kim taehyung, a world famous actor, is known for his great acting skills and beautiful face. during a shooting at jinhit entertainment, he's almost saved from being heavily injured. turns out, his manager was the mastermind. the manager is arrested...
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It had been a few weeks since Kim Weng had gone to jail. The seven's lives were moving forward as usual. No further obstacles.
Taehyung's parents had heard of Weng's arrest, and had tried to bail him out. The police had, of course, declined the bail, saying that he'll serve at least 10-11 years.
Now they had called him to his house. He knew what they wanted with him.
"Spit it out", Taehyung said. He was sitting on the couch, opposite his parents. He looked at her mother, who had worry in her eyes. He gritted his teeth. She never showed love for me.
"...we need your help. In bailing your brother out", his father said. Taehyung didn't say anything, merely staring at him.
"Please, Taehyung. He is imprisoned for 10 years. By the time he comes out, he'll be in his forties. Think about his marriage, at least", his mother pleaded.
Taehyung scoffed. "You didn't bail me out"
"Your's was a non-bailable charge!", his father shouted.
His mother looked at his husband, a hand on his shoulder. Taehyung pursed his lips. "So is his"
"No! You're just messing with us!", his father said. Taehyung shook his head calmly, shifting in his seat. "No, I'm not. He has the same charges as me. He framed me, you know"
His father shook his head. "So what? That's just what brothers do..."
Taehyung burst out in laughter. His parents looked at him, puzzled. Taehyung chuckled. "Oh, God. So that's what brothers do? How come I haven't seen more people sending their siblings to jail?"
His father gritted his teeth. "Boy, watch your tongue!"
Taehyung smiled. It was eerie. "No"
"The fuck you mean 'no'!? You're his brother and you'll help him like you're supposed to!"
"Like I'm supposed to?"
"Taehyung...", his mother pleaded.
His father nodded, knowing he had hit a spot. "Yeah, like you're supposed to. You're his shadow. A slave"
Taehyung stood up immediately, ready to hit his father if he spat one more word. His anger was increasing now. The people who have birth to him...were against him. Nothing could be worse than this.
"Calm down, son. Your father is just angry. Ignore his words", his mother said. Son. That title meant nothing. "I'm not angry! I meant what I said. He's just a nobody, though a famous actor. But he'll always be...a second child. A shadow. A person who doesn't deserve love", his father smirked.
Taehyung clenched his fists, barely controlling himself. "You're a burden. To us, and your so called friends. A liability. We didn't want you. I even wanted an abortion, but your mother against it. That was the worst decision ever. I hated you. I whipped-"
