His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 9

Taehyung dried himself and changed into a T-shirt; Jeon went out in the meantime to change in his room. 

Once he walked into the room again, he saw Taehyung sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the door, waiting. His legs are restless. He was fidgeting with his hands, and Jeon never saw him like that. 

"I thought you were doing well, since you sent me a perfect record of your progress in work at the office and I never received a call, and Jin is here..... Jimin also said that you are spending quality time with Jin, then what happened? Jeon asked standing at the door after closing it, his eyes locked with Taehyungs. 

 Taehyung's eyes glazed over as memories flooded back, memories of a time when the world had seemed brighter when love hadn't been so tainted by pain.

"I used to have a real family, you know," Taehyung began, his voice quiet but steady. "Before everything fell apart."

Jeon stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt, but Taehyung needed to speak.

"It wasn't perfect, but it was ours," Taehyung said with a faint smile. "I don't remember much but I do remember what I Know vividly. Jin and I were inseparable when we were younger. He used to look after me like I was his responsibility. Every time we went to school, he'd walk me there, holding my hand, making sure no one bothered me."

Taehyung let out a small laugh, the memory bringing a bittersweet warmth to his heart. "There was this one time when I was about six, I got so scared about a school presentation. I was terrified of speaking in front of everyone. I thought I was going to faint, and Jin—he was always there, always steady—told me, 'Don't worry, Tae. You're going to do great. I'm right here with you.' And I did it. I stood up, shaky at first, but then I saw him sitting there in the crowd, cheering me on, and it made everything feel okay."

Jeon walked to the bed and sat near Taehyung. His hand found Taehyung's, a silent comfort as Taehyung's memories unravelled.

"I remember our family dinners. Mom would make this huge spread, something different every time, but there was always her signature kimchi stew. Dad would be so proud when she made it perfectly. We'd all sit down at the table, even Uncle Chung, who would always be the last to sit down. He'd pretend to scold Mom for not making enough food, but it was all in good fun. He'd always bring these big, warm hugs after he made his joke, and it felt like the whole world was safe around us."

"Uncle Chung was like a second father to me, too," Taehyung continued. "He'd visit us every weekend. He was always so calm, so collected. He'd talk to me like I was an adult, not just some kid. And he'd always ask me about my day and my thoughts. Even if it was just about what I'd eaten or what toys I was playing with, he always made me feel like my thoughts mattered."

He swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat down. "Sometimes, he'd take us out on little trips, just the three of us. I didn't realise it at the time, but looking back, I don't know the man who he really was."

Taehyung's expression darkened, and for a moment he felt the hate he had for his uncle floating back. "How good he was at pretending. Uncle wasn't married; he tried a lot of business but failed; my father took care of him, and my mother never complained, I guess. But he was so greedy, he threw our family to some people for money." 

Taehyung closed his eyes; he was a child again, surrounded by love. "Even when Dad was busy with his work, Dad always made time for us. He'd take us on weekend trips, just the four of us. We'd go hiking, or sometimes just drive to the coast and spend the day watching the waves. I loved those moments. I think I was happiest then."

He paused, eyes staring ahead as he remembered the family's routine, those fleeting moments of peace that had felt endless. "And then there were the nights. Every night, after dinner, Mom would tell us stories. Fairytales mostly. But she'd always change the endings. She made the princesses the heroes, the dragons their friends, and the fairytale lands were always filled with joy and love. I was always so enchanted by them. Jin would fall asleep first, and I'd stay awake, listening to the last bits of the stories. Dad would always come in after, kiss us goodnight, and say, 'Sleep tight, my little princes.'"