Kim Taehyung was ancient, relatively speaking of course. He was there before what was was there and would probably would be there when what is dissolved into what was.
Often would he watch over a blue and green speckled planet, he was fond of the swirls dancing about the sphere, occasionally hiding the miniature inhabitants. Some nights those tiny dwellers would capture his attention completely, holding it captive until the early hours of the morning. Some nights their stories would hold him so tightly not even the bright rays of light could send him to sleep.
He did not always understand what he was witnessing but when he did, he shone brighter than Sirius, his older brother.
The people of the tiny planet often would say “the future was written in the stars.” Kim Taehyung would confirm later that in fact, it was not, not entirely. If it was then he would have seen it coming. If it was he would have shifted his axis.
The tiny planet was not very tiny when you are laying on its surface, Taehyung would tell his brother and sister stars when he gets back. He was certain he would get back, as soon as he has located the source of the insistent melody that caused the throb in his chest.