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The next morning, the village was still half asleep when Taehyung stood on the path, his basket slung over one arm, his red cloak billowing behind him in the soft breeze. His hair was brushed gently, lips cherry-tinted from a little leftover jam, and his heart beating a little faster than usual.
He was excited. And worried. And just a tiny bit… curious.
It had been over a year since he’d last crossed the forest to visit his grandmother. The path was long, the woods deep, and people in the village often said the forest had its own rules especially at night. But in daylight, it just looked like trees and shadows.
Taehyung wasn’t scared. Not really. He was just hoping the forest remembered him. That’s what he always thought as a child. That the trees whispered to each other, and the flowers leaned toward his voice.
He began humming softly as he walked, his boots crunching over little stones and twigs.
Taehyung/Red hood
“Please let halmeoni be okay,” (he whispered to no one,) “I brought her ginger candy this time. She loves those.”
His cloak fluttered, the red a bright slash through the forest greens.
Taehyung/Red hood
“Maybe I’ll see a deer today,” (he smiled to himself, pausing to look at a rabbit that peeked out from a bush.) “Or maybe a fox? Not a wolf, though. Wolves are scary… right?”
He walked a little faster.
Taehyung/Red hood
“Still, I want to get there before the sun drops. She said her tea tastes lonely without me.”
A pause.
Taehyung/Red hood
“Do trees miss people?”
Here's come real Taehyung 🤓
He turned his head toward the forest, eyes soft and curious.
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