❝little wonders❞ -fin-

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"92 is the best you can do?"

"i'm sorry dad, i-"

"do you know how fucking worthless you are, kim taehyung? 92? A FUCKING 92? if this is really what all your STUDYING HAS DONE FOR YOU!" his father howled, grasping his son by the shoulders and yelling in his face. "YOU EMBARRASS ME, TAEHYUNG."

tae's shoulders stung with the pressure of his father's palms on his shoulders, and the sharp pain pressing into the new marks he had made into his skin before his father arrived home. the marks, under his long hoodie, decorated his skin like zebra print. tae pressed his eyes shut, wincing at any sort of pain that was inflicted. when his father brought his hand up to strike him, taehyung winced and tightened his body. this didn't go unnoticed by his father.

"fucking wimp."

and at that last p, that last syllable, he was struck.

and that was the last time he'd put up with it. 

and he returned it.

he returned that hit so hard you'd say it was ping-pong. 

taehyungs fist knocked into his jawbone, creating a clack of bones you'd never make up again. and he just kept hitting. and hit him until he fell. he hit him until his eyes ran dry, and until his father stopped breathing. he finally stopped when his body collapsed over his father's body, one alive, the other one broken in so many ways you could count. 

taehyung was the broken one.

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