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10 • 𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯

a/n: I've republished this for suga_sweetjamz and everyone else who's wanting to (re)read this crap-

10.10.18

"Mother.."

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Taehyung's POV

Kim Taehyung remembered vividly, the majestic rooms and sunlit chambers, the warm wood beneath his bare feet, beams of gold that filtered into every crevice of his home, sounds of happiness; sounds of laughter, sounds of family.

But he could only faintly remember with the help of memories, the past in which he forgot those happy faces and contentment. How he started to slowly fade away into the darkness as everything turned for the worst.

He could hear screaming, he could hear crying. There were pleads and broken sobs in which they continued ringing in his ears ever so incessantly, endless and unforgiving.

They continued to haunt him until he saw his world again: in a form of darkness, filled with eerie, broken images and two scarred, traumatised boys.

Suddenly there was no more loitering sun rays or warmth from the mere presence of a full house with loving parents, nor was there the sound of clustered chattering and liveliness of home again when the young boy he was reawakened to his senses.

And for the first time that one tragical night, he could strongly remember the feeling of the silent houses's eerie, lonely vibe as cold was all he felt from all around. The windows were smashed; doors were violently kicked down.

Beloved rooms and areas of his favourite go-to places were mauled and tipped upside down, flipped inside out as the only thing covering him, the unconscious person hunched by his side, every inch of his used-to-be happy home and the remains of his childhood was red.

Dark, gruesome, fresh red.

"H-Hyung? Hyungkie, wake up..TaeTae is s-scared.."

"I-Is Hyungkie s-sleeping? Why aren't you opening your eyes, hyung? Don't play dead with me. I didn't t-tell you to play dead yet."

"P-Please hyung! Hyungkie, w-wake up! I'm scared and r-red is everywhere!"

"Mommy is lying on the floor covered in red paint and a-appa (dad) is nowhere.."

Then there was that moment he couldn't forget, when they were still happy, still warm, still living a safe life. He was only six back then. The person he always stayed with was six years old too; but two months older than him.

"Hyung, why isn't daddy coming home?"

"I-I don't know."

His older brother answered, cold hands clasping six-year-old Taehyung's fingers in his grasp as if trying to comfort himself and a crying Tae.

Taehyung could remember the tremor and the shaking of his brother's hands as they trembled and quivered.

He never knew why his brother's hands shook so violently at times when their dad or mum would tell them off or when they were holding hands in the dark right now.