Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Prologue

The first time he felt fear was when he was six year old. Hiding under his bed, with his two week old sister hidden in his embrace. The bed above kept on mving back and front. Two people on it doing something to his mom. They were laughing, his mom kept looking at him through the hole in the comforter. Just like she did when she asked him to hide under the bed with a promise that she will get him out of there in few moments. Of course that moment neve came. What came was those people, those big, dirty people who threw his mom on the bed. She screamed, they laughed, and after a moment blood dripped over his face seep[ing through the comforther. Some of it getting inder his mouth, giving him the first taste of blood. Iron and salt mixed together.

After a while everything got silenced.

His face was adorned with the blood by now. Yet he didn't blinked. He kept looking at her through hole in the bed. His mother. Although she doesn't look anything like that now.

Her normal glowing skin were pale by now, her eyes looking lifeless. Still they look big. Yet Taehyung wanted to check if it was bigger than the hole in her tummy where blood was dripping from onto his face now.

Blood that were directly hitting his face then sliding down his towards his ears.

"Always wanted to know how it will feel to fuck a dead woman!"

"So how did it feel?"

"No difference dude."

The loud laughters entered his ears as his hand tightened around the baby in his arms. Taehyung's one hand was already over her mouth to keep her from crying if she wake up. The only two weeks old couldn't feel anything after all.

But Taehyung kept his hand in her mouth, Incase she woke up.

It must've been one more hour and many different man coming and squeaking the bed, when the room was left empty. Except for the clothless dead woman on the bed. It took another six hours for the six year old to came out from  his hididng spot. He wouldv't stayed there longer if not for his sister who began to cry by now. His hold on the baby gir were still strong as he stood up.

His eyes taking the scene before him. There were some flies flying above his mother's body by now. Her body didn't have even one piece of clothe.

His father was lying by the door. Of course it was not recognizable anymore as his head was missing from the body altogether. But the flower print T shirt was the only proof that it was indeed his father.

The six year old slowly kept the crying girl on the bed then went towards the kitchen. His small feet slowly sidestepping the corpse lying on the doorway. He slowly took the milk bottle placed on the kitchen counter. His mother just made it this morning. So it was sold. 

He took it then went back to the girl. It was with a little difficulty but he was finally able to feed the little one who was now again sleeping after having her tymmy filled.

He took the comforter from the floor, the one that didn't have any blood on it and wrapped it around the baby's body.

Then...only then he sat down on the floor, hide his face in his hands and let out a silent scream. No there were not tears, there were no fear, there were only anguish. Rage. Hatred and every other thing that can be synonymic with violence itself.

He kept screaming the whole night. His body jerking on the floor while his mother's corpse was on the bed with flies above them and his father's headless body still lying on the doorway.

But through it all, through the every scream that left his body with his own disappearing childhood, he remembered. Those eyes, those brown eyes and that one name his mother kept screaming while the man was stabbing her tummy again and again.

He remembered it. And he will remember it till his last breath.

Jeon Janghyun. It was Jeon Janghyun.

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My First Taekook Fanfiction. It will be angsty as hell but it will have a love story like no other too.

I don't even  know if people will read it. But if anyone does, pls leave your comment and vote. It will be much much appreciated.