SUPERHEROES [BTS FanFiction]

Kim Taehyung

Warning!! Graphic content ahead. Now read on~

You were meant to be watching him! ' the man yelled raising his hand and landing it hard on the little boy's cheek. The boy's cries intensified but it did nothing to lessen the man's furry, if anything, it made it worst. 
The man walked in circles running a hand on his face mumbling to himself and occasionally stopping to yell at small Taehyung. 
Taehyung knew the immense trouble he managed to get himself into, and even at the small age of nine years old he knew he shouldn't have left his smaller brother alone in the house. His father has left that evening for an emergency matter at work and made Taehyung promise not to get his eyes away from his brother. But Taehyung soon got bored and wanted to have a snack while watching TV. 
And so he did. 
He made himself a sandwich and sat in front of the TV laughing.
Time flew by, and when his father was back, his little brother was nowhere to be seen. After searching the entire house, even in the small cabinets, it was obvious the kid has somehow managed to get out of the house. 
Taehyung was left to take in his parent's rage, even the officers who came after his father called them looked at him in shame. 
As police officers took his vague testimony of the approximate time his brother was last seen in the house, he didn't move from the same spot his father scolded him in. He felt that as long as he didn't move, this whole thing might be just a bad dream. 
They didn't need to wait long after the officers left to get a phone call holding the worst news a parent can hear. 
The death of their child. 
The boy was found few blocks away from the house, his small naked body abandoned in the back of an alleyway. 
Ever since that day, nothing was the same in their family. His parents went to great lengths to not see Taehyung or be in the same room with him. Neighbors gave him shameful looks and held tightly to their kid's whenever he walked past them. Even at school, other kids only referred to him as the boy who gave his brother to monsters. 
Taehyung couldn't handle it. 
He hated himself, he hated people around him who didn't even stop and think of how he felt, how sorry he was and how much he blamed himself. He never once denied or pretended it wasn't all his fault, and yet people treated him like he ignored it all.
And so he decided he couldn't take it anymore. There was no reason for him to stay there. 
At least if he's gone, his parents won't feel the need to ignore his presence. 
By the time the next morning came, Taehyung's bed was empty and he was gone with not even a letter left. 
There were nights where the winds was so cold that, that his body froze as he walked in empty streets avoiding the gaze of people in main streets. 
There were days where the sun was so cruel, all his tears turn to dust and he just knew his eyes were drying up forever. 
Every time he finished crying he couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing. And eventually he banished every memory of his brother and family from his mind. But when strange men touch him in a certain way, or when an old lady offers him some food in the warmth kf her house while running her hand over his small frame, it all come back to him in a particular thought :
Was this the same for his brother? Was this what the people who hurted him told him? 
Did they offer him toys too? 
Did they lie and pretend to be friends of his father? 
Each moment Taehyung encountered such people, he would smile and nod. Taking whatever they had to offer and walk with them to whatever destination they chose, let them do whatever they wanted to do to him. Hoping, praying, that this time his destiny would be the same as his brother's. 
But somehow, he survived each time. 
He wanted to hurt them, he wanted people to feel his pain multiplied thousand times more. He wanted people to suffer as much as they are ugly inside. 
By the time he was fifteen, he was living in a house for children found on the street by the owner. Those children were not sent to school or to work, instead they were destined to stay inside the house and fulfill the sick desires of the owner and his customers. Being not one of the oldest or the strongest inside the house, he was one of those forced to even fulfill the desires of older residents. 
He sometimes found himself thinking of what if he never left his house, would things have somehow worked out well. But at the end, he decides that anything is better than the look on his parent's face each time they saw him. At least here, no one knows.
The day he turned sixteen, the owner of the house called him to his office and ordered him to make himself look the best he can tonight. He had a special event for him he said. 
Knowing it was certainly just another job, Taehyung did as asked without the hint of excitement in his actions or thoughts. 
Night time came and Taehyung was called into the largest room in the house. Upon knowing that he started having second thoughts. Everyone knew that room was for only one kind of thing. 
BDSM orgys. 
Taehyung never enjoyed the job he was working, but if he was to chose the thing he hated most in it, it would undoubtedly be BDSM. 
But it was just a job, and who knows, maybe tonight would be the night he would finally join his brother. 
With that thought he opened the door and entered the room. 
He felt the air leave his lungs as a small child sat crying in the middle of the room surrounded by many naked men smoking.
The sight was too much for him because he never saw someone that young inside the house, and the small boy appeared to be the same age as his brother when he died. He even looked somewhat similar. 
Thinking he was just imagining him, he rubbed his eyes but was soon proven wrong when the owner of the house urged him to walk in faster and take off his clothes. 
Five? Six years? There was no way the kid says older than that. Taehyung thought as he walked into the room taking off his shirt fast not giving the pathetic men the show they wanted. 
He gave the owner a quizzical look walking closer to the boy and standing between him and the men. 
'Taehyunie, I hope you don't mind our new residence to join in' the owner chirped as a man walked closer to Taehyung and locked his wrist in a metal handcuff. 
Taehyung looked down at the crying child being approached by another man who held him up by the arm and strapped him on a wooden table. 
The owner walked out of the room as Taehyung started pleading for him to let the child go. And even after, Taehyung begged the men to let the child go and do whatever they wished with him instead. But no matter how much he cried and pleaded, they did as pleased. 
The night was long and no amount of torture was worst than the cries of the innocent child as heartless monsters took turn with him. 
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Birds chirped outside not caring of the misery trapped inside the walls of a single room as morning came. 
Taehyung opened his eyes tiredly, his cold filthy limp body abandoned on the cold floor. His gaze shift in the direction of where the child had been only to see his wide-eyed shocked face unmoving. His small body in an inhuman position with tears still staining his round cheeks. 
As his eyes locked on the dead child's, he felt anger push its way up to his brain. 
Why should it be him? 
Why was he allowed to live again when the innocent child's life was much more significant than his? 
As tears or anger left his eyes he stood up and wobbled his way to the house's owner office with just one question on his mind. 
'why? ' he sobbed as he pushed the office's door open. 
The owner didn't lift his head from the paperwork he had on his desk as he spoke and told Taehyung to go wash up. 
'he was just a kid! Why?! '

It was at that time that Taehyung's pain was too much for him to take. It was too much for him to shoulder alone that he unconsciously gave it to the other man in the room.