Requested By: STARLIGHTNPM Thank you for requesting! ---------------------------------------------- Oh yeah, before i start here's something a little Kitten drew for me.
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Y'all this is so adorable I'm screaming~~~~ ^-^ apparently lots of Kittens like Bunny Taekwoon (and i can understand why UwU💕💕). Thank you Carat_Starlightkeep drawing and you'll shine, darling! Ps. Taekwoon is younger than Wonshik, hence SMALLER than Wonshik. ----------------------------------------------Taekwoon never in particular liked his family. Sure, they fed him and kept a roof under his head but there was always this itching feeling in the back of his mind that stopped him from loving his parents.
His mother paid little to no attention to him, choosing to stare at the TV screen most of the time while chugging down alcohol down her throat while his father was out doing Who-Knows-What. He always came back home smelling of alcohol and some weird ashy smell Taekwoon disliked.
He never knew what it was when he was a child, but as he reached his first few teenagers he understood what happened in the place. And he kept it to himself, knowing that he would have to end up without parents which meant going to those God forbid Orphanages that never treated children right.
The ebony haired male went to cram school as usual, came home, ate his daily meal of ramyeon and proceeded to hole up in his room, finishing off homework and listening to music from his old MP3 player. Anyone who looked at him assumed him to be one of those everyday school students, never thinking that the mother was a tart while the father a drug addict who smoked weed.
Taekwoon hopes that they never will find out either.
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Taekwoon came home and without even glancing at his mother, he headed straight to his room, eager to shower and curl up in his bed. School was particularly rough today and the food stains caused by certain others on Taekwoon's shirt proved that. The male's hair was sticky with strawberry milk, his skin slightly glazed over from dried liquid.
He was just pulling on a long sleeved white sweater and black sweatpants, rubbing off the remaining water in his hair before he heard loud shouts coming from downstairs, his mother's along with the others.
"Two months! It's been two months Mrs. Jung, and we been quite generous. If you don't pay up, you will pay for it with your life." The black masked man threatened, a gun pointing directly at the drunk woman's face.
The woman blabbered incoherently a mumbled excuse, all the while looking widely around the room before her red rimmed eyes set on Taekwoon. Immediately she grabbed the poor boy by the collar, forcing him to his knees in front of the man, Taekwoon wincing painfully at the impact.
