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Wine.
Kim Taehyung. A foolish man he was; irritable, idiotic, some would call him insane. An unstable man living and unsteady life. Confused and reckless, drowning his sorrows with alcohol and drugs, blowing off his money in clubs and back alleys. Always ending up in brawls or in a random person's backyard.
There was nothing more to his life, you could say he lived miserably. High all day, drunk all night; full of bruises and scars that wouldn't recover. An unhappy man.
The same man who then found joy, balance and peace in his poetry, and his only family; and unexpected addition to his life, his daughter Soojung.
The only thing dear to him, the only person who made his reckless self suppress. A beautiful girl, not older than 2 years old when he first met her, with the prettiest
sparkling brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and the biggest smile adorning her face.
She brought cheerfulness to his life and woke a sense of responsibility in him. They enjoyed 7 years of (sometimes hard) bright and happy days together, he was content. He had his own job as a waiter, one close friend that he could trust with his life, and his dear Soojung; he didn't need anything else.
As Soojung's 10th birthday was approaching; Taehyung probably more excited than the child, he started planning all kinds of surprises for his little girl. He wanted the day to be special, she was already turning 10 and it was only a matter of time before she grew up to be a beautiful woman.
He had everything planned for his little girl's special day.
He closed his eyes and thought of that morning, the marigold curtains dancing with the wind. The smell of bitter pipe tobacco and caramel sweets lingering in the air. A pure white ceramic vase stood proudly on the coffee table, colorful tiny hand prints all over the vase (courtesy of tiny 5 year old Soojung), filled with the prettiest maroon, white, and yellow tulips Taehyung had found while walking through the fields at dawn.
It was 6am, the sound of woodpeckers and rustling leaves relaxed him while he waited for his little girl to finally wake up so they could begin doing all the fun activities Taehyung had carefully prepared to celebrate Soojung's birthday.
Serenity, gratitude.
He was satisfied as he let the cheerful sun bathe him through the wide open window, no signs of pestering bugs that could ruin his current state of peace.
He was comfortable there, sitting in his worn-out bronze couch, pen and pad in hand, sketching beautiful naked trees alongside beautiful poetry. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the mix of bitter and sweet scents as he closed his eyes...
only to open them to the ruthless present.
Vision blurry, mind in disarray, as he held the most significant thing to him; cold, expressionless, lifeless. The blood that had once flowed thick and scarlet through her veins now flowed through the pearl tiles, and soaked his clothes ruby and such.
Wine
Still, it drips silently
Fast, it runs in streams
Wet, it can soak things
Dry, it can stain things
With it, comes life
Without it, comes death.
What a sorrowful experience. How very desolate must that one be!
What gave his life meaning all these years, stripped away from him in seconds; barbaric, cruel, vicious.
His mind a bundle of thoughts.
He could've protected her, he did no such thing.
He didn't protect her, the fault is all his.
The prettiest maroon white and yellow tulips now turned wine as they swam in a pool of garnet. This only incensed him further.
Shaky hands, uneven breath. Who was responsible for such disgrace?
Day after day, pools of wine still filled his mind. His solution?
Glass after glass, pools of wine flowing down his throat, drowning out his remorse. Guilt, mourn, lament.
Detached from the world he managed to be. How very desolate must that one be!