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When Yeonjun was a child, he had found a small bird that had tumbled from its nest, its wing cruelly snapped by the fingers of careless humans. Unable to stand the thought of it being trampled underfoot, he had tucked it into his pocket and carried it home.
His mother had dried his tears when its wing didn’t heal properly and he watched it struggle and flutter against the floor. Yeonjun had begged her not to let it suffer out in the world and promised he would take care of it himself. His kind heart had come from his mother, and she didn’t scold him for being attached to the pitiful little thing.
He carried the bird around in the palm of his hand, and sometimes in his pocket, until he forgot the bird couldn’t fly at all. He loved it all the same.
As he grew into adulthood, he hadn’t shaken the habit of finding beauty in things that were a little broken.
Much like the bird that Yeonjun had carried around in his hand, Taehyun walked by his side, often in silence. Something as fragile as bird wings had snapped inside Taehyun and grown back crooked.
Yeonjun found him beautiful nevertheless.