ambiguation // taehyung x reader

prologue

Taehyung's POV

I walk into the rusty old apartment, I could already hear faint yelling from the outside, inside it was a lot louder, a lot worse. The overwhelming staggering smell of alcohol embracing the room could not suppress the fact that he, my dad- a habitual drunkard -was at it again. My mom and I had grown to fear these moments. He'd drink, get drunk. He'd yell, she'd cry. He'd hit, I'd hide. I look around at the grimy apartment, the most expensive thing here was the collection of empty whiskey bottles on display. The life I no longer wanted us to have, on display. I wasn't going to let her take it, I wasn't going to take it.

Because,

I really can't take this anymore.

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He stared at his blood stained hands as he backed away from the body. "I'm sorry," he whispered, silent tears running down his cheeks, "I'm so sorry!"

He drew a shaky breath and ran to the bathroom. Dazed, he grasped the sink with both hands and chucked up whatever was left in his stomach. When the churning ocean of sickness in his stomach finally left his body in a massive, ab-clenching heave, he looked up into the mirror. He stared into his blood-shot eyes, holding his own gaze. He stood there, recalling the events that happened just minutes ago. "I-" his throat burned but he eventually managed to croak the words out "I didn't mean to..."

He wiped the sweat from his brow with a trembling hand, fear coursed through his veins. "It was an accident..." he says with a shaky voice, as if to reassure himself, he slowly walks out of the bathroom and hovers over the body. Is that what the boy would have to tell the police when they found out? He wonders if it would be so insane to tell them he had it coming. Then again this is the same boy that now has to rid himself of the body of his "caregiver", so who is he to talk about what is sane and what is not?