Whiplash - «ɴᴄᴛ ᴛᴀᴇʏᴏɴɢ»

IV

Quick note: Ruby's breed turns out to be a papillon, not a fluffy Chihuahua, I'm so sorry for the mistake, I have changed it in the story. (I'm so sorry Taeyong hshsusjej-)

Happy reading!

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Everything looks so distorted.
The pavement became waves instead of a smooth road, lights becoming dim, and his sense of balance was all over the place. Taeyong struggled to get out of the taxi, much less getting into the house or clean himself up.

But what's this? The lights on the living room are on, and the gates are unlocked too. Those contradict Taeyong's memories, as he always locked the gates and turned off the lights.

Who the fuck..? I don't have time for this.

He put his guard up, clenching his fists while planning the movements in his head.
Finally executing it, he creeped up near the door then barged in, launching a punch at whoever was in there without looking who it is.

Unfortunately, he missed. He's drunk after all.
His body fell down from his own force, but a hand reached out to catch him right before hitting the ground.
It belonged to the person who's Taeyong about to punch, and it turns out that man—swiftly used his knee to aggressively pierce Taeyong's stomach.
He let go of Taeyong, making him fall down on the floor.
"This is what you've been doing all this time? I didn't raise you to be a fucking drunkard."

Ah.. that voice.
His voice is so recognizable. Of course it is, Taeyong can only hear it once or twice per month, he would remember it to make sure it's engraved in his memory forever.

It belonged to his father.

"..All I can remember is you supplying me, keeping me alive, not RAISE me."
Taeyong curled up on the floor, holding in the pain as he slowly tried to get back up. He felt so nauseous that he could vomit at any moment now, but his anger is more overwhelming .

"What was that? Be grateful for being taught how to face the harsh reality since you're a baby, that's all because of me, and you're still being an ungrateful ASSHOLE!!"
He kicked Taeyong again, making him roll over on the floor helplessly.

The lamp shined down right onto his eyes, as it made him squint. His father's shadow hovered over his body, Taeyong could tell that he's staring down in disappointment at his own son, even if his face is all blacked out.

"You didn't teach me SHIT, we rarely even interact with each other! you never treated me like a son even though I always called you dad, and no matter how hard I try to get closer to both you and mom, I GET NOTHING-!!"
The amount of frustration just gets bigger and bigger with each word that came out of Taeyong's mouth.

His exploding emotion that's been bottled up all this time, made him push down his father's body as now he's on top of him with a clenched fist, ready to land a hit fueled with his current undescribable pain.
But now that he could see his father's face clearly, his expression.. somehow everything about it felt so similar to himself.

Unconsciously, his eyes started to swell as tears slowly ran down his cheeks. He didn't want to cry, he really hates it when his weakness shows. It makes him wanna curse himself out in shame and despise.
There's nothing that he likes about himself, not even in the slightest bit.
He broke down into silent tears, gulping his cries and holding it in as he gave up on his fist.

His father only stared in silence, before slowly shoving Taeyong to the side and brushed off his clothes, tidying it up.
"I came back today to pick up my stuff. You'll be living alone from now on. Things didn't go as planned, you can have this house cause I'm moving out of town. I hope you remember what I taught you, since you're gonna pay off the tax and bills by yourself."