A/N: long story short, I'm dumb and didn't even explain Taehyungs past! oop
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"D-Dad?" the young boy, with freckles of dirt smudged on his face said into the dark room. He picked himself up from the floor, as his head seemed to bang against something. He rubbed his head while suddenly looking around. It was dark. It was a dark tint of brown on the walls, with what seems like marks of crayons and such. He started to feel his throat close up, and his chest compress.
"M-Momma!" He screamed. He held tightly onto his shirt, dropping once again to the floor. He took small breathes, in and out.
Suddenly , a bright light appeared. His eyes fluttered open. Everything changed. The walls were now white. The crayon marks on the wall were now small drawings. A woman was now upon his feet.
"Taehyung," she bent down to his level, "did you have a bad dream again baby?". She wiped his face with her sleeve, the dirt crumbling down.
"Huh?" He looked around again. It appears so. He's been having the same dream, over and over again.
"Taehyung, you have to let the past go. Your dad can't raise you, and your mom.." she looked up. "She's watching out baby".
Taehyung held back his tears. It's been years now, but the past cant escape him. No matter how many sessions of therapy he's had. He was stuck here.
"I can get out when I'm 18 right?" He picked up the calendar near his room. He had 3 years left.
The woman stood up and gave him a weak smile, "Yes". She left him to clear his head.
He dug his face in his pillow.
"Can't wait till I leave this orphanage." And as he said that, a girl came running through his room.
"Taehyung!" She stomped her foot, "did you take my flower pot?!"
He looked at the girl, and back at his desk. He remembered seeing a pot somewhere. And there beside the desk, was the flower pot, broken.
"Ah," he rubbed his head, "Sorry Min Jun" he picked up the pieces and disposed of them quickly. She dragged her feet to his bed, and sat beside him.
"It's okay Tae." She squinted at him, "Tae, right?" She said worried, remembering last night.
"Yes, It's Taehyung, sorry for last night with .. the other me." He said as they still didn't establish the names for the people within him.
Min Jun sighed and leaned her head against his shoulders. "Just a couple more years"
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Fanfiction- short story ❝I could also wake up to a druggie or a fucking donut maker, is that what your saying?❞ -In which Kim Taehyung has a personality disorder and she is the only one who copes with it ©️crxwnedjin
