknown a free little spirits now entwined with each other

Richard Joe Kim, glances up noticing his second wife-who is busy unwrapping a lollipop Engulfing its round end in her mouth, she swirls the tip of her tongue around it, staining her lips in its sugary coating. Richard's stare is onto her, anyone can be tùrned on by the way she sucks on the damn thing like it is a fùcking còck.

Why can't only a 13 years old boy have a normal teenage life like others?

Did he commit a great crime that everyone wants him for themselves or because he is too beautiful to be true?

truth to be told, he is extremely beautiful and pleasing to eyes for anyone

the 13y/o boy can easily be mistaken as aphròdite's son

Ebony flowing from his scalp like a river of never-ending night a curvaceous figure draped in sun kissed skin contrasted with his deep blue eyes Gentle speckles dusted across his cheeks rose petals part while he speaks words leaving them like music He is like a fairytale inhaling life, exhaling love

But Richard Joe Kim doesn't know even his own younger brother, his son's uncle wants his Taehyungie

As if the entire world is a hunter and his son a prey to devour and leaving no crumbs behind

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Another part of the city

this part of the city when the rains come and flooding      streets and drenching pavement dwellers and washing the humid filth from the air, the lives of people who live inside the small houses become hell

Here lives a boy

13 y/o

with doe eyes

and curly brown hair

too dirty to understand any feature of his face

poor people can't have luxury

Per water bucket costs 4 cents

His mother, who is a maid doesn't have money to invest on water buckets for her children

poor people can have water to drink not to bathe

the nerd boy bitten by the charity bug, wants to speak of slum children’s education and become a lawyer someday but what will he do with shining darkness in his eyes? his mother gives him a few dollars every week which glisten in the dark Like a meteorite on a dark night In the next moment it vanish In the depths of hunger and belly of his and his siblings.

His doe eyes never shine

13 y/o boy has become matured enough to know how this world works and people treat broke people like them

His mother never comes home, she comes once in a weak and entire week he has to take good care of his 2 siblings

And here, comes another trouble A man wants to slèep with his mother so everyday he pay the boy a visit when he doesn't find the boy's mother, he beats the shìt out of the boy

Right now, something like this happening

The smell of rain comes into the room with that man. the boy called Jeon Jeongguk's heart has sunken to his stomach. As hard as he tries He can't move. Fight, Flight, or Freeze? The sound of the man's voice has filled the room, and it blurred the rest of Jeongguk's life. The smile left his face as soon as he heard the man. There he is, and here Jeongguk goes Today he starts running as far away as he can He has to make sure that man is gone. Fight, Flight, or Freeze? But he can't fight, can he? That man fills Jeongguk with fear, leaves him speechless in the worst way makes him leave the things he loves most, just to feel safe within his own mind As much as Jeongguk may want to fight, He can't. He is too scared The nasty look in that man's eyes and dirty hands trying to wipe dirt from Jeongguk's face just to see the hidden beauty is too awful Jeongguk is afraid Afraid, someday this man might ruin him

This is how their life have started one having a parent who is too powerless to protect his son. The boy who is blessed with ethereal beauty Another having a parent who can't protect her child due to poverty has hit them hard

Their path will cross soon

and the destiny will play its cruel game