ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ {discontinued}

one.

NOTICE: Taehyung is 16 years old. His brother is 17. I forgot to mention ages in the previous chapter and some other things but it will be mentioned along the way so you all can prepare yourself mentally for the chapter published.

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Almond shaped eyes peep through the crack of the door.
The door is locked.
The vibrations of their loud voices bounce back and forth against the wall.
His fingers shake anxiously.
He doesn't know what will happen next.
It's easy to predict according to how loud their voices are.
Especially her.

"You think I don't realize how late you have been returning? It's obvious that you've been with another woman Dam'mit!" The short black haired lady roared.
It sounded similar to a growl.
His father stood there; bewildered.
"S-Sooyun I can promise you that I wouldn't EVER cheat on you. I had to work late--"
"Shut up! You're full of shit!" She practically screamed.

Taehyung's eyes brimmed with tears.
Yet he stayed silent and continued to watch.
"Taehyung get away from there. They're not going to stop any time soon" The older male sighed, the bangs of his dark hair brushing against his forehead.
Taehyung's lips parted.
He ignored his brother.
That annoyed him.
"Taehyung I said to get away from there!"

The aforementioned flinched.
"N-no. What if she hurts him?"
"She won't"
"You don't know that"
"I do!"
Taehyung bit his lower lip to the sobs that threatened to leave.
"B-but what if she does hyung? Y-you don't k-know-"
"Oh for pete's sake!"

Bogum grabbed his brother by the arm and pulled him onto the bed.
Taehyung stumbled a bit but landed firmly on his butt.
"You want her to come in here? You're safe with me. Don't listen to them or else you'll be out there too"
His eyes brimmed with tears.
He swallowed the tight knot forming in his throat.
"But I don't want them to" He whispered, completely heartbroken of the situation.
He hated when they would fight.
They always did.
"Yeah? Well that's too bad. Suck it up and stop being a cry baby" Bogum snapped, annoyed before his eyes averted back to his phone screen.

The brunette looked down at his fingers.
He fiddled with them.
The voices in the background never seemed to die down.
His mother was convinced her husband cheated and Taehyung knew that wasn't the case.
They were not the richest, not the poorest but they did not fall into the category of 'middle classed' either so his father worked hard for them...
But his mother's jealousy problems and lack of understanding always got in the way.

"I'm sick of this! Bogum!" Their mother snarled.
Taehyung's head bolted up in curiousity and fear.
He could see that his brother was hiding the same emotion he showed. "Hy--"
"Go to the closet Tae"
Taehyung sulked in further worry.
His heart beat in more fear.
"But-"
"No buts! Just go!" Bogum whisper shouted.
Taehyung did not utter another word.

He bolted to the old cupboard quickly and shut the door.
It blocked off any sounds.
It was dark.
Pitch black.
He pressed his ear against the plank of wood to listen.
The voices were muffled but there was a scream.
His face paled.

'Hyung' he internally cried.
He clinched his fists against the door as hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
One hit.
Another scream.
Another hit.
Another scream.
The deep voice of Bogum shouting 'Ah!' made him tremble.

He heard his father's voice.
He knew he was in search of him.
He didn't make a sound.
At least his father was there.
Maybe he would stop it.
Boy was he wrong.

This time he heard the loud sound of his father's voice scream in agony.
He almost let out a sound.
He covered his mouth quickly.
His heatbeat increased rapidly.
"Where is he?!"
"Please no. Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him.."
Bogum? His father?
Which was it?
His heart clenched as he sunk down slowly, not daring to look at the scene happening.
He covered his ears and whispered reassuring words to himself.

"It'll be over soon. I-it'll be over soon..." and so he went on.
He felt helpess, lost and scared.
"Please stop" he pleaded below his breath but it didn't.
It didn't until 15 minutes had gone.

Silence filled the room.
No movement was detected.
No signs of his mom.
He needed a sign of Bogum.
He slowly opened the closet door despite feeling drained from the amount of tears he shed.

Once met with the light again he flinched.
Oh how he didn't wish it adjusted.
The blood seemed as if it had drained from his face.
Bogum was seated.
He used the sheets to cover the side of his head.
Blood.
His mother made him bleed again.
His eyes were swollen and skin coveted in bruises.

He walked over without a word.
His vision blurred again with tears.
Bogum's sighed; defeated.
"Let me-"
"No. Please go to sleep."
"Bogum hyung that's unfair! Let me h-help you...Please" He sniffled.
But no.
He was helpless.
The other stood up.
He looked at the tired male once.
His heart ached for him but he couldn't let him get close.
No.
It wasn't Taehyung's fault.

"Go to sleep Taehyung"
He exited the room.
And once more Taehyung was left with nothing but his pillow to hug and sob into.

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Author's note:

I'm sorry if this is short. I'm giving myself time limits to write because I don't have much time for my own hobbies anymore.

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