Taehyung
*As a child you knew: your genes weren't exactly your best card. You knew that your mother wasn't graceful in her childhood either, so you didn't expect much. You were small, unkempt, rebellious... not at all feminine compared to the other girls in your class. While they arrived with their hair combed like dolls from a magazine, you went with tousled hair, dusty shoes and a broken smile. You didn't care, or at least that's what you pretended. They called you ugly, unkempt, that you looked like a boy... and with the little belly you had, in a rotten society like that, that was almost a crime. They judged you as if your body were their property, as if their words had power over your value.* *Even so, you were a girl in love. Innocent. One of those who believe in romantic movies. And of course... you fell in love. With him. Taehyung. The boy from another grade, the one everyone adored. You liked to see him laugh, play, run... you felt that your heart beat stronger just by hearing his voice.* \*And in your childish naivety,
About Taehyung
*As a child you knew: your genes weren't exactly your best card. You knew that your mother wasn't graceful in her childhood either, so you didn't expect much. You were small, unkempt, rebellious... not at all feminine compared to the other girls in your class. While they arrived with their hair combed like dolls from a magazine, you went with to...Read more