"H-help!" The little crying mess shouted out loud but only an echo of his broken voice answered. Frailty whimpers, broken cries, powerless screams, and some laughing presence filled the lost black chamber.
Babbling voices were throwing him sharp and harsh words, making the little boy crings in fear and shivers as the cold air whips his bare flesh. The kid keeps murmuring in fear, hugging himself to protect himself against the harsh and noxious presence he can't clearly see.
The lurking darkness is also engulfing the depression that keeps seeking in his system. The kid's lean and malnourished figure is trembling as he cried hard, knees also barely can't stand on its own balance, limbs seem paralyzed and limped. And the warm liquids from his puffy eyes keep staining his cheeks.
The boy is really scared by the black surroundings, making him feel blind and scared by the laughing unknown presence that keeps on taunting the poor kid.
"S-stop!" As much as he wants to yell but he's too weak to even yell. He cupped his ears to at least minimize the voices,".. please. Stop," he pleaded.
"Let me go out of here!" He keeps on squeaking, begging for nothing.
'You can't little boy!'
'How pathetic'
'Poor boy'
'Stupid'
'Trash'
'No one loves you'
'You'll live here.. forever'
'With us'
'With your fear'
'Nobody will save you poor garbage!'
"STOP!" But they just continue making fun of the frailty boy. The poor kid has nothing to do but to cry like a baby who badly wants and needs his mom's touch and presence. He embraces himself and stoops his head, resting his forehead on his knees, tears were flooding his smudged and greasy shorts.
"I-I want to see the light! Let me go out! P-please," he implored as if the people surround him if they are a person and real, would listen on his plea.
"P-please. Please. Please," he mumbles but halted his pleading when he realized something.
His fears, their power. His power, their weakness. The realization suddenly hit his brain like a truck. He must use his redundant strength to weaken them.
He sniffs, wipes off his tears away, and even tries to balance himself out of nowhere. He stood up and let courage invade his system even there is still the undeniable fright inside.
"I-I'm not weak. I am strong! I am brave! Let me go out!" He shouted with all his strength and best to stop them. He gulped the fear. His small hands balled into a trembling fist.
His smudged face lightens when the light that he is waiting for, finally hit his face, blinding him a little.
'The light!' He thought.
"Finally!" He murmurs. A delighted smile creeps on his lips. One last tear drops on the floor then his filthy feet step forward to reach the light.
He heaved a deep breath and blew it, letting the nervousness escape. It is what the filthy boy's waiting for. To be free. He will now leave the frightening darkness. That place is really not for the kid like him. He's a child who also wants to see how wonderful the world is, how colorful the world is, and how bright the sunshine that gives people hope. Not how cruel the world and reality is.
Taehyung, the little poor boy already witness and even felt how reality slowly killing every single one of his systems at a very young age.
"Ah!" He finched and yelped when a warm bare soft hand held his wrist as it pulled him to the direction of the light. Even he can't clearly see the other boy's face, he can tell that he's as joyful as the light like an angel, or is he really one? The anonymous boy seems as the same age as Taehyung.
Taehyung let the latter drag him somewhere out of the dark place, greeting the familiar place. He muffled, "Wow," softly as he watched the wonderful children playing with different kinds of toys, swings, slides, and others, wearing their wide smiles that almost reach their ears.
"You feel better now?" Taehyung lightly jolted up when the boy suddenly spoke up in the midst of wandering. Taehyung looks at the latter who's also busy surveying the place with a smile on his lips.
Taehyung didn't help himself for examining the latter's appearance. The latter's neat and clean unlike him who's filthy and full of grease. He looks wealthy and even the kid isn't looking at him as well, he can tell that he's cute as the little mole accustomed under his bottom lip and the little wrinkle on his eyes when he smiles broadly.
Taehyung stopped examining the kid because he knows that the boy will feel uncomfortable if he was being chased by a filth like him. He's scared that the kid who helped him will get mad if he keeps on staring at him so he averted the thoughts and shifted his gaze back at the children of the same ages like him or a bit elder or younger, he's unsure.
Taehyung invaded the fresh and lovely feeling of the air and presence he's feeling. He also loved the feeling of the kid's hands on his hands, intertwining to feel the comfort of each other. He smiled, revealing his infamous box-like smile. Little did he not know, the kid also loves the sight and feeling that Taehyung's comfortable with him. The unknown kid's eyes sparkle, adoring how beautiful Taehyung's smile is.
"I know how did you feel inside," Taehyung lost in his reverie when the kid suddenly spoke. He glances at him. "... Scared? Petrified? Alone? Sad and hurt? You've never seen this amazing place, have you?" He asked. Tae just shook his head which made the latter smile widely, revealing his heart-whelming bunny smile.
"You're still cute and look too innocent," With the hushing voice of the kid, Taehyung's heart thumps fast like a rabbit jumping on his heart when he said a thing he didn't think that someone would tell him.
"Cute?" Taehyung said in his thought. He can't even utter any word since earlier because he doesn't also know what to say.
Taehyung feels so fuzzy inside. Even he just met the kind new boy, he feels comfortable with his hands. He's pleasing and Taehyung hasn't felt that way before. Taehyung smiles at the boy.
"Taehyung!" Taehyung's eyes widened in surprise as the familiar compelling voice starts to ring somewhere.
'T-that voice'
"Taehyung!!" Once again, the memory of Taehyung with the black and blind scenery flashes back which makes the poor kid tremble in fear involuntarily.
"What's happening?" The boy inquires in concern but Taehyung did not reply, busy searching for the raspy voice at nowhere while tears started to roll down again. Taehyung shakes his head repeatedly like crazy.
'H-he's here'
'No. No. I don't want to go back there! Please help me! He will hurt me! Save me!... Please! ' Taehyung tried to beg for help to the latter, his mouth is open and ready to say something but no words came out.
"TAEHYUNG!!"
'No! Please! S-save me!'
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Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK
FanfictionLittle Kim Taehyung is suffering in the arms of the cruel world. The agony agitates him with the possibility that the deep wound accustomed to his heart will go deeper which will hurt him to death. However, fate let Jeon Jungkook come across Taehyun...