For The Hopeless Romantics | K.T.H

Prologue

Message to all readers 🖤
10 January, 2019
I will be re-editing this fanfiction. Look out for updates!

Note: This fanfiction is purely fiction. No hate intended towards our idols or anyone in that matter. This is only for entertainment purposes. Don't take it seriously. Thank you!😗

Also, the name Sana is not, I repeat, not Sana from Twice. I am not a big fan of shipping idols from different groups, unless of course they're official (jenkai uwu), so that's just a heads up. I just happened to like the name Sana so I used it. Hope this clears things up!☺️

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Prologue

"Mum," I breathed out as a sob firmly choked itself up my dry throat. "Don't go..."

Once the first tear fell from my eyes, the rest followed like an uninterrupted stream. Those three words I stuttered made me a bawling mess.  I never imagined she leaving, with her hand securely gripping on her suitcase handle while her other held her mobile phone. I stared at my dad with beeseeching eyes, sitting on the chair isolated, of course he wouldn't care less. The bottle of beer occupied on his left hand was enough to let me know. I didn't want to rely on him.

With my exhausted feet, I sprinted after my mother before enveloping her into a tight embrace. I wanted to hold her like this forever. I didn't want to let her go.

My voice shattered like glass, simultaneously occupied with a vomiting impression forcing itself up my throat. "Please don't leave me..."

The fact that her voice was restrained caused my desperate heart to sting achingly — my poor, desperate heart that pleaded for justice.

"Will you come back for me?" I wailed as my overwhelming emotions showered her with my anguish.

Pecking me a kiss on the forehead and embracing me, she whispered to my ear, "Of course Sana, I love you."

Her eyes locked with mine sternly but something in the precarious look in her orbs made it evident to me that she was dubious. "But, just stay with your father for now..."

I felt like someone releases my soul 500 ft from the ground. My hopes were shattered and the weight of that lingered on my shoulders. I was disgusted by my father. There was no way I would survive living with such a barabarous man, the very reason why my mum left. However, my salty perspiration from my eyes won't suddenly expose new choices for me. This was my only option.

My traumatised eyes couldn't bear seeing my mum living the melancholic reality she experienced anymore so I took a step back and whispered a final, "I love you." before obliging myself to release my grip from her hands.

I can't believe I let her go.

She slammed the door shut, not taking a final glance at me because she feared that if she did, my sorrow would inundate her causing a sense of urgency to stay.

With unsettling shivering of my feet, I powerlessly dragged myself to the kitchen to find my dad sitting on the bar stool. The man sat there, dominated by a thorough sense of exasperation, yet fatigue could be seen engraved on his face.

"Go to your room!" He shrieked, looking at me with a glimpse of irritation.

I honestly couldn't believe how and where my father was confident that he was the righteous one in this scenario, that he had the audacity to pour out his frustrations of his own making at me, the daughter who never failed to oblige his demands. It's different now, I sternly told myself.

"Mother used to have that beautiful smile that could brighten up the room..." I refused and talked back at him with an enraged voice. "...and why you, why are you so cruel?"

All I could hear was silence. He couldn't bring himself and his foul mouth to reckon with my statement because I knew that for a fact, that he is very well aware of his cruelty as well as shortcomings and failures to be a decent husband and father.

I thought his silence meant his guilt had miraculously overpowered him, but when his loud voice exclaimed through the empty hallways, my whole figure shook, "I am your father, you listen to me!"

I bit my lip and clenched my fist before courageously speaking up, "My father?" I spat bitterly. "You are not—"

I was interrupted by him roughly throwing the empty beer bottle at the wall beside me. I didn't notice that it actually impacted me, not until I realized drips of blood flowing down my face, arms and legs. I was too numb from my emotional pain to even consider the physical ones.

"And now you're going to lose me too..." I stammered, shaking my head slightly in disappointment. It was not like he had a heart anymore to care anyways.

I grabbed my phone on the kitchen table and raced for the door. It didn't surprise me that dad didn't come after me. I mean, why would he? I rushed
outside to be welcomely greeted by the darkness of the night. The evening chills cussed by the wind tingled against my bare shoulders. I regretted not bringing a jumper but I didn't have time to worry about my own well-being at this stage.

I wasn't aware of where I was going nor when I was intending to go. I ran and I ran to cover as much distance as I can from that horrid house as possible. I never realised how much I despised that house so much now that when it crosses my mind, trauma ravaged my body.

It wasn't until a few moments later, I noticed a figure of man wearing a black hoodie with his hands tucked cozily in his pockets. I couldn't find the stability to stop, as I was going much too fast. This caused a collision between the unknown man and I. I felt my body tremble on the cement and little did I know that was the last time I opened my eyes that evening.

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It was all a blur.

That evening truly flooded my heart with hopelessness and gave me an impression of how heartless people can be, even if they are your own family. It gave me a negative transition and changed me and my viewpoint on what the world seems to be. It isn't all sunshine and rainbows as many people describe it to be.

My eyes slowly fluttered open to the the aroma of pancakes.

My eyes fixate itself at the ceiling above my laying figure. It was unfamiliar. I do not recall ever waking up to see that off-white patterned ceiling before. I jumped to conclusions and thought that I was kidnapped by that man I briefly saw last night, until a familiar face walked in the bedroom. He was holding a tray of pancakes and milk.

Our concerned eyes locked for a few moments before my shocked state interfered. I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows in awe,

"Kim Taehyung?"

He was my knight in shining armour.

Little did I know that the moment he saved me last night was going to be a start of another series of everlasting disappointment.