The World He Created Himself
Chapter - 1
The Kingdom of Haneul was prosperous.
Golden fields stretched beyond the mountains, merchants traveled freely between cities, and love was celebrated in all its forms.
Men married men, women married women, and no one questioned it.
It was simply life.
Yet prosperity did not guarantee happiness.
Especially not for a child named Kim Taehyung.
The Kim Clan was one of the largest families in the kingdom.
Three generations lived under one enormous roof.
Grandparents.
Uncles.
Aunts.
Cousins.
Children running through the courtyards.
Servants carrying baskets of food.
The mansion was always full of voices.
Yet somehow, Taehyung always felt alone.
At seven years old, he already understood one thing.
No one wanted him.
A sharp voice rang through the courtyard.
The little boy immediately stopped washing vegetables and stood up.
Teahyung (7 years old )
"Y-Yes, Aunt?"
aunt 1
"Why are you standing there? The firewood isn't chopped."
Taehyung lowered his head.
Teahyung (7 years old )
"I was told to wash these first."
aunt 1
"And now I'm telling you to chop the wood."
She smacked the back of his head.
aunt 1
"Must everything be explained to you?"
The vegetables scattered across the ground.
Teahyung (7 years old )
"I'm sorry..."
aunt 1
"Sorry won't finish the work."
Taehyung quietly gathered the vegetables again.
No one helped him.
No one ever did.
His cousin Minho passed by carrying a basket of fresh fruit.
random 1
"That's all he's good for."
random 2
"Grandfather says he's useless."
random 3
"No wonder his parents don't like him."
Taehyung kept his eyes on the ground.
If he ignored them long enough, they usually became bored.
Usually.
That evening the entire family gathered for dinner.
The long dining hall glowed with candlelight.
Dozens of dishes covered the table.
Everyone chatted happily.
Taehyung stood in a corner.
Waiting.
Children ate first.
Adults second.
Servants after.
And Taehyung...
He stand in the corner waiting them to finsih so , he can have the leftover ...
One cousin proudly held up a scroll.
random 1
One cousin proudly held up a scroll.
"I got the highest score in literature."
The family immediately praised him.
uncle 1
"You'll become a scholar one day."
Another cousin showed off his archery results.
The adults praised him too.
Then another child.
And another.
One after another.
Achievements.
Talents.
Gifts.
The room overflowed with pride.
Taehyung quietly stared at his bowl.
No one asked about him.
No one ever asked.
His father sat across the table.
Silent.
As always.
The man didn't defend him.
Didn't stop anyone.
Didn't even look at him.
To Taehyung, that hurt more than the insults.
Because insults meant people saw him.
His father acted as if he didn't exist.
After dinner, Taehyung carried dirty dishes to the kitchen.
The servants exchanged sympathetic looks.
One elderly servant named Hana approached him.
elder maid Hana
"Young master."
Hana was one of the few people who spoke kindly to him.
Teahyung (7 years old )
Yes
The old woman secretly handed him a steamed bun.
elder maid Hana
"I saved this for you."
Teahyung (7 years old )
Taehyung's eyes widened.
"Really?"
elder maid Hana
"Eat it before someone sees"
The boy held the warm bun carefully.
As though it were treasure.
Because to him...
It was.
That night rain fell heavily.
The wind rattled the wooden windows.
Most children slept in comfortable shared rooms.
Taehyung slept in a small storage room near the back courtyard.
He don't have a courage to ask .. Why ?
The little boy sat beside the window eating half of the bun.
He saved the other half for tomorrow.
His stomach growled.
But he ignored it.
Tomorrow's hunger would be worse.
Thunder echoed outside.
Taehyung curled beneath a thin blanket.
His eyes drifted toward the family shrine visible through the rain.
Every important member of the Kim Clan had their name recorded there.
Heroes.
Scholars.
Warriors.
Merchants.
People worth remembering.
Teahyung (7 years old )
"Will anyone remember me?"
The question escaped his lips quietly.
There was no answer.
Only rain.
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chapter - 2
A few days later the annual family festival arrived.
It was one of the grandest celebrations of the year.
Children wore beautiful robes.
Adults exchanged gifts.
Musicians performed.
Everyone laughed.
Everyone except Taehyung.
Teahyung (7 years old )
"Yes, Grandmother?"
She pointed toward several baskets.
grandmother kim
Carry all these fruit baskets
Teahyung (7 years old )
"This many ? "
Asked in scared curiosity
grandmother kim
"Do you see anyone else standing around doing nothing?"
Far too heavy for an seven -year-old child.
Yet he carried them without complaint.
Because complaints earned punishment.
As he walked through the courtyard, he stumbled.
One basket fell.
Fruit rolled across the ground.
The courtyard instantly became silent.
Taehyung froze.
Fear settled in his chest.
uncle 1
His uncle stood.
"What did you do?"
Teahyung (7 years old )
"I-I'm sorry."
uncle 1
The man grabbed his arm.
Hard.
Too hard.
"Do you know how expensive that was?"
Teahyung (7 years old )
"I..it was an accident."
The grip tightened.
Tears formed in Taehyung's eyes.
But he refused to cry.
Crying only made things worse.
Then a voice interrupted.
Everyone turned.
Grandfather had spoken.
For a moment Taehyung thought someone was helping him.
Instead the old man frowned.
grandfather kim
"You're causing a scene during the festival."
grandfather kim
"Take him away."
Just like that.
The problem wasn't the punishment.
The problem was Taehyung existing where people could see him.
That evening the festival continued without him.
Music filled the air.
Laughter echoed through the mansion.
Fireworks illuminated the night sky.
Taehyung sat alone behind the storage building.
His knees pressed against his chest.
Watching the distant lights.
Watching a celebration he wasn't allowed to join.
A Servant eventually found him.
Taehyung looked up.
The servant smiled sadly.
servant
"The fireworks are beautiful tonight."
Teahyung (7 years old )
They are
servant
"Why aren't you watching with everyone else?"
Taehyung stared toward the glowing sky.
The answer was obvious.
Yet saying it aloud somehow made it real.
Teahyung (7 years old )
they look good from here also
The servant's smile disappeared.
But Taehyung kept looking at the fireworks.
Red.
Gold.
Silver.
Beautiful colors blooming across the darkness.
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