SHATTERED INNOCENCE

chapter 2

The early morning sun streamed gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Taehyung lay curled up in his bed, his soft brown hair tousled and lips pouting as he slept peacefully.

His delicate features were relaxed, giving him the appearance of a serene babyboy lost in his dreams.

The door to his room creaked open slowly, revealing his father, who smiled warmly at the sight of his youngest son. Quietly, he approached the bed, leaning down to gently stroke Taehyung’s cheek.“Taehyung-ah, it’s time to wake up for college baby” his father whispered softly, his voice filled with affection.Taehyung stirred slightly, burying his face deeper into the pillow with a small whine.
“Five more minutes, Appa,” he mumbled, his voice laced with sleep.With a chuckle, his father carefully lifted Taehyung into his arms, cradling him like the baby he was in their family. Taehyung instinctively curled into his father’s chest, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth.

“Come on, my little prince,” his father soothed, rubbing Taehyung’s back gently. “You don’t want to be late, do you?”Taehyung let out a soft whimper, still too sleepy to fully comprehend the words. His father pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, followed by another, until finally, Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open.

“Appa…” Taehyung murmured, still half-asleep but beginning to wake up under the tender care.

“There’s my boy,” his father smiled, pressing another kiss to Taehyung’s forehead before setting him down gently. “Now, go get ready.”Reluctantly, Taehyung slipped out of his father’s arms and made his way to the bathroom, his small feet padding softly on the floor. After a few moments of washing up and getting dressed in his favourite sweater, he descended the stairs, still looking adorably sleepy.

Downstairs, his father was waiting at the breakfast table, and as soon as Taehyung saw him, he walked straight over and settled into his lap, nestling close like a sleepy kitten.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” his mother greeted with a warm smile as she brought over a plate of pancakes, perfectly golden and topped with fresh strawberries. She set down a glass of strawberry milk beside it, knowing it was his favourite.Jin, Taehyung’s oldest brother, took his seat beside them,a fond smile playing on his lips as he watched his baby brother. “Come on TaeTae let’s get you fed,” Jin said, cutting a piece of pancake and holding it up to Taehyung’s lips.

Taehyung opened his mouth obediently, allowing Jin to feed him the sweet bite. From the day he was born, he had never eaten on his own; it was always his father or Jin who fed him, treating him with the utmost care and affection.

“Is it good, Tae?” Jin asked, and Taehyung nodded, a small smile on his lips as he chewed.

Breakfast continued like this, with Jin feeding Taehyung while their father and mother watched fondly.

It was a peaceful, loving scene, the kind that Taehyung had known all his life.Finally, after finishing his breakfast and drinking his strawberry milk, Taehyung was ready for college.

He slipped his small hand into his other brother’s, Hoseok, who would drive him to school.

“Have a good day, my baby,” his father called after him as he walked to the door.

Taehyung turned and flashed them all a sleepy but bright smile before heading out, unaware that this peaceful morning was just the beginning of a day that would change his life forever.

On other side

The room was cloaked in shadows, illuminated only by the cold, artificial glow of multiple screens.

Jungkook sat behind a stark, black desk, his face partially obscured by the harsh light. The walls were lined with grim evidence of his empire: surveillance photos, bloody reports, and maps with red markers.

Before him, a man trembled in fear, his pleas desperate and incoherent. Jungkook’s eyes, dark and unforgiving, remained fixed on the intruder with a chilling detachment.“Why should I not end this now?” Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence, icy and menacing.

The man’s attempts to justify himself fell flat. Jungkook’s expression remained unchanged, a mask of cold authority. He watched, unmoved, as his enforcers carried out the brutal retribution, each action performed with clinical precision.

Once the scene of violence had been cleared, Jungkook’s gaze shifted to the desk, where a series of carefully arranged photographs and documents detailed his next move. Among them were images of Taehyung’s family—targets of his meticulously planned vengeance.

Each photograph was a piece of a larger, devastating puzzle.Jungkook allowed himself a rare moment of reflection, staring out through the window into the city below.

The city lights were a stark contrast to the darkness within him. The loss of his mother, a cruel twist of fate, had hardened him into the man he was now. The vengeance he sought was more than a mission; it was a burning need to reclaim some semblance of justice from the shadows that had consumed his life.

His thoughts were cut short as he turned his attention back to the task at hand. His operatives, loyal and feared, were already enacting his orders with ruthless efficiency. The kidnapping plan was nearing its execution, every detail coldly calculated.

Jungkook’s eyes were void of empathy as he issued his final command. “Prepare for the extraction. The time for retribution has come.”As his men moved out to implement his orders, Jungkook remained at his desk, the weight of his mother’s death a dark, unyielding presence. The city outside continued its indifferent rhythm, unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon it.

Jungkook’s resolve was unshakable; the sins of the past were about to manifest in a reckoning that would shatter lives and redefine destinies.

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