VHope (angst): Echoes

One.

A/N- please watch the video above first. This inspired me to write this. All credits to the owner of the video.

Taehyung today is not what Taehyung from twenty years back would have imagined him to be.

And that's not bad, to be honest. He just smiles, remembering his childlike antics from all those years ago. Sometimes he cringes when he sees his old videos- his old hyperactivity was a common joke, his '4D' behaviour was the reason he had won the hearts of a million fangirls.

But all that said and done, it's not that he's not hyperactive anymore. He is hyperactive. In his brain, his mental being. Outside, he's calm and orderly. Inside, it's a chaos.

Why is all that coming back to me now?

He sits up straight on his bed, after trying to sleep unsuccessfully for two hours. He looks at the watch. It's already 2 am. He needs to sleep.

He heads outside to his dining room, where in a pattern printed rack a huge lot of newspapers and letters are stocked. Carefully, he switches on the lights, and tip toes to the rack.

His hand straight away reaches the thing he's looking for, and he pulls it out gently.

It's a wedding card. From three years ago.

It's a wedding card that has resided in his dark thoughts, his subconscious, his very soul for three years now.

He opens it gently, and scratches his stubble. He wonders if he still has the courage to read it.

Truth is, he hasn't read the wedding card. Never once in three years.

His fingers fumble, the heat in his body rises, his throat goes dry and suddenly it feels his soul left his body. He doesn't understand whether he doesn't want to read the card or he doesn't need to read the card to know what's printed inside. Yet, every damn night when he awakens, he tries.

He decides to end his misery, and go for it. He doesn't have anything to lose.

Not now, anyway, when all is lost.

He takes a deep breath, and pulls it out. And then all breath in him feels like it was smacked out of him.

The card is fairly pretty. It's a dusty yellow now, a bit torn from the top due to the pressure of his fingers pressing on them every night, for three years. It's simple, with small bells adoring the corners, and little twirls around them.

On the card, there are a few lines, he's been dreading to read.

He's dreading because he thinks those feelings would return. The pain would return. Those haunted nights would make a passage in him again. That crazy passion will possess him again. He'll again be what he was ten years ago and he does not want that.

But he can't continue to torture himself like this. So he mans up, whispers a small prayer to God to help him, and lets his eyes rest on the few lines that have been the cause of his paranoia.

Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin
Request the honour
Of your presence and blessings,
On their wedding
On Twelveth June, 20__
At 6 o'clock
In the New Missionary Church.
Please be there to share our happiness!