𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘿 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙋𝙊𝙑
it's 4:00 am in the morning and a soul is lying on the small living room...wounded.After sometime time taehyung opened his eyes, his head was hurting badly he tried to sit up with the help of his elbow but fell on the floor again.
He is in pain both physically and mentally, the pain is so much that he wants to scream.
He wants to cry but he has no one not even a single friend with whom he can share anything, no one to console him, no one to give him a shoulder to cry on, no one to love him, and no one to be by his side.
After so much struggle he finally got up from the floor and walked toward his room with the help of the wall.
after bathing for 1 hour he came out of the bathroom and looked at the alarm clock which was kept on the night stand near his bed in his small room, he signed because it was time for him to go to college another place where he can't live in peace.
it's 7:30 o'clock in the morning he got ready and left the house without telling anyone, Anyways who is there in that house who cares whether he is alive or dead they just want money from him that's why he always goes to college without telling anyone.
Leaving the house without having breakfast he head to the street and start walking toward the cafe where he works as a waiter, his first part time job to earn money.
After working from 8:00 to 10:00 pm he changed his clothes from working one to college one and leave from there and goes toward the bus stop, he takes the bus to his college where he will reach after 45 minutes.
He was walking down the hallway toward his locker while everyone was looking at him with side eyes and started whispering into each others ears.
He was feeling very uncomfortable he wanted to get away from everyone asap but-
"Why are you in such a hurry sweetheart"
bogum or you can say taehyung's so called bully and principal son.
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