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Chapter Fifty Five

"I could only find some instant ramen, not exactly nutritious but it will have to do for now." Tae smiles as he carefully places the tray over her lap. "I managed to find some fruit though, sliced up some apple and pear for you."

"Thanks Tae." Y/N smiles, traitourous heart doing somersaults in her chest.

Why does he make her so happy?

Why does he make her feel so safe?

"So erm, what did you and Hobi talk about?" Taehyung asks after she's taken her first mouthful of ramen.

"He wanted to talk about what happened, asked me why my reaction to Jungkook was so intense."

Taehyung nods. "I want to know the answer to that too."

"I'll tell you everything but you've got to answer my questions too, it's only fair."

"I can do that, what do you want to know?"

Y/N thinks of all the questions she's been wanting to ask since Taehyung showed up at her apartment, the list is extensive but for now she picks the ones that have been bothering her the most.

"I want to know why you started working for the organisation, why you were really at the club that night and why you slept with me. I also want to know why you came back for me, why not just stay away?"

Taehyung shifts his attention, focuses instead on the desk opposite.

He doesn't want to see Y/N's reaction when he tells her the truth.

Is too afraid that her opinion of him will change once he tells her his story.

It isn't something he likes to think about much.

Isn't something a person should be proud of.

Yet he promised her the truth and he intends to make good on it.

"My mom left shortly after giving birth to me, she told my dad that she wasn't ready to be a parent and that even if she was his office job wasn't enough to properly provide for us. I guess he felt ashamed that his wife left him, resented getting stuck with a son who he struggled to care for. I was always a reminder to him that he wasn't enough, that he was a failure and so he drank to numb the pain and then used his fists on me when the alcohol wasn't enough." Taehyung's voice trembles.

The pain has been buried for so long that he's almost become numb to it yet the fear still lingers.

"I was twelve, had actually just turned twelve the week before it happened. My dad came back from work in a foul mood and started drinking so I made sure to hide away in my room, praying that this would be one of those times where the alcohol would be enough." Taehyung shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping him.

"I was wrong, the alcohol wasn't enough. I remember him yelling at me, I remember curling up on the floor of my bedroom with his boot repeatedly hitting my ribs thinking....what gives you the fucking right to touch me? Why should I have to suffer at your hand because of a decision someone else made? I didn't leave him, I wasn't the one who said he couldn't provide for us. So I snapped, grabbed the bottle of whiskey from his hand and smashed it over the fuckers head. I've never felt rage like it, used the broken bottle on his face until there was nothing left but bone and muscle."

Taehyung finally turns to look at Y/N, eyes widening when he notices her tears.

"I'm so sorry Taehyung, I'm so so sorry."