𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 ٭ 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 ٭

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late at night. Taehyung wakes up abruptly from a nightmare, tears streaming down his face. The memory of his father's abuse haunts him, leaving him shaken. He gets out of bed, grabs a gun for security, and heads outside to the expansive garden. The cold night air greets him as he lights a cigarette, still crying.

Taehyung's is lost in his thoughts as he smokes, the cigarette glowing in the darkness. Growing up in a mafia family wasn’t the glamorous life people imagine. Sure, he had money, but that didn’t mean happiness. His father was an abusive asshole, a drug addict who beat his mother and him. constantly.

꧁Flashback꧂

(10-year-old Taehyung witnessing his father beating his mother)

Young Taehyung is hiding behind a corner, peeking into the living room. His father, red-eyed and reeking of alcohol, is towering over his mother, who is cowering on the floor. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows that make the scene even more terrifying.

"You worthless woman! You think you can defy me?" His father shouts. He strikes his mother hard across the face, the sound echoing in the room  "Please, stop... you're hurting me..." Taehyungs mother pleaded,Her voice is trembling, tears streaming down her face as she tries to shield herself.

Young Taehyung clutches the wall, his heart pounding. He wants to help but knows he’s too small, too weak. He feels helpless, paralyzed by fear.

His father then grabbed her by the hair, dragging her across the floor, "You think I won’t do it again? You think you can escape this!!?" He screams at her. He kicks her in the stomach, causing her to gasp for air, her cries turning into weak whimpers.

Taehyung's eyes are wide with horror, his small fists clenched tightly. He bites his lip to keep from crying out, knowing it would only make things worse. "Taehyung... stay hidden..." His mother whispered to him. She manages to look towards where her son is hiding, her eyes filled with pain and love.

But his father noticed her glance. "Who are you looking at?" He asks. He turns towards the corner where Taehyung is hiding, but Taehyung quickly ducks out of sight, his heart racing even faster.

The scene fades as young Taehyung shuts his eyes tightly, trying to block out the sounds of his mother's suffering. The memory is etched into his mind, a constant reminder of his father's cruelty.

He takes a long drag on his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him in the cold night air.

He was just a kid, too small to do anything about it. The nightmares never stop. Every time he saw a man hit a woman, all he could think about was his father and mother.
He exhales, the smoke mixing with the mist of his breath in the cold.

Taehyung made a promise to himself long ago. He would never be like him. He would never lay a hand on a woman. He hated his father so deeply for what he did, for all the suffering he caused him and his mother. yet part of him still yearns for his love. But he’s dead now, just like his mother. And nothing can bring her back.

He sighs deeply, wiping the tears from his face as he tries to compose himself.

He missed his mother. He missed falling asleep in her arms. He missed her sweet voice and scent. He missed her delicious food and her warm hugs. He missed her so much. But what can he do? She's gone, and she’s not coming back.

He continues to smoke, enjoying the quiet night, the cold air numbing some of his pain as he reflects on his past and the promises he made to himself.

"I’ll protect those who can’t protect themselves. I won’t let history repeat itself." He mumbled to himself while looking up at the sky. He knew his mother was looking down at him. He knew she was looking over him, keeping him safe. He knew she was in a better place.

He finishes his cigarette, flicking the butt into the darkness, and stands there a moment longer, embracing the solitude before heading back inside, determined to keep his promise and never become the man his father was.