iris

[3] black

Warning: This chapter contains some physical violence and abuse, if you are uncomfortable with this, please do not read. I would hate for you to feel discomforted by the scenes written.

Taehyung had no intention of leaving the peaceful atmosphere. Even if the bell was sounding, and students were beginning to crowd the room. He didn't dare play the beautiful instrument standing before him, as he'd be caught and punished; he'd rather sit in the empty room than have to deal with the outside world.

Jimin had already given up on getting Taehyung to class, instead promising to come up with some excuse as to why he was not present in class. That was one of the reasons Taehyung trusted him, he understood. Growing up the way Taehyung did, was nothin to be proud of, having many differences made it impossibly hard to be appreciated. Having to struggle with acceptance from your own family, was enough to send anyone unhinged. But throughout all of the hardships he had experienced, Jimin stayed close to him, and because of that, he'd be eternally grateful for.
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"Yah! Taehyung!" The said male was shaken awake by his best friend, by a hard punch to the arm.

"Ow Jimin!" Jimin stepped back, a pout now plastered across his face, his head hung lowly, as if in shame of his previous actions.

"Don't be mad at me..." Taehyung knew what Jimin was talking about, quickly looking in the reflection of his phone to see one of the most frightening sights; his furious red eyes slightly shocking the hell out of him. Jimin quickly stepped back, feeling sorry for the only slighter younger, as he had to wake him up, causing him to be angered, but also shocked to see the sight of his friends red eyes and not his brown contacts.

"I'm... sorry, I just didn't expect you to be, well, here." Jimin nodded, accepting his friends heartfelt apology.

"You do realise it's like two hours after school finished. I thought you went home, but someone told me you were still here." Taehyung frowned.

"Someone?"

"Mmm, that boy you met earlier. He told me he came back here to grab something he left behind and found you asleep." Taehyung scratched his head, then his eyes widened. He scrambled to his feet, still in a slight sleep-filled daze, then proceeded to dash out of the door whilst trying to zip up his bag, not even bothering to provide an explanation to his usual, caring friend.

"Sorry Jimin! I'll call you later!" Then he was gone, leaving the other in confusion and with Taehyung's contacts.
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"What part of be home immediately did you not understand, boy?!" Taehyung was trying not to cower, as his father was in a very unstable state. By that meaning, he was drunk. Not just a little tipsy drunk, but full blown black out drunk.

"I'm sorry father, It won't happen again..." Taehyung knew not to argue with his father when he was like this, as last time he had done so, he ended up with at least twenty stitches and at least twenty unanswered calls from Jimin. Having to provide a reasonable explanation to a furious Jimin was really not pleasant and he definitely did not want to relive that moment again.

"I'm going out tonight father..." The young boy explained softly, not wanting to sound arrogant and aggress his father anymore than what he already was.

"Hah, no you're not. Get to your room and stay in there." The boy's eyes flashed angrily.

"You promised..." Taehyung said calmly, trying to control his pent up emotions whilst attempting to sway his drunken fathers opinion.

"Promises were meant to be broken, you pathetic child!" Adding emphasis to his point, the elder grabbed his own child, slamming him into the wall in the process. A painful gasp escaped the boy's throat, resonating around the room as his vision began to blur in front of him. His father raised his mouth to his ear, whispering softly at first, then turning into harsh and hurtful words.

"Your mother promised so many things. She promised me love and a family, but instead of receiving the perfect life I deserved, I received you. An ungrateful, freakish son of a -"

Before he could continue, he was cut off by the continuous loud banging on the front door. His fathers grip loosened on the terrified boy, providing him with a push towards the stairs.

"Get the hell out of my sight, you disgust me boy..." Taehyung could only nod because right now he feared his life more than anything.
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He stumbled clumsily up the stairs, making his way into the room that was considered his home and only sanctuary, since his father would scold him for even taking a peek at any other place in the house. He sat down at his desk for once, looking at himself with a pained expression, doing his least favourite thing to do; staring back at his hideous reflection in the what would be a beautiful mirror, if it wasn't for the thing reflecting back in it. The lifeless eyes that filled him with emotion. The so called windows to ones soul being drowned out with emotions that no one should not be able to see from an iris that should not change. It made no sense, but nothing about Kim Taehyung made sense.

"It's been awhile..." He whispered, inspecting the colour so dominant in his features. A pitch black that sucked the soul out from him. A colour he was so particularly afraid of but wore so terribly often.

"... old friend..."

They say fear is a foe, an enemy not to compete with. But to the broken soul that goes by Taehyung, who stares so often at this hatred inside of him, he had grown accustomed to it and even accepted it under his wing as a close friend.
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