Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK

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Taehyung with no further a-do, did what his mother said. He runs away from their house- from his father amidst the gloomy sky, crying its tears.

He ran away onto the street. People wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas were thinking he was lost. But he is practically. He has no place to go to at all. All what he has on his mind right now is to escape.

Taehyung sought at each turns and ways he sees yet he knows he already went too far. He halts under a pole with a light on its head, giving enough sight for those who would cross pavements. However, there is nobody around- the silent place is his for a moment.

Taehyung sat at the foot of the pole. He beseeches and wails like a lost child longing for a parent. No one will hear so he wants to burst all burdens in his chest. He hates his life. He loathes it. No exact word to describe the feeling that is so complexed towards everything he has. He's only 9. He's uneducated as well- no, not at all, knowing he stopped schooling at second grade- but life have taught him so much many things about itself.

He's completely drenched by the rain and his throat seem blocked and dry. He placed his head on his knees with his arms wrapping himself. The warmth he had has gradually leaving him and now, he's shivering in cold. Add his crumbling intestines and thirsty throat.

There are voices of a group of unknown men approaching his pace. However, Taehyung did not attempt to see them until the men who barely walk straight halted in front of him.

One of the three men says, "Why are you alone in this area, kid?"

"Isn't it too late to play with the rain?" The other man from the left asks. Taehyung can't determine if they are concerned that he's alone and drenched with the unreadable smiles on their lips.

"We are drenched too," all the men laughed as if there was something funny on one's statement. Taehyung then confirmed that these weird trio were drunk, probably about to go home wet but thwarted when they saw him.

With no interest to talk with the boozehounds, he stood up and attempted to walk away from the not-so-trustable drunkard men. But one of the men quickly grasped his elbow causing the little boy to freak out. Taehyung immediately shouted for help but the men just gave him laughs, thinking that there is nobody will be able to help him in the middle of this hours with heavy rain thudding on the roofs. He's afraid. So terrified that he doesn't know what he should do.

Taehyung's warm tears well on his eyes, indistinguishable from the drops of rainfall. He never thought that this will happen to him. He never thought that escaping from his father will bring him to another prison of hands under the rule of unknown three strong men. He tried to run away, writhe, and fight back as strong as he can but he's completely helpless. One of them lifted Taehyung up and slamped him on his huge shoulder like sack. They walked out of the place with these dangerous men laughing and uttering some nonsense statements. Taehyung keeps kicking and punching as hard as he can but the man who's carrying him seems numbed or maybe Taehyung's strength isn't enough even he does his best. He knows he's strong enough to kick at least one of them on the abdomen or scrotum but with starve and exhaust, his remaining strength is flailing.

Taehyung sees how the surrounding gets darker and darker until the lights from the pavement has gone. The men took him in a completely dark place with tall grasses of sugarcanes. He can hear the rain, storm rumbling, the grass' sibilance, and the topers' laughter. The silence of the place that makes the scary noises coming from danger adds up his agitation. He's tremblous. He no longer has control on himself but to pitifully cry.

After a while, he was brought down by the man in which he attempted to run away immediately but the two others immediately held his both arms and took upon his weakness that he lost all control on his own body. He was scolded by those men and got mad when Taehyung still tries to be free. He yelled, screamed, and begged everything but he's hopeless that he might've wasting his energy in fighting back.