fear｜ kth

『two;』

6:31AM;
right after the bus stopped, taehyung quickly got out.
even if he went out to escape the four walls he was currently entering, he still felt a lot safer moving around in his home.

he looked into the fridge, disappointed that only bread, jam, and carrots were in there.
taehyung took a slice of bread and put some nutella, that he found in another corner of the kitchen, on the bread.
the bread didn't have a particular taste to it, of course it tasted like chocolate, but it wasn't a taste taehyung liked, if this would've been about honesty, taehyung would have to admit that nothing really tasted good to him.

it was like he was just eating to fill something inside of him, like a hole, caused by something he didn't know; not just "like" it, it was exactly that.

after finishing the bread, he immediately went to sleep, he didn't pay attention to the fact that he still wore the clothes, in which he went outside with. he could care more about his life, if he would be only finding more joy in the concept of living itself.

11:53AM;
it was a dark sleep, a nightmare of him being lost, not being able to find anyone, not even himself. nobody could hear him, nobody wanted to hear him, everything he could do was cry, cry, cry so much, that the tears filled the streets. he was drowning in tears, choking on water, and then he woke up, swallowing all the air he could get.
he remembered exactly why he avoided sleep.
just after he had woken up, his father called him.

"son, be ready at 2PM, I'm going to take you out today"
一CALL ENDED一

rude, as always, taehyungs father didn't know how to be kind. whatever, he couldn't do anything against his father anyways.

he did some coffee, and drunk while checking kik. he took a quick cold shower and then looked for clean clothing, he found a black sweater and black, ripped jeans. he still had an hour left and decided to let his hair dry with the air it gets. taehyung brushed his teeth, and then laid back on the sofa. he turned on the tv and kept on waiting for his dad to ring the doorbell. he really didn't want to go with his dad.

1:57PM;
three minutes, three minutes until the next hours in hell start. taehyung was bored but also nervous, every tick of the clock made him more nervous, but also more impatient. his feelings were so unevenly mixed, that he believed, that only he himself could ever decipher his feelings.

2:00PM;
right as the first minute started, his doorbell rang. with a heavy breath, he opened the door, and took only a bit of money, for an emergency bus ride, his keys, and his phone plus earphones, with him.

his father waited outside, already tipping with his foot, with his hands in his pockets, he wore a white suit.
taehyung wondered if he wore the wrong clothes and he was sure that his father will complain about it soon.

"son, why are you wearing this rubbish again, you really have no manners", there was it, "you should really learn from your old man and know how to dress well."

taehyung ignored his words and asked unmotivated, "where are we driving to?".

"i remember the old days when you used to say 'where are we going, daddy?', i am glad i taught you not to call me that, it makes me look unserious around costumers and it made you sound immature,
i wanted you to appear like a mature child, not like all these other cowards in your old class."

taehyung just kept being silent.

"but to answer your question we're going to a management event, you should learn something about moneymaking and money keeping."

his son was being quiet again.

"son, you are supposed to respond when I'm talking to you."

"it's just that i don't really know what to say."

and a flat hand hit taehyungs cheek. he knew he couldn't say anything against his father so he just tried to bear the pain.

"rule number one, don't ever let your mind appear unstable when somebody talks with you."

unstable; taehyung laughed in his thoughts. he was not just unstable,

he was entirely wrecked.

『CHAPTER TWO; UNSTABLE』