A Forbidden Dream | Lee Taeyong x Reader

Chapter 12:

~ Y/N's P.O.V. ~

Just like the usual, I entered Taeyong's cell at five o'clock in the morning so that I could observe him if he was still having nightmares or worse. I knew that he'd have those tendencies because of his current mental state and also because of his past. I did some research about the effects of trauma but I really didn't know much about what happened to him. The fact that he was violated repeatedly when he was in an abusive relationship was the only part that I knew.

I had a feeling that this wouldn't be the effect of only one event.

"T-Taeyong?"

I called his name but he just stayed asleep anyways, causing me to just sigh. I was disappointed at my own assumptions because I thought that he'd actually hear me but my voice was probably more like a fucking whisper or something. I stood up from my seat, knocking on the glass door to wake him up. Expectedly, he didn't wake up again because the sounds were somehow still too faint.

I let out a sigh once more, finally unlocking the glass door to wake him up.

"Taeyong, wake up..."

I shifted his frail body lightly, not wanting to disturb him badly. As soon as his eyes open, he suddenly backs away from me while he clutches his chest. He must've been surprised because this was the first time I've to wake him up like this. I gave him a slight nod, wanting him to know that he'll be safe as long as I'm here.

"Y/N? Isn't it?-"
"Five in the morning? Yes, it is a bit too early to wake you up but I did it for a specific reason."

He rubs his eyes for a bit, tilting his head as he stares at me with curious eyes.

"W-What reason, then?"
"Would you like to tell me the real reason why you're now in this state of mind?"

I saw him gulp in nervousness, his hand never leaving his chest as it visibly shook. I sighed, the guilt starting to rush over again because I scared him off.

I later decided to just leave him alone and forget the fact that I really need to know what happened in his past.

"... Well, maybe if you're not ready yet then-"
"No, wait..."

He answers, grabbing my wrist with the same hand that he used to clutch his chest earlier as he decides not to let go of me.

"Just... Just don't break m-my trust, please. I don't want to be... f-fooled again."

He stutters, taking a few pauses in nervousness once more.

"I wouldn't... I wouldn't break your trust, Taeyong."

I replied, shifting my body in a more non-intimidating way as I'm sitting on his bed. The inmate takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes, letting the silence fill the room. From how he's acting, he has these confusing mixed feelings of nervousness. I mean, if I had a very traumatizing background and I'm only telling all of that by now, I would be doing the same things.

"... I was a... I was a part of child prostitution..."

I felt myself gulp, overwhelmed with this information. It was so hard for me to take it all in without acting weird or panicked around him. However, I fully am aware that I'm working here as an officer in this department so it is my job to listen to whatever my assigned inmate has to say as it is a way to fix things.

These specific topics? They make my skin crawl because of how fucking inhumane the people behind it were. I know that Taeyong is still known as the "pretty murderer" but the story behind it is so unsettling to the point that I don't even know what to say back.