MAFIA LOVE ENG. Vers ( TAEGI )

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⚠ Contains violence ⚠

"Suran Nuna, I have to go home immediately" said a teenage boy in a worried tone to a woman beside him

"Eoh? - the woman glanced at the clock on the wall - omona! OK, hurry home. I'm afraid your appa is already home," said Suran in a worried tone

The 16 year old teenager immediately nodded, then took his bag to go home, leaving Suran who looked sadly at his return

"Hopefully that bastard doesn't add to the wounds on your body, Yoon-ah..." he muttered, then continued his work

The teenage boy ran as hard as he could to get home, it was a little difficult... because of the wound on his calf caused by his drunken father who ended up torturing him with a buckle.

He swallowed hard when he saw his father's shoes perched neatly in front of the door.

Will he get new wounds?

Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the door and the first thing he saw was the living room in a messy state with broken glass from alcohol bottles everywhere, and also a strong smell. His short legs walked carefully, afraid of being hit by glass... and also afraid that his father would find out about his return.

But his eyebrows furrowed when he couldn't find his father anywhere, had his father gone again? or have he slept?

But his guess was wrong, he had just pulled the doorknob to his room... his tiny body had been slammed hard on the floor.

"Where have you been damn it!" shouted the middle-aged man, slamming the flower vase which made the teenage boy tremble in fear

"A-appa..." the little one whispered, his body tilted backwards when he saw his father unfasten the buckle...

no! he doesn't want to be tortured anymore, yesterday's wounds haven't dried yet... and they still leave a painful feeling

Ctash!

"Ah!" he screamed when the buckle hit his thigh, leaving a stinging and sore feeling there.

Ctash!

Ctash!

Ctash!

The screams and groans of pain, didn't make the middle-aged man feel sorry for him at all... instead he continued to brutally whip the fragile body of the child who was his own flesh and blood.

"S-stop...hiks...this...hurts..." he said softly between sobs, but instead of stopping...the middle-aged man who unfortunately was the biological father of the teenage boy, it got even worse. brutally tortured his child's tiny daksa until he lay helpless.

The middle-aged man squatted down, looking hatefully at his son's face which was now full of bruises due to his actions all this time.

"A-Appa..."

Plak!

"Don't call me that disgusting name, dammit! I'm not your father!!" he was angry, clutching the bruised cheek tightly, making the owner wince in pain.

"Hand over your money!" he stressed, but the teenage boy shook his head weakly...

Furious, the middle-aged man's big hand slapped him again and again until the little guy became unconscious.

Callously, he took the child's money...then left, leaving the fragile teenager lying helpless on the cold floor.

Morning came, his small eyes opened, staring blankly at the ceiling of the room. Why could his fate be like this? why should he exist because of a mistake?