FILTHY INFATUATION [KTH]

42 FILTHY INFATUATION

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42| “Creeping emotions.”

Taehyung’s shoulders were taut under his white shirt and his fingers were curled into steely fists to evade the prickling sensation of tension around his skin. 

After so many years he was again standing in the same place— his childhood house. Every nerve of his body strained and wavered, sensing a ball of nostalgia galloping in the back of his head, slashing him open and leaving a scar anew. With a flick of curiosity, his eyes glide around the deserted garden that once was greenery and lively under Nabbi’s care.  

Taehyung recalled how his mother used to spend most of her time there, teaching him about gardening and new types of seeds. Nabbi loved flowers and he loved watching her smile. The mere thought of his mother anguishes him drastically, plugging his veins with utmost rage toward Hyeon. His sorry excuse of a father had ruined everything. 

A scowl toured across his face on seeing the condition of the brick house. The paint was chipped, the windows were cracked and broken in some places. It was visibly worn and abandoned, almost eerie that Taehyung was even having double thoughts about stepping in. 

Gathering enough courage and without any skepticism, he pushed the front door. It creaked open with a groaning noise, echoing in the old house, leaving a spine-chilling effect.  Everything was a mess just like the same day when Taehyung arrived home from the playground and found his mother and sister gone. 

Then Hyeon came the same night. He grabbed Taehyung by his neck as if he was dealing with some feral animal, not a kid and dragged him out of the house and tossed him in the car to cage him in his coop mansion with a tag of ‘Heir of Kim Empire’ — Just like the same day,  carrying the dread Taehyung stood there in the living area.

“Taehyung, Taehyung!” Taehyung was startled, the voice belonged to Nabbi as it was coming from upstairs. Slamming his trepidation shut for good, he walked upstairs. His every step was tentative and sluggish but natural as if his own legs were ushering him to go forward. 

Taehyung reached Nabbi's bedroom door,  sensing the eruption of violent shivers across his spine. Something told him to take his steps back and walk away, far from this forsaken hell. Too late, Taehyung was already there and he had to see what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. 

“Fuck it.” With shaking fingers, he twisted the doorknob and slipped inside the bedroom. The sight was enough to make his heart claw his ribs in complete agony— this should be a nasty joke because whatever he was watching was something that couldn't be defined in damn words. 

Hyeon was standing on top of Nina's body, a knife stuck under his fist and Nina was lying in the pool of blood, her blood. Every courage and thought had escaped Taehyung, causing him mindlessly to stumble against the door. Suddenly his bones were too cold and heavy around his limbs, his breathing was too loud in his own ears, and the pulse of the side of his neck was thumping too hard for his liking— everything was too much. Too painful. 

“Don’t touch her.” Taehyung mumbled, his eyes laser-focused on Nina’s body and the blood gruesomely spilling out of her. “I said, don’t touch her!” Taehyung snarled like a raucous beast, his body coming forward to shove away Hyeon on the other side of the wall.