A Love To Last (Completed)| BTS Kim Taehyung Fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen

TAEHYUNG

I step inside the club. Sounds blasting so hard in all four corners and indeed very deafening. People dancing ridiculously at the dance floor,  some had made out and some had gotten way too drunk that they don't know a thing they do.  I sit on a chair by the counter and order a whisky. Though the music can break my eardrums, I hear nothing but Kleah's words shooing me away and telling me to not make everything hard and complicated. My heart aches. 

I know how a failure of both a husband and a father I am. And I want to correct all those mistakes. I'm determined and eager to. I just need this last chance. I don't blame Kleah for pushing me away. I did it first, it's just a matter of time that she does the same. Tears run down my cheeks and I immediately get interrupted when a glass stands infront of me.  I tell the bartender to leave the bottle of whisky and so he did though he seem quite reluctant.  A red haired girl sits beside me. Her clothes so revealing.

I ignore her but she tries to talk to me. "Look,  whoever you are.  I am not interested to get to know you. Leave me alone."

She gasps. "Rude asshole."

I roll my eyes at her as she leaves. I empty my first glass and pour more of the contains from the bottle. The next thing I knew, the whisky had taken effect in me. Everything goes blurry and I feel like I'm spinning. I struggle to pull it my wallet from my pockets. I don't know how much I took but I just payed the bartender. I wobbly walk home. I know it's nearly midnight,  some cars are already beating the red light.

Stupid drivers. I pass by a convenient store bumping on a person. It's a girl. She has long hair. Though her face seems familiar, I can't make out who on earth she is. I mumble an apology and continue walking. I hear her call my name. She knows me? I ignore her and manage to get home. I bang the metal gate loudly although there's a damn doorbell. I lean my head against it while I hit the surface with my palm.

Someone opens it and it's my mom. I stumble to get in but still waved at her. Walking unsteadily to the main door, I see grandma and dad standing. I topple on the couch and I just want to sleep with Kleah beside me. I feel a smack on a head and it's my dad. He's talking very loudly so I know, he's yelling at me. Mom walks quickly pass me, heading straight to the kitchen. She comes back after a minute bringing a cup.

"Taehyung, please drink this." she says.  I take the cup from her and just drink. Stupid me. The burning sensation spread to my tongue. I drop the cup on the floor and it shatters. I scream and pull the roots of my hair in frustration. I just want to claw them off my scalp. I feel warm tears roll down my cheeks again. My mom pulls me into a hug and I clutch unto her arm.

"I'm a failure as a husband and a father." I cry out. My mom tries to hush me but I repeat the same thing.  She caress my arm and her thumb at the back of my ear, gently rubbing it. She does it before to calm me down when I was a kid.

"Don't say that, Taehyung." she says. Her method worked out well like before. I calm down and she stops rubbing the back of my ear. I still clutch unto her arm, not wanting to let go and she does the same. I know she's tired of seeing me like this. Coming home late and drunk for the whole one week and she just wants me to stop. I unleash my grip from her arm and storm up to my room. With a slam of my door, I burst out again.

I'm insane. My fist flew to the body size mirror.  Pieces shatter on the ground. Blood trickle from my knuckles and it stings but not too painful to compete with my heart. I drop on the ground, my legs bent and spread infront of me. The broken pieces of the mirror suddenly begins to look interesting. It's uneven shapes and sizes-- they're insanely interesting. I pick up the piece nearest to me.

It's pointed and sharp end looks tempting to stab on a flash and just keep doing it until you have completely taken the life and it's possibility to live. I smile at the sight of the sharp end. Blood rolls down the broken piece on my hand. It's a cut in my index finger.

"Taehyung!" my mom barge in, looking at me with fear in her eyes.  She scurries to me. Ignoring my injured knuckles, she slaps my hand hard so I drop the piece. She hugs me again. "Don't do this, Taehyung. Don't do this again."

Don't do this again. Ah, yes. I tempted to kill myself when Hyuna died and I want to do it again. Kleah doesn't want me anymore.  She hates me. I lost my family. My wife, my daughter. I lost them again.

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Sowyyy... This is really short...

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