WARNING : Mature language ahead
Taehyung's pov:
A very hectic day I had and now all I wanted was a good sleep. A long good sleep but it also went away from my list when I got a call from my mother who wanted me to meet her friend's daughter.
Why?
To go on a date.
Like really? Did I look like some ' anyone ' whom she could hook up with whomever she wanted? And when I told her that I didn't want to go due to being tired , she had her same answer on repeat. ' What do you even do to get tired? All you have to do is sing and dance and practise.'
I swear to my life , that whenever I heard that it felt like I was some prostitute or harlot dancing and singing around.
She never wanted me to be a singer for she thought that this belonged to the street beggers who had nothing to do and to get their daily wages they were in need to sing and dance.
I had to suffer a lot before I became South Korea's best Singer but I had the thought that she would be happy once i became something huge, only to understand later that I was wrong.
Her thinking didn't change and that's why now when I tried to explain how happy I was all I got was her eye rolls and heartless scoffs.
She wanted me to carry the business my dad had built but I never wanted that. For her happiness, I tried studying business and I did well too but when it came to what I actually wanted, Then business turned into a subject that I had to study and singing became something I wanted to be in.
I loved writing songs and the very first song I wrote was when I was 8 years old. I wrote it in fun but the lyrics came out beautiful when I sang it to my teachers.
They praised me and I was just so happy that I had rushed to my mother in the afternoon to sing the song in front of her.
But as soon as I told her that I wanted to sing for her she simply said " Singing is done by harlots. We don't do such things, Taehyung. "
I was sad.
I couldn't even tell her that the song described her love for me.
That what I had written was for her, about her.
" I am going. " I declared to my mother who was sitting with my aunt, talking about something and everything nonsense one could get a hold on.
They both were the cruel gossipers and even my dad was tired of them.
" Where? " She asked but her attention was still on the photo that my aunt was showing her. I sighed and said " Do you even care ? " She passed me a glare with her before standing up from her seat and walking to me.
OK. I didn't expect that from her.
" What did you say ?" She questioned bitterly squinting her eyes.
" Nothing. I don't wanna upset you. I am sorry. " I apologized before moving forward but my steps halted as if someone grabbed them in their when I heard her mutter.
" Yes go ahead. Go out and fuck some girl and again make her pregnant so that she comes to me telling how you raped her and that she is having your baby. Go on , do that again. Now you might have got used to raping woma---"
" SHUT UP!!!! " I roared glaring at her with wide angry eyes. My heart thumbed against my ribcage by how loudly I shouted, flinching her badly.
She stepped back , startled by me but I cared less.
" You know it was never what you said!! I--I never raped anyone! And stop bringing her into this again and again. You speak as if I am some rapist. But I am not! I AM NOT A FUCKING RAPIST!! Do you get it ?" She nodded with frightened eyes before I marched out of the mansion boiling in anger.
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I kept on walking on the empty road as words of my mother echoed in my head aching it badly. It was all years back and not even what she thought. I was accused of something I never did. They never understood this. Everyone blamed me who knew about this and how could I expect anyone else to understand me when my mother was the person who too thought that I could do something bad like that.
My eyes started to get unclear vision as tears resurfaced in front of me.
I didn't know where I was going. There was no one with me and I was all alone again. This time I could actually say that it kinda felt nice. Because it was worse with being surrounded by crowd yet feeling empty and alone.
My steps halted when a car screeched its tires in front of me with horns blaring through my ears and headlights shooting right through my eyes.
I didn't care, it felt more depressing when even a car couldn't kill me. Sometimes , the thought of dying was so strong that ropes, poison or high floors were just in front of me and there was a thing stopping me.
There was always this one thing that stopped me from dying.
It was, my fans.
Whenever I met them , they cried holding flowers for me, shouting and screaming my name , weeping to hug me and this all made me stop from killing myself.
Their smiles when I stepped on the huge stage beaming with lights and yells and howlings of my name. Stadiums filled with me and them enjoying something our loved ones hated.
Drowning into the meaning of those words , swimming into the ocean of love and comfort. I could live just because of them. My fans were the only thing I had left and I couldn't simply die for a selfish reason.
But today it suddenly turned so dark after what my mother said that I wanted to die so bad.
Sometimes those unhappy and evil thoughts occupied me so briefly that the sounds, people and things around me fazed.
" Are you crazy?!" I heard a voice call me , horrified.
No offence the person was scared to death because I was about to ruin their life and maybe send them to prison for something they actually didn't want to do.
I couldn't move myself as if hypnotized , and kept on looking down.
" What the hell are you staring at?!" I heard that person grate out.
Wait---
I remembered that voice.
Jungkook?
YOU ARE READING
I Hate You
Fanfiction" It was a mistake. " Taehyung stated sternly with no shame or guilt in his eyes. " W-was it?" Jungkook's eyes turned teary as he gulped down the lump in his throat.
