I TIME TRAVELED TO STOP MY PARENTS DIVORCE (TAEKOOK)
The Perfect Frame
Rain tapped softly against the window, like someone trying not to disturb a fragile silence.
Taevin stood in the doorway, unmoving.
The house looked perfect. Clean. Organized. Quiet.
His eyes drifted to the dining table.
Two cups of coffee.
Untouched.
Two people.
Not speaking.
Kim Taehyung sat on one side, scrolling through his phone, expression unreadable.
Across from him, Jeon Jungkook stared at nothing, fingers wrapped around a mug that had long gone cold.
It wasn’t always like this.
Taevin tightened his grip on his sketchbook.
Jungkook blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.
JUNGKOOK
Hmm? Taevin, you’re up early.
Taehyung glanced up briefly
TAEHYUNG
You have class today.
Not a question. Just a statement.
Silence returned like it owned the place.
Taevin stepped inside, placing his sketchbook on the table. He opened it slowly, turning it toward them.
A drawing.
Three figures.
A family.
Laughing.
Jungkook’s eyes softened for a moment.
Taehyung looked at it too, but only for a second before looking away.
Good
Just good.
The word landed flat.
Jungkook forced a small smile.
JUNGKOOK
You’ve improved a lot
That caught their attention.
Taehyung frowned slightly.
TAEVIN
The senior from the art club
Taevin watched them carefully.
Even now… even together… they felt far apart.
Like two strangers accidentally sitting at the same table.
Jungkook stood up suddenly
JUNGKOOK
I’ll be late for the studio
Same timing. Same exit.
No coordination. Just coincidence.
As Jungkook reached the door, Taehyung spoke—
JUNGKOOK
I'll take the bus
JUNGKOOK
I don't need it, taehyung
The air shifted.
Sharp. Cold.
Taevin’s chest tightened.
The door clicked shut.
Taehyung stood there for a moment, jaw tense, before grabbing his keys.
Another door slam.
Taevin lowered himself into the chair, the sketchbook still open. The laughing family stared up at him like a memory that had wandered into the wrong timeline.
Then, slowly, he erased Taehyung.
Graphite dust gathered like quiet snowfall.
TAEVIN
Why does it feel like you’re already gone?
The clock ticked. Each second louder than the last.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Taevin shut the book and hugged it to his chest. Something was cracking. Not a loud break. Not a storm. A slow fracture, creeping through everything.
He stood, gaze drifting down the hallway.
The door was slightly open.
Inside, shadows folded over familiar things… and something else. A box, tucked under the desk. Old. Dust-softened. Forgotten on purpose.
Taevin stepped closer, heartbeat picking up like a drum testing its skin.
He shouldn’t look.
He knew that.
But the silence behind him felt heavier than the unknown ahead.
He knelt, pulling the box into the light. Dust lifted, danced, settled.
Photos. Letters. A flash drive.
TAEVIN
What happened to you?
His fingers hovered over the contents, then closed around the drive.
The rain outside slowed.
The house held its breath.
And somewhere, buried in old data and older choices, a truth waited—
sharp enough to cut the present open.
VIOLETTE
So any guess why taekook were like that?
VIOLETTE
How's the poster?
Echoes in Static
The house felt different after that.
Taevin sat cross-legged on the floor, the old flash drive resting in his palm like it carried a pulse. The laptop in front of him hummed softly, its screen glowing against the dim room
He hesitated.
Then plugged it in.
A soft click.
The screen flickered.
Folders appeared.
“2010_ARCHIVE”
“ART_SUBMISSIONS”
“PERSONAL”
Taevin’s fingers hovered over the trackpad.
His reflection stared back at him from the dark edges of the screen. Same eyes as Jungkook. Same quiet as Taehyung.
Photos spilled across the screen.
Jungkook laughing, head thrown back, paint smeared across his cheek.
Taehyung behind the camera, caught in the reflection of a mirror—smiling.
Not the polite smile Taevin knew.
A real one. Bright. Unhidden.
The word felt foreign in this house.
He clicked another file.
A video.
It played.
Jungkook sat on the floor, surrounded by canvases, waving at the camera.
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
Stop filming, Tae!
TAEHYUNG [PAST]
You look better like this.
Taehyung’s voice, softer, teasing
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
I look like a mess.
TAEHYUNG [PAST]
My favorite kind
Jungkook laughed, throwing a paintbrush toward the camera. It hit the lens, smearing color across the screen.
The video froze on that moment.
Color. Movement. Life.
Taevin’s chest tightened.
The cursor blinked. A small icon caught his attention.
His fingers stilled.
Something about it felt… wrong.
He clicked.
A list of saved drafts appeared. Dates from years ago.
One stood out.
Subject: Residency Application – Response
Taevin frowned.
Residency?
He opened it.
The screen filled with text.
"Dear Selection Committee,
Thank you for considering the application.
After careful thought, I regret to inform you that I will be declining this opportunity…"
Taevin blinked.
Declining?
His eyes scanned the sender line.
But—
His gaze dropped to the bottom.
A signature.
Not typed.
Attached.
A scanned signature.
Jungkook’s name… but something felt off.
Taevin leaned closer, heart beginning to race.
He opened another file from the same folder.
A real email Jungkook had written.
The signature was slightly different. The curve of the “J”… the pressure… the flow.
This one?
Stiff.
Imitated.
Forged.
Taevin’s breath caught.
His mind spun, pieces snapping together too fast.
The rejection… wasn’t real.
Jungkook didn’t send this.
Then—
Who did?
The answer rose like something cold crawling up his spine.
His hand trembled over the trackpad.
He checked the metadata.
The room felt smaller.
The air thinner.
TAEVIN
No… no, that doesn’t make sense…
Taevin whispered, shaking his head.
Jungkook always avoided talking about opportunities.
Always said, “I wasn’t good enough.”
And Taehyung—
Always quiet when that topic came up.
Taevin pushed back from the laptop, standing abruptly.
TAEVIN
This... This is why...
The arguments.
The silence.
The distance.
All rooted here.
One decision.
One lie.
His chest rose and fell unevenly.
If Jungkook knew the truth—
Would things be different?
Would they still be… like this?
The thought hit him hard.
Too hard.
Taevin turned back to the screen, eyes burning.
The words came out before he could stop them.
Fix it.
Go back.
Stop it.
A ridiculous idea.
Impossible.
His gaze drifted to the frozen video still on the screen.
Jungkook laughing.
Taehyung smiling.
TAEVIN
I just need one chance
The laptop flickered.
A sudden glitch.
The screen distorted, colors bleeding like wet paint.
Taevin froze.
The air shifted.
A low hum filled the room, vibrating through the floor.
The lights dimmed.
The cursor blinked rapidly.
Faster. Faster.
The image on screen warped—
Then went black.
Silence.
Complete.
Taevin’s breath echoed in the dark.
Then—
A pull.
Sharp. Sudden.
Like the world itself grabbed him.
His vision blurred, twisting, folding in on itself.
Everything shattered into light.
And then—
Nothing.
VIOLETTE
are you ready for past?
Colors Before the Break
Not the hum of a laptop. Not the quiet tick of a clock.
Bright. Unfiltered. Alive.
Taevin’s eyes snapped open.
Sunlight spilled across his face, warm and unapologetic. The ceiling above him wasn’t his. The paint was newer, the cracks unfamiliar.
He pushed himself up too quickly. His head spun, the world tilting like a canvas knocked off balance.
Voices drifted in from outside the room.
“Yah, don’t touch that! It’s still wet!”
A laugh followed. Breathless. Familiar.
Taevin froze.
No.
He stumbled toward the door, heart pounding louder with every step. His fingers wrapped around the handle, hesitating for a split second.
Then he pulled it open.
The smell hit him first.
Paint. Fresh. Sharp. Alive.
The living room was a mess of colors—canvases stacked against walls, brushes scattered across newspapers, sunlight dancing on streaks of blue and gold.
And in the middle of it—
Younger. Brighter. A streak of yellow paint across his cheek, hair falling into his eyes as he laughed.
Taehyung stood behind him, camera in hand.
Click.
TAEHYUNG [PAST]
Stop moving
TAEHYUNG [PAST]
You'll ruin the shot
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
I'm the shot
Jungkook shot back, grinning.
Taevin couldn’t breathe.
His chest tightened, eyes stinging as he took a step forward without realizing.
The word slipped out.
Both of them turned.
Two pairs of eyes landed on him.
Curious. Confused.
Strangers.
Jungkook tilted his head slightly.
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
Do I know you?
Taevin’s throat closed.
No recognition.
Of course not.
This was—
Before.
Taehyung lowered the camera slowly, gaze sharp but not cold.
TAEHYUNG [PAST]
Who are you?
The question hung in the air.
Taevin’s mind raced.
Think. Say something. Anything.
The name felt heavier here.
Jungkook frowned lightly.
Taehyung stepped a little closer, protective without thinking
TAEHYUNG [PAST]
How did you get in?
Taevin’s eyes darted around, landing on a canvas.
A weak answer.
But Jungkook’s expression softened instantly.
He repeated, a small smile forming.
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
You’re a student?
Taehyung didn’t look convinced. His gaze lingered, searching Taevin’s face like he was trying to solve something unseen.
But Jungkook clapped his hands lightly, breaking the tension.
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
Then you’re lucky
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
You found the right place
He held out his hand.
Paint-stained. Warm.
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
I'm Jungkook
Taevin stared at it.
At him.
This version of Jungkook—eyes bright, voice light, heart wide open.
Not the quiet, distant man from before.
His chest ached.
Taevin whispered under his breath.
Taevin shook his head quickly and took his hand
Taehyung watched the exchange, still cautious.
TAEHYUNG [PAST]
I'm Taehyung
He said, tone calm but guarded.
Taevin met his eyes.
There it was.
Not coldness.
Not distance.
Just… curiosity.
And something softer beneath it.
Something that hadn’t been buried yet.
Taevin’s fingers curled slightly.
He found them.
Before everything broke.
A strange mix of relief and fear settled in his chest.
Jungkook stepped back, clapping again.
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
Alright, student Taevin, show me your work
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
Sketchbook
Taevin looked down.
It was still in his hands.
From the future.
His grip tightened.
This wasn’t just a visit.
This was real.
He slowly opened it, flipping to a random page.
Jungkook leaned in, eyes scanning the drawing.
For a second—
Silence.
Then—
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
You drew emotions well
Taevin looked up.
Jungkook’s expression had changed.
Gentler. Deeper.
JUNGKOOK [PAST]
Like you’ve seen things you shouldn’t have
Taevin’s breath hitched.
Taehyung stepped closer too, glancing at the page.
Their shoulders almost brushed.
Close.
Natural.
Effortless.
Taevin watched them, something fragile blooming in his chest.
This.
This is what they lost.
And he was standing right inside it.
His fingers tightened around the sketchbook.
I’ll fix this.
No matter what it takes.
Even if—
The thought lingered, unfinished.
Taevin looked at them again.
Laughing. Teasing. Alive.
And for the first time since arriving—
He smiled.
Because now he knew.
Exactly what he was fighting for.
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