eternity hotline // txt

bente singko

Trigger warning: self harm
im sorry like this really affected my mood too so I thought some would be uncomfy

-aer-

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Taehyun basically just walked in the streets if running away in the middle of the night not studying is being a rebel to you then you go be with his manipulative  father and be the dog who follow every single thing he wants.

He was awfully done and suffocated with every thing, School works, his so-called friends who was just forced to be friend with him since their parents told them to do so and of course his father.

It just started since he was little, he wants to make his parents proud so he does everything they want. Well basically most of it was his father's.

He was innocent and pure with the world just determined to make his parents happy.

But when it came to the point that it doesn't make him happy and satisfied he questioned his self about many things.

While his father always just said "Taehyun this Taehyun that you should be this be like that" like comparing his son to other children would make the boy feel any better or motivated. Maybe some would but not Taehyun.

When he decided to return back home after a midnight stroll to clear his mind, avoiding thoughts that would ruin him.

Passing by a street with cops and a guy who was crazy shouting "Darling! Hey! She's my- LET ME GO!" He also saw a girl shaking on the ground seated. He looked away trying not to be nosy with the incident.

He grunts struggling climbing up to his window as the walls became pretty slippery since it rained.

Passing by the window of their living room accidentally eavesdropping to a conversation that contains things that he just regrets hearing.

"Oh yes! Don't worry Mr. Lee just make everything perfect for Taehyun and the donation for the school would be surely at the bank account"

"Oh okay yeah no problem! I just know my son would be dumb enough not to win that" His father's laugh ringed in to his ear, it repeated in his head a several times making him lose focus nearly falling when his grip at the brick wall loosened.

He was hurt. Not only because his father paid someone to settle things for him to 'win' but what makes him feel bad is that his own father doesn't believe on what he got. Like it would never be enough for him even though you work hard it'll never be enough.

When he successfully enter through the window of his room, he pants while sitting on the floor leaning back to the wall, he gazes down it became visible to him that his hands were bleeding.

He focused on the flowing red liquid from his palms to his arms, staring at it intently. He chuckles bitterly.

He made his way to the bathroom and stared at the mirror.

'You should just die and no one would even care' he chuckles once again placing his hand under the running water in the faucet after slicing his wounds deeper with the use of a pocket knife. He lets it flow taking the red liquid away mixing itself with the clear once.

' You're a disappointment a huge failure to this family '

'Is that all you can do?!'

'You think that's enough?! Rank 2?! a Kang is always at the top! THE HIGHEST! THE BEST! YOU UNDERSTAND?! No other numbers alright?! One! Above all others!'