Fear | K.th [Editing]

Backstory [33°]

"It's hard to tell what he's thinking."

I say as I turn my gaze onto Korain, who hums in acknowledgement at my words as he messes with the tip of his black boot.

I quietly study his actions, comparing them with Taehyung's; Korain is more lively and animate, despite working with the mafia; he wears more casual and baggy clothing unlike Taehyung, who only wears designer and tailor fitted clothes, and the way he portrays himself is graceful and strifeful; Korain seems to not have a care in the world, living his best life.

–They're complete opposites, with the exception of looking the exact same and having malicious backgrounds.

Then again, Korain doesn't have that mole on his nose and on the bottom left of his lip. He has prominent tattoos and from what I remember of Taehyung being shirtless, he didn't have any sign of ink anywhere on his body, so I guess that was the only indication of who's who. But, if he had hidden them and if Korain knew how Taehyung was and pretended to act like him and wear the same clothing, I would've been completely fooled.

His blue orbs look up at me when I speak up again. "It wouldn't be a good idea to meet him, though."

His dark brows furrow in confusion as he sits up from his bent over position. "What, why not?"

I purse my lips and lift up my eyebrows, letting out a huff of air. "Are you afraid of anything?"

He nods, shivering just thinking about his fear. "Yuh, heights–Oh, there was this one mission where I hadda climb up a tree just to assassinate this one guy. Was not a fun time fa me...well, I guess neitha for 'em 'cause I was shakin' too much 'n shot 'em in the nuts. Whoops."

'Whoops' I hold back a laugh and turn my head, scratching my arm."Okay...what Taehyung does for a living can 'turn you crazy'." I bring my hand up, pointing my finger at my head and spinning the digit around.

He looks at me confused, trying to figure out what I meant by that. "He works atta daycare? 'Cause I fuckin' hate kids. Just thinkin' 'bout it gives me chills...Ooo, how excitin'!" He giggles, bouncing on the balls of his feet and clapping his hands. He hates kids, yet acts like one.

Okay, Taehyung enjoys kids...just doesn't know how to act around them.

Maybe it wouldn't be bad if he met him...

I don't correct Korain on thinking Taehyung works at a daycare, deciding to just leave it alone for now. My eyes flicker onto Korain when he suddenly gasps. "Now dat I think 'bout it, I wonder how Taehyung got outta 'ere at such a young age dat I don't even know 'bout 'em or remember 'em."

He turns his head to peer at me, his eyes asking if I knew. I shake my head, as well curious. Something about Taehyung's past. I would get some idea of his background through Korain. It was now or never. "You said at a young age, how'd you get into a Mafia?"

"Hmm...it's a bit blurry, but, from what my nanny at the time had told me; my parents left me onna porch when I was a baby, it just so happened ta be Blue Roses Mansion. A few guys who was considered My Uncles, took me in. When I was 'bout five they started trainin' me. They says they saw "potential" in me, whatever dat meant." He rolls his eyes, "So, whateva held me down from achievin', from becomin' a killer really, they took it away: distractions, my innocence, fears, friendship, bonds, leniency--anythin' that showed I was weak."

They took it away–"Wait, you said fears?" I reverberate, interrupting him. He nods after taking a moment to think back. "How would they take away your weaknesses?"

He lets out a deep breath, crossing his arms. "Their thinkin' is, in orda ta get rid o' someone's weaknesses: ya torture the shit outta 'em, ya isolate 'em from human interaction, n' let a lil' crazy inside 'em. How fucked does dat sound?" He laughs as he glances at me, expecting me to be laughing along.
I wasn't, because what he just explained described everything Taehyung was doing. So, this is where it all began; Taehyung used to be in a Mafia, somehow escaped, and started his own institution of cruelty.