I know you're thinking about me. - Taehyung
Claire had grown between golden wheat, smell of wet ground and the noise of a tractor at dawn. In his house there were no luxuries, but a dining room that always had a hot dish and a family that laughed even when the defeated accounts piled up on the table. Taehyung, on the other hand, came from the type of family that came out in lifestyle magazines. Impeccable houses, Caro wine drinks, dinners where everything had a protocol. His father was an entrepreneur, his interior designer mother; They lived in a mansion where even the silences were rehearsed. From outside, they seemed perfect. Inside, everything was mold: measured smiles, phrases learned, conditioned affection. Any afternoon met, when Claire, with a partial scholarship and desire to eat the world, began working in a cafeteria near the university campus where she studied in the city. He entered with his group of friends - ironed classes, expensive watches, laughs contained - and asked for coffee.
About I know you're thinking about me. - Taehyung
Claire had grown between golden wheat, smell of wet ground and the noise of a tractor at dawn. In his house there were no luxuries, but a dining room that always had a hot dish and a family that laughed even when the defeated accounts piled up on the table. Taehyung, on the other hand, came from the type of family that came out in lifestyle maga...Read more