Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

6.3

Flashback

Little Jimin sat quietly in the living room, his small hands clutching a crayon as he drew on the canvas, lost in the world of his own imagination.

His eyes, bright but tired, focused intently on the lines he was creating. The sound of his crayon moving across the paper was the only thing that filled the empty silence of the house, the kind of silence that felt heavy, like something was wrong but he didn't quite understand why.

Suddenly, voices broke the silence. His mother's voice, loud and strained, came from down the hallway.

His heart skipped a beat. He was used to hearing his parents fight, but this time something felt different. The voices weren't angry-they were something else, something he couldn't yet identify.

Curious and nervous, Jimin rose from his spot on the floor, his drawing forgotten. His small feet padded softly across the cold wooden floor as he made his way down the hall, stopping outside his mother's bedroom door. The door was slightly ajar, and through the small crack, Jimin peeked inside.

What he saw made his heart drop.

His mother was there, but she wasn't alone. A man-someone who wasn't his father-was with her. They were wrapped around each other in a way Jimin had never seen before.

Their movements were strange, and the sounds they were making sent a cold, sinking feeling into the pit of his stomach.

Jimin's hands shook as he watched, his wide eyes filling with tears that blurred his vision. He didn't know how to make sense of it, but he knew it wasn't right.

His mother had always been distant, her love cold and detached, but this-this was something else. This felt like betrayal, even if he couldn't put that word to it yet.

He covered his mouth with his small hands, trying to stop the sobs from escaping, his chest rising and falling quickly.

He wanted to turn away, to pretend he hadn't seen anything, but he couldn't. His feet were frozen to the spot, his wide eyes glued to the horrible scene in front of him.

He had never felt more alone. His parents always fought, always yelled, but this was different. This was his mother, the only person he had ever known to rely on, and yet here she was, with someone who wasn't his father.

And she didn't even notice him. She didn't see him, standing there, shattered, his small world falling apart.

The man and his mother were too engrossed in each other to notice the small, trembling boy at the door. They were too absorbed in their own selfishness to care that their son was standing there, watching, his heart breaking in a way no child should ever have to experience.

Jimin's breath hitched as he stumbled back from the door, his knees weak. He ran back to the living room, his small legs moving as fast as they could.

But no matter how far he ran, he couldn't escape the image in his mind. He couldn't escape the feeling of betrayal that was slowly eating away at him.

He fell to the floor beside his abandoned drawing, curling up into a ball as sobs wracked his small body. He wanted to scream, to yell for someone to come and make it better, but he knew no one would. His mother had already shown him that she didn't care. His father had shown him the same in his own, distant way.

Jimin was alone. He had always been alone.

As the tears fell, soaking the floor beneath him, a seed of bitterness began to take root in his heart. A deep, aching emptiness filled the space where his innocence once lived. He realized in that moment that the world was cruel and love was a lie.