𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

No More Dream 🚬

Taehyung

If I could hear, Eomma would be banging on the door, begging me to open it so she could see me.

But I'm deaf.

That's why she left me alone, thats why they all leave me alone. If there's every anyone there it's either by chance or its pity.

I'm sick of pity. The frowns or overly soft eyes. Gentle touches as if I were so fragile and would break if handled in an uncareful way. Like I would shatter. Of course the only people who would treat me like that were the elderly or parents. Maybe the odd 'nice' person.

Then there were the younger ones. The bully's. Who'd enjoy breaking me. Breaking the incapable, weak thing that couldn't hear. That couldn't understand.

I continued sobbing as I rested my head in my arms, hugging my knees tightly as I pressed my back against to door. By now my throat was sore, gasping for a breath every few seconds to continue the crying.

I felt pathetic. Thinking that someone as handsome and sweet as Jeongguk would start to like me like that. Especially when he didn't even like men. How could someone like me ever change his preferences.

I probably just made him feel disgusted by the thought of being with men now.

I jumped at the gentle vibrations of the door being tapped, biting my lip to stop my sobs. That being useless as small hiccups and shaky breaths still left my swollen, cold lips.

"I-I'm fine Eomma..please...just leave me a-lone.." I whimpered quietly, slowly feeling the vibrations stop.

I sniffled as my body felt exhausted, curled up against the wall as I stared into the dark, cloudy sky, wet eyelashes fluttering closed.

Third person POV

The room was dark. There was no windows, the only light source being the flickering bulb hanging dangerously from the ceiling. It wasn't necessarily useful, as the rest of the empty, concrete grey walls and floor remained dark and hard to see clearly.

But that was all part of its 'charm'. It was a left over room. Irrelevant. Only for the use of pretty, stolen 'guests'.

Jeongguk stirred into conscienceness, dark eyes trying to open and look at his surroundings. His messy, raven hair fell into his eyes, covering his eyesight. As he tried to move his hand, he felt a restraint tugging against his wrist, holding him in place.

That's when he snapped awake. Desperately tugging with both hands, trying to pull his wrists out and he panicked looking down to see his ankles tied to the legs of chairs. His mind was still cloudy, stopping his from thinking straight and only being able to focus on one thing: getting out.

Jungkook froze, big doe eyes wide at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Slowly looking up, he was met with a face he started to recognise.

His expression darkened and his lips formed a scowl as he saw the guy who smirked at him. A guy that he had hated the second he heard him speak.

"Jackson." The originally-brunette male growled, ignoring the other people that surrounded him as he kept his attention on one.

A man who had dared to hurt an angel. A beautiful, adorable angel. And tried to ruin his innocence.

No one should get away with that.

"Oh, so you remember me? How sweet of you!" He chuckled, leaning close enough to the younger for him to smell the faint smell of smoke in his breath.

"You'll probably wish you didn't.." Jackson winked.