Prologue

Nineteen Years

Taehyung laid his head on his desk, not giving a care to the world outside him. In his hand was a shabbily made paper airplane. His fingers unconsciously caressed the tips of the paper plane but his naturally droopy eyes focused on the blue sky.

A mild wind suddenly blew past the trees of the school compound, carrying with it the petals of the early blossoms and leaves. Taehyung’s blank face broke into the tiniest of smiles and his gaze shifted to the paper plane in his hand as if contemplating whether to let it fly along with the graceful wind.

There were other origami toys on his desk – all better and more beautiful than the one in his hand. But he paid no heed to these because the ones on the desks weren’t made by him… They weren't made by Jeon Jungkook...