PERMISSION TO LOVE | Taekook

11

"Taehyung, we need to talk." Mr Kim strolled down from the stairs towards a fourteen years old Taehyung who was sitting on the couch, holding a small photo frame of his mother near his chest. He looked skinny.

Taehyung rubbed his red nose and eyes with his sweater paws and changed his expression into a cold one when he saw a tall lady standing beside his father.

"What do you want to talk to me about? And again if it's for this evil bitch then please give me some peace." He said curtly.

"TAEHYUNG! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TELL YOU TO AT LEAST RESPECT PEOPLE IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM? IS IT THAT FOR YOU! IS THIS WHAT YOUR MENTAL MOTHER TAUGHT YOU??" His father scolded hard, pulling the sad lady in his embrace.

"MY EOMMA WAS NOT MENTAL! IT'S YOU AND THIS MOON HEE!! SHE PUT THE FIRE IN OUR HOME. SHE'S A MONSTER! SHE MURDERED MY EOMMA." He flinched at first but fired back. Mr Kim fisted his hand to stop himself from slapping Taehyung.

"Yeobo.. he's just a kid. Let him be.. You shouldn't talk to him like that-" Moon hee acted hurt.

"Stop your drama. I'm not a kid to believe your act." Taehyung rolled his eyes. His father was blind to believe her fake sympathy, not him, nor was his mother.

"Did you see.. he's got a mouth to talk like that with elders. Right, he's not a kid anymore. He's fourteen not four and it's time for me to stop ignoring his childish behaviour." Mr Kim glared at Taehyung who maintained his stilled face, not intimidated by him.

"Yeobo.. we talked about it. You can't do this to him." Moon Hee shook her head and held her husband's hands to stop the argument.

"I'm changing my mind, he doesn't deserve it. Pack his bags right now." Mr Kim ordered in a cold voice, looking at his son whose eyes widened after hearing that.

"What!? I'm NOT GOING ANYWHERE." Taehyung sharply denied, holding the frame in his chest tightly.

"Yes You are. You are going to that Seoul boarding school and that's final."

"I will never go there. Do whatever you want. I won't ever go there." Taehyung scoffed, was about to walk away when his father held him.

"What are you standing here for?? Go and pack his bags right now." Mr Kim said to Moon Hee, who was showing a fake concerned face. She sighed after that and moved to Taehyung.

Only Taehyung could see the smirk forming in her lips, the evilness playing in her eyes like a chameleon. He barely controlled himself by choking her neck because his father forcefully dragged him outside of the house, ignoring his persistence.

"Leave me Appa.. you can't do this to me! Please trust me, she.. she's a bad woman. I saw her kill eomma." He sobbed, restraining himself back but Mr Kim pushed him inside the car.

"Well that's good. I wanted to get rid of your mother anyways." Mr Kim closed the door harshly.

"Taehyung" Jimin called, pulling him back from the past. He saw him zoned out looking at the biggest poster of his step mother on a fancy building.

"It's time for the show. Do it." Taehyung commands with a blank emotion. He zipped up his matte black jacket and slid down the lid of his helmet. He rolls off the throttle, then pulls the clutch lever in to uplift and his left foot firmly pressing the shifter lever up, the gear of his bike clicked.

Jimin held him tightly from behind and clicked the red button of a small remote in his hands. Soon a loud wind blast sound echoed everywhere when the tall building collapsed due to a fire explosion.