**Shattered Trust, Rebuilt Love**. (Tae Centric)

**Chapter 6: Hidden Scars**

You all know what I got 15 followers.... Ohhhh ho 🥳🥳 Thank you so much ❣️ ..
Actually I can upload this news on post but then I remember that no one reply my post so I upload here 😁....

Sorry I write so much ❣️

Just enjoy this part... Vote, Comment and follow me (hehehe)😁😁

          As Taehyung stepped into the Kim family home, he couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of fear and uncertainty. The house was warm and welcoming, with soft lighting and comfortable furniture, but to Taehyung, it was a world he didn’t belong in. Every step he took felt like a mistake, every breath a risk of displeasing these people who called themselves his brothers.

Jungkook stayed close to Taehyung’s side, never letting go of his hand. He could feel the tension in his brother’s body, the way he flinched at the slightest sound or movement. Jungkook’s heart ached for him, but he knew that they needed to be patient. Taehyung had been through unimaginable suffering, and it would take time for him to feel safe again.

“Let’s show Tae to his room,” Jin suggested softly, breaking the silence. He led the way up the stairs, speaking gently as he explained where everything was in the house. Taehyung barely heard him; his mind was elsewhere, focused on the fear that gripped his heart.

When they reached the room prepared for Taehyung, the door opened to reveal a cozy space with a large bed covered in soft blankets, a dresser filled with clothes, and a window that let in the gentle light of the setting sun. It was a room designed for comfort and safety, but to Taehyung, it was terrifying.

He froze in the doorway, his eyes wide with fear. “I-I can’t… I’m sorry, sir, I can’t sleep here,” he stammered, his voice trembling. The idea of sleeping in a bed, of being allowed such comfort, was foreign to him. He had spent years sleeping on the cold, hard floor, with nothing but the clothes on his back. This room felt too luxurious, too good to be true.

Jungkook frowned, stepping closer to Taehyung. “hyung, you don’t have to apologize,” he said gently. “This is your room. You can sleep here, you deserve to be comfortable.”

But Taehyung shook his head, taking a step back. “No, master… I can’t. I’m not allowed… I’m supposed to sleep on the floor,” he whispered, his voice filled with dread. He looked at Jungkook, his eyes pleading for understanding. “Please… don’t punish me.”

Jungkook’s heart broke at Taehyung’s words. The thought that his brother had been treated so cruelly, that he had been denied even the most basic comforts, filled him with rage. But he knew that anger wouldn’t help Taehyung now. He needed to be gentle, to show him that things were different here.

Jin, seeing the distress in Taehyung’s eyes, approached slowly. “Tae,” he said softly, “no one here is going to punish you. You can sleep wherever you feel comfortable. If you’d rather sleep on the floor for now, that’s okay, but the bed is yours if you ever want to use it.”

Taehyung hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. The fear of punishment was deeply ingrained in him, but there was also a part of him—a small, fragile part—that wanted to believe Jin’s words. Slowly, he nodded, though the fear in his eyes remained.

“I… I’ll sleep on the floor, sir,” he whispered, lowering his gaze. “Thank you for… letting me choose.”

Jungkook exchanged a pained look with Jin, but they both understood that this was a small victory. Taehyung wasn’t ready to trust them fully, but he was starting to see that they weren’t like the people who had hurt him. It was a long road ahead, but they would take it one step at a time.

As Taehyung settled down on the floor, Jungkook noticed something that made his blood run cold. The way Taehyung moved, the slight winces of pain—it all pointed to something more. Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized that Taehyung’s body was likely covered in scars and wounds, hidden beneath his clothes.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whispered to Jin, his voice filled with concern. “I think… Taetae hyungie might be hurt. We should check, make sure he’s okay.”

Jin’s expression darkened as he nodded. “Tae,” he said gently, kneeling beside his brother, “can I take a look? I want to make sure you’re not in pain.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened in fear, his body trembling. “N-No, master, I’m fine… Please don’t… I’m not supposed to show anyone,” he stuttered, his voice filled with panic.

Jin’s heart ached at Taehyung’s reaction, but he knew he needed to be patient. “Tae, I’m a doctor,” he explained softly. “I just want to help you. If you’re hurt, I can treat your wounds so they don’t get worse.”

But Taehyung shook his head vigorously, his fear overwhelming him. “No, please… I’m not supposed to… They’ll punish me if I show you,” he cried, backing away.

Jungkook quickly stepped in, placing a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “hyungie, it’s okay,” he said gently. “No one is going to punish you. We’re here to help you, not hurt you.”

Tears welled up in Taehyung’s eyes as he looked at Jungkook, his fear and pain evident in his expression. “I… I don’t understand,” he whispered. “Why are you being so kind to me? I don’t deserve it…”

Jungkook felt a lump in his throat as he heard Taehyung’s words. How could his brother think so little of himself? How could he believe that he didn’t deserve kindness, love, or care? It was a heartbreaking reminder of the cruelty he had endured.

“Taetae hyungie,” Jungkook said softly, “you deserve all the kindness in the world. You’re our brother, and we love you. Nothing that happened to you was your fault, and you deserve to be treated with care and respect.”

But Taehyung only shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “I… I don’t know how to believe that,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’ve never… I’ve never been treated like this before.”

Jin felt his own tears welling up as he gently placed a hand on Taehyung’s arm. “bear, I know this is hard for you,” he said softly. “But we’re going to help you heal, both your body and your heart. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”

Taehyung looked up at Jin, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. He wanted to believe them, but the scars of his past ran deep. Still, there was a small part of him—a part he had long buried—that longed for the love and care they were offering.

Slowly, hesitantly, Taehyung nodded, allowing Jin to carefully inspect his injuries. As Jin gently lifted Taehyung’s shirt, revealing the countless scars and fresh wounds that marred his skin, the room fell silent. The sight was a painful reminder of the horrors Taehyung had endured.

Jin’s hands trembled as he examined the injuries, his heart breaking for his brother. “We’ll take care of these, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you anymore.”

Taehyung closed his eyes, his body shaking with silent sobs. He didn’t know how to process the kindness he was being shown. All he knew was that, for the first time in years, he felt a glimmer of hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, he could finally begin to heal.

---

1300+ words

How's that? I'll continue the story if you'd like!

Please comment how it is...
Please support me..

I know this is not that much good but I try my best...

vote and comment

Please please support me ☺️☺️
Sarange readers ❣️😘