Why? || Kim Taehyung

33

I remembered everything now.

"Eomma!" I shrieked and ran into their room.

The man was obviously drunk. My mother was sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood around her head while my dad was trying to stop the man from hitting him with a bottle of soju. I froze in spot before a hand dragged me into a closet.

When it had hit me that the man was trying to kill my parents, I tried to get out of the closet to help them. But the boy who had dragged me in tightened his grip and pulled me back.

Before when I was pulled into this flashback, the boy's face was just a mere blur to me. But now it was different. I clearly saw a boy that slightly resembled Taehyung but younger trying to stop me going out. I understood why Jungkook hadn't recognised him in Korea. The boy had grown and gotten even better looking than he was before.

"I don't want you hurting yourself too," Taehyung softly said.

"E-Eomma and A-Appa..." I sobbed. "I just can't let them injure themselves out there!"

"Noona..." I heard another voice speak next to me. The light that came through the little gap in the door helped me realise it was Jungkook.

"Jungkook-ah, are you hurt too? Did that man try to hurt you too?" I asked immediately, cupping his face and examining it. Tears were flowing down non stop as I heard the man shouting and cursing at my parents.

"I'm fine Noona, just a little scratch that's all," he took my hands into his tightly.

"I need to stop him," I said, stepping out of the closet.

"No don't, it's not going to work," Taehyung held me back again. Even in such a situation like this, he managed to keep a calmed tone with soft eyes.

I looked back at him with fury evident in my eyes. "Then what? Do you expect me to stand in here and watch them die?! I'd rather try than regret it later for not,"

The boy's and Jungkook's eyes widened and the moment he opened his mouth, an excruciating pain shot up at the back of my head. The pain seared throughout my body as black dots began to fill my vision.

"Noona!" Jungkook screamed, crouching down before me.

And the last thing I had seen before I blacked out was the dark red blood seeping on the carpet below my head.

Back then, after I woke up, I vowed to myself to despise the boy whom had stopped me. But after knowing Taehyung, I realised I shouldn't have been despising him.

"Jiwoo, are you okay?" Yoongi Oppa snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah..." I mumbled. "And Jungkook suicided because he found out Taehyung's father was the one who killed our parents?"

My cousin nodded in response before gently patting the top of my head. "You seem to be pretty calmed down for a person who just found out the truth behind their most traumatising past,"

I let out a soft smile, rubbing the back of my neck. "Well everyone's been telling me not to hate on Taehyung, and I don't,"

As I was about to speak again, a melodious ringtone suddenly resonated in the silent room and I flinched in surprise when I realised it was coming from my pocket. I fished my phone out and saw YooJung's name flashing on the screen and scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.