Why? || Kim Taehyung

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It was just a few days after I had been hospitalised, a few days after my parents were murdered and a few days after I had first met Taehyung. I woke up with a excruciating headache, just to see a worried Jungkook crying in the seat next to my hospital bed. His right hand was bandaged up and his doe like eyes were closed shut with tears continuously flowing down his pale cheeks.

What happened? Was my first thought when I opened my eyes.

Then it struck me.

My parents were murdered, and I was hit in the head whilst trying to help. I sat upright, ignoring the pain and Jungkook  shot his head up, his eyes wide and blood struck. It looked like he hadn't slept for days. His eye bags were clearly sunken under his eyes, his skin was paler and his eyes were screaming out sadness.

"Jungkook-ah... what happened?"

"Noona..." he sniffled, a new set of tears forming in his orbs. "Eomma and Appa..."

The moment my brother mentioned our parents, it came back to me. "Please tell me this is a dream. Please..." I breathed in, closing my eyes tightly shut. I didn't want to believe it.

"They didn't make it..." he sobbed. "They were already dead when the police and paramedics came. A-and I thought i was going to loose you too..."

Tears overflowed in my eyes and I brought Jungkook into my embrace as his shoulders shook drastically from the crying. My shoulder became damp from his tears and I myself too, cried into his shoulder.

The next time I saw Taehyung was at his house. It was a few days after I woke up in the hospital. Yoongi oppa and Samchon had flown to Australia to take care of me and Jungkook. My cousin informed me that the police were interrogating Han Taeshik, TaeKwang's dad and some other culprits. I was furious. I wanted to go over to the damned man and kick his ass until he could feel no more pain.

I was discharged from the hospital that day and was walking back to the hotel our relatives were staying at. Until I saw the familiar brown fluffy hair. At that moment, i only felt anger and rage inside of me. I wanted to run up to him and ask him why he stopped me from saving my parents. Because if he hadn't.. then my parents would've still be here by my side.

And just like that, my feet started following the boy, Taehyung.

I saw him entering his house and not locking the door for some reason, leaving it ajar. The house was a typical Australian house very similar to mine. Scared that I would be caught, i tiptoed my way to the door and peeked inside of what was happening.

That man.

He was in there. And he seemed drunk as he was on the day he murdered my parents. But what I saw afterwards nearly made me shriek in shock, or maybe horror. I didn't know why, but my trembling hands reached out to the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open, making a clear view of the inside. My heart was thumping so loud that I couldn't even hear the screaming emitting from inside of the house at that time.

The same man, whom was Taehyung's father was stabbing a woman who seemed to be the wife of the man with a kitchen knife. My hands retracted to my mouth, unable to produce any sound. I saw Taehyung screaming and trying to push his father away, tears trickling down nonstop from his eyes.

"Hah, she just died like that. How useless,"

The woman dropped to the floor, blood pooling around her body, mainly near her torso. Taehyung cried out in pain, dropping to his knees and shaking his own dead mother to wake up. The boy's hands were trembling badly as he pulled his mother's head onto his knees, his own tears dropping onto the dead woman's cheeks before blending into the blood on her cheeks. And I think at that moment, I cried for him as well.