FRAGMENTS OF SILENCE

PART-1

THIS STORY CAN DISTURB YOU ON THE NEXT LEVEL READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK AS IT INVOLVES VIOLENCE, RAPE, WAR, BLOOD, RACISM, MINOR SEX, PROSTITUTION ETC

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In 1900s Japan

The room was tense when his uncle’s harsh voice cut through: "Leave them, you moron, no doubt you are troublesome this is why he left you, who even wants a mute wife"

A young boy in a fine silk kimono clung tightly to baby toys. His uneven blue eyes, filled with tears, showed his helplessness. He held these traditional Japanese toys like they were his lifeline. His delicate body resisted with all his strength silently because the words denied to come out of his rosy lips since birth

"Let me handle his dramatic ass Jagiya" The woman, showing no mercy, slapped his cheeks until they turned red. She pushed him against the wall and, with cruel efficiency, took away the toys that meant everything to him. Despite knowing their importance, she took them away with no regard for his pain.

The boy’s blue eyes, heavy with sadness, watched as the couple he called ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’ took his last connection to happiness. Tears streamed down his face as he gently caressed his flat tummy, thinking, “You’re also not with me like your father. How am I supposed to live now hm tell me i see nothing worthy enough in this world for me to live baby?”

In the quiet room, with the faint scent of incense lingering, Tae’s heart cried out in a silent sorrow at the loss of his lost unborn child and his belongings, a sadness more felt than heard.

In 1880, 20 Years Earlier in Korea

“The Japanese will come and destroy our lives. How will we fight them?” A woman wept on her husband’s chest, holding their baby. Their noble clothes showed they were nobility

“Don’t worry, Jagiya. I will protect you and our little Taehyung with my life. I promise,” the husband vowed. They cried together at the cruelty of war, having already lost many relatives. The thought of losing each other and their child was unbearable.

On the Streets

The village was in ruins—looted, burned, and empty. Children cried as they wandered alone; the wounded moaned in pain; women wept, holding the lifeless bodies of their loved ones.

Two Japanese soldiers rode into the village.

“You, woman, come with us,” they ordered. The newlywedded lady clung tightly to her husband, desperately The soldiers laughed like a maniac mocking the couple in front of them

“Step aside, lowly peasant.”

“No, she is my wife. I will not let you take her!” The husband’s defiance was met with violence. One soldier stabbed his bayonet into the husband’s chest, blood spilled as the wife screamed in fear.

“What a wretched woman. Her screaming is unbearable,” one soldier mocked, he grabbed her by the hair and started dragging her onto his horse, her face hanging to one side whereas legs on the otherside

Nearby, another woman in her mid twenties kissed her seven-year-old son repeatedly

“Listen, Jungkook, go with him. I’ll be fine. Promise me you won’t look back. Go with your uncle.”

“No, Eomma, please come with me. I’m scared.” The woman hugged him tightly, tears flowing freely once again

“Jungkook, do you not trust your mother? I’ll be fine. You’ll see me again. Now go.” She handed her son to her brother, who would take him somewhere safe.