Amore Vendetta (Taekook)

Another wave of pain

Ignore the mistakes 🙏🏻

The room held darkness, a single filker of light entering from the slight crack of the blinds on the left window. The dawn's breaking, panic surging up once again, all over again just like it did thousands of time before. His body slightly rocking in that faintly lit room.

The presence beside his bed only adding fuel to his already miserable existence. His eyes closely shut can still recognise this soft glow of light. Another nightmare of that darkest phase of his life woke him  up and memories kept the misery going.

Taehyung was in the middle of panic attack, he can head his heart beat, his head hurting and his rocking body just speed up. His father's sitting beside him, probably be sleeping by now.

Taehyung tried his best to get hold of this, he tried to divert his mind, and the first thought that surfaced from his panic was the thought of the session he had today. Taehyung's mind slowly very slowly retraced the event. How he went there, how the doctor started, the questions..... the moments he shared with the male in that room. Everything!

Then i'd love to see you again. Maybe a day after tomorrow, and we can have bibimbap

Another wave of panic hit him, meeting people specifically new people is a big no no for him. He don't want to go back there.

"Taehyungie?" His father's sweet yet sleepy voice called him. Taehyung's face still crunched in  pain relaxed just a slight bit.

"Dad's here son." He felt his father slowly standing up and then hugging him. The other flash on the wall of his memory was the soft smiling face of his father, warms expression on his face when Taehyung approached him after he left doctor's room. At that moment for a slight moment, Taehyung felt proud.

"Speak! You can do that now, right?" Thề whisper made Taehyung close his eyes one more time, the tone of this voice is engraved in Taehyung's all three level of conscious now. The terror affiliated to it now holds no ground but a solid existence. "Reply and make your father proud."

"You awake son?" Mr. Kim thought maybe he just misunderstood the movements of Taehyung's body while his son was peacefully sleeping after so long.

"Your Dad's concerned Taehyungie!" The name call held mock, Taehyung felt someone shifting beside him in sheets, the terror that gripped his body was just indescribable. He gripped the sheets even more tightly from both sides. His father also went silent, Taehyung felt his father putting his forehead over Taehyung's shoulder and whisper something that didn't reach his ears.

"Bad boy, Taehyungie! Do you want your father to get sick again? Do you want to have him another cardiac arrest?" This time the mocking voice initiated dread in Taehyung's body.

His father was dying.

"You dare say something offensive and i'll make that happen, real soon." The body shifted even more close to him, it felt like he's clinging to him now. "Stay as you are Taehyungie, pathetic and miserable."

"I love you son, you are so strong." Mr. Kim kept chanting these words for quite some time and then took his head off his son's shoulder. He felt his back getting stiff because of sleeping while bending down and for sitting on this chair for long. He stood up, cracked his back around and then headed to the attached bathroom to do the needful.

Taehyung on the other hand heard when the washroom door was opened and someone stepped in, locked the door. He felt alone and even more scared. He dared not to open his eyes, but he felt someone climbing up his body, someone was over him, hovering over him. "Won't you even look at me? You don't even talk back to me now."