Taehyung had always found comfort in the forgotten things the dusty corners of thrift stores, the musty smell of old books, and the worn-out edges of vintage objects. His small apartment, cluttered with such treasures, had become a sanctuary for him. It was a place where time slowed down, where the weight of modern life could be momentarily forgotten. But today, he found something that would change his life in ways he couldn’t have imagined.
He ran his fingers across an old, weathered typewriter in the corner of the dimly lit store, its dark brown frame chipped with age. Taehyung was no stranger to vintage treasures. He had an eye for them, drawn to items that had stories to tell items that, like him, seemed to exist just outside the current world. But this typewriter was different. There was something about it that pulled him in deeper than usual, an almost magnetic draw.
The memory of his grandmother’s voice echoed in his mind. “You should visit the thrift store down the street, Taehyung. I’m sure there’s something there for you. Something you’ll love.”
She had said it so many times, nagging him about the tiny, cluttered shop on the edge of town. At first, Taehyung had dismissed her suggestions. He had been busy, buried in his daily routine, his life feeling monotonous and detached. But after she passed away two months ago, the echoes of her words lingered in his mind, always with a twinge of guilt for not having listened sooner.
Today, the nagging voice felt like a sign. Maybe she had known that he needed to visit this store, that he needed to find something. The grief still weighed heavily on him, his grandmother’s absence leaving a hole in his heart. It was her steady presence that had always grounded him, especially after his parents’ departure from his life when he was young. Without her, everything felt incomplete, like a book with pages missing.
He turned to the shopkeeper, who was busy rearranging items on a shelf nearby.
