previously known as 'my teacher taehyung'
dark romance|
a tale in which a girl gets more than she bargains for when she develops feelings for whom she thought was her teacher.
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AGE GAP.
SEXUAL CONTENT.
MENTAL ILLNESS. (Trigger Warnings!)
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|Taehyung|
The blood of lifeless bodies drenched the metallic walls of the warehouse. The thick plasma substance slowly trickled its way down the floor.
I remembered the horrible stench of rotting flesh and burning bodies as if it was yesterday.
It was the day after my fourteenth birthday, my father decided to give me a present.
The present of witnessing him slaughter a family of eight. The Shin family who owned a book shop and owed a lump sum of money to the Kim's. Horrible mistake.
I remembered the screams of children being violated by my fathers henchmen before succumbing to their cruel fates being shot execution style with no mercy.
My step brother Namjoon had participated in the killing as well as my father's best friend Damien.
I never learned Damien's last name since my family's death limited the amount of times I've seen him but he was a black man that controlled my fathers drug trade from the states.
I even remembered how the blood spewed from Mr. Shin's head after being decapitated with a traditional samurai sword by the one and only Kim Namjoon.
My father seemed to have appreciated Namjoon's efforts as he licked the blood splatter that caught on his face. Namjoon standing besides him with a bloody smile.
Like father, like son.
Whenever he wasn't using my mother as a punching bag also I've noticed how he would look at little girls especially his clients daughters.
He didn't care if their fathers were there. He did it anyway unaware that it would bring him to his untimely demise.
I always asked myself why did I never stand up to my appa when I was trained to kill at a young age without realizing? Why did my eomma stay insisting that he did infact love her?
My psychologist told me it was power. The power he had over me, my family, and all of citizens of Korea.
After eight years of intense psychological therapy had made me realized how fucked up in the head I was due to my childhood.
Namjoon was a different story that I did not want to invest into.
I haven't seen Namjoon since my family's sudden deaths eight years ago and according to Jimin, he is currently running our father's business taking over all of eastern Asia including Japan.
