Upbringing🌹Taekook🌹

06

Jungkook cracked his knuckles as he looked to the clock, soon he thought himself. He stretched out his arms and legs, his toned muscles would make the average person drool.

About a month had passed since Jungkook started talked to Taehyung. Everyday he says hi and Taehyung repeats it back but the talking usually just ends there.

Jungkook tries to keep a conversation going but there's only so much time before his words are turned to grunts, and only so much he can do when Taehyung ends the convo through hyper short answers.

It's not like Taehyung minded talking to Jungkook, he actually quite liked it. He just wasn't sure how to answer, he never really had anyone to talk to or anyone that wanted to talk to him. Jungkook was an exception, he smiled brightly when Taehyung talked to him, and didn't whine when he was struck.

Taehyung had sent Haru to go pick up Jungkook a couple of minutes ago and now, after washing his hands, he went towards the designated room.

As be stepped through the door Taehyung looked over to Jungkook who was sitting on the couch, it was a deep blue and really soft. The couch had been brought in so Jungkook would stop sitting on the metal table.

Taehyung scanned the wall then the metal table. His eyes widened as he realized that were no more, they had used every toy in Taehyung's possession.

"Where are you going," Jungkook said, he was still on the couch but had laid down at one point. "They have all been used, I have to get more."

Jungkook looked from Taehyung to the wall, amazed that every one of those toys had met with his skin. Jungkook looked back enthusiastically but Taehyung had already left the room.

Haru was greeted by a pouting Jungkook as he walked into the room. He wasn't necessarily worried about Jungkook but he couldn't understand him, he looks happiest when he's being escorted to this room. And now, he's pouting as he was just denied torture.

I looked down at my hands, when did they get so small. A pastel world lays around me. I looked up as my mom kissed me on the forehead. A giggle resounded, was that mine, how long has it been since I last laughed. Night has come. My hands, no longer small, clench tightly to a paddle. I try to let go. It doesn't work. I look down as a familiar voice cries out to me. I try to help her up but she slinks back. What did I do wrong. I try to hide my face in my hands but my vision is filled with red. The paddle is covered in blood. I scream and lash my arm around. I just want to let go. I just want to embrace my mother. I want to be loved, don't leave me alone, MOM!

Taehyung silently wriggled around in his bed, basking in the warmth. Soon his alarm would ring and he would have to get up. He would be in trouble if he didn't eat breakfast quickly then meet up with his tutor.

Taehyung's clothes were nice, a deep Navy blue silk dress shirt, white pants that stopped right at his ankles, and plain black dress shoes. His manners were perfect, he thanked the chef, before laying a napkin across his lap and carefully picked up his fork and knife. He pat his face as he finished his breakfast, slid in his chair, and left the room.

Next Taehyung made his way down to the end of a long corridor, a gold plate with the name, Park Jiyeong, hung on the door. He knocked before gently opening the door.

Taehyung bowed to his tutor and sat down at the desk that was his. For hours he sat still, back straight, occasionally he would get a smack in the hand telling him he was wrong but for the most part he sat listening and answering questions. His tutor wasn't particularly nice or mean, he was just a middle-aged man that had already given up on caring about life.

Taehyung got a small break about halfway through his study session for using the restroom and to eat a snack. His snack was  brought to the room at the same time everyday and was usually something small like a sandwich.

By the time Taehyung was released it was already time to gather for dinner. Sometimes he would see his father most times he wouldn't. He longed for the times where as a family mother, father, and son ate together, even if those dinners were riddled with arguments.

Taehyung looked up from his plate to the empty chairs around him, falling into thought, when was the last time I saw her face. He longed to see his mother that was probably still down in that dungeon. She shouldn't have done it, she knew father wouldn't stand for it but she still laid. All she did was kill that poor butler.

Taehyung walked into his room and noticed a small box at the foot of his bed. He slipped off his shoes quickly and dove onto his bed, one of his toys has arrived. He hadn't needed to buy new toys in forever, none of his slaves ever survived long enough to use them all.

Taehyung slid it out of the box but didn't recognize it, to make their time together feel "new" he had gotten quite a few toys that he had never seen before. He shrugged as he shoved the toy into his pocket as well as the instructions.