STAY for a while (Taekook)

💜Chapter- 36💜

Punishment.

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A tall man sat in the car, his grip tight on the steering wheel, tears streaming down his face as his voice broke between sobs. "Mumma... I punished him... punished him to the core for what his mother did... the deed she did to you and the person, The person who brought light back into your life, Mumma. I’m sorry for loving the one who was the reason for it all... I’m just... so sorry."

He gasped for air, his chest heaving as memories flooded back, memories he could never escape. "I tried... I tried to forget him, to throw him out of my life, but... but I couldn't. I made sure everyone saw him as a villain. I ruined his character, Mumma. The same way you thought that your reputation would destroy... the reason ,you... you burned yourself. You were too scared to face the world, and I made him pay for that. I made everyone hate him."

Knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his tears blurring the night lights outside. His voice was a shaky whisper, "He’s the one, Mumma... the one who made me feel like home, like the home you built for your Tim. But... but he’s also the reason it’s all gone, shattered... destroyed." His breath hitched, struggling against the tide of emotions. "His mother... she did such evil things, and for that, I made her son pay. I made him pay, Mumma. His hands are stained with what I forced on him."

His grip tightened further as the memory weighed down on him. "But now..." His voice cracked, giving way to a heart-wrenching sob. "Now I have to go to him again. Not for me... for my daughter, Mumma. And you know... because of him, I... I had to..." His voice broke entirely, choking on the words as his throat tightened painfully. "I had to abort my baby."

The weight of those words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. His voice, filled with anguish, barely escaped his lips. "My baby, Mumma... I still have the video, you know? So small, so fragile... I watched it so many times."

His chest heaved, the sobs coming harder now as the realization hit him, harder than it had before. "But now... now I can't let my baby die again. No, Mumma... I won’t let this one go." He buried his face in his hands, gasping for breath, his heart breaking with every beat. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Mumma... please forgive me... please."

His sobs grew louder, his voice trembling with every word. "But... but Mumma... I can’t anymore... I just can’t. Tia... she needs him. She needs her mother, Mumma. I... I can't punish him anymore. Your granddaughter... she needs him in her life."

His cries filled the car, his heart breaking as he spoke into the silence, his voice raw and filled with pain. "I'm so sorry, Mumma. I don't know what to do anymore..."

"I have to do this... for my baby," Hewhispered, his voice barely audible through his ragged breathing. His eyes, bloodshot and raw from crying, stared blankly ahead as his body slumped against the seat, utterly devastated. He felt hollow, drained of every ounce of strength.

With a deep, trembling breath, he wiped his tear-streaked face, trying to compose himself. His fingers fumbled as he reached for his phone, his hand shaking as he dialed.

"Coming, Hyung," he muttered in a cold, flat tone. But the emotion he fought to suppress still seeped through, his voice hoarse from the hours of crying.

His hand moved to the ignition, starting the car. The engine hummed, but inside him, a storm raged. He took another deep breath, his mind steeling itself for what lay ahead. He knew what he had to do, even if it tore him apart inside.

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A petite man sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the small bottle of pills in front of him. The same pills he'd been taking for months. Beyond the health reasons, there was something more—another purpose. The pills for conceiving quickly. His fingers hesitantly reached for the bottle, his grip tightening as he stared at it, almost as if the answers to his fading happiness were hidden inside.