𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 ⇢ 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝑱𝒐𝒐𝒏

Chapter 3

It was already midnight by the time Jimin walked Joon back to his house. It was a 20 minute walk from the school so it wasn't that difficult, considering how cold the night felt.

"Do you want me to come inside or?" Jimin asked, dropping Namjoon off by the gate

"I'll be fine 'till here" Said with a bright smile dimples on display. God how Jimin wanted to touch them

Jimin returned the smile and waved goodbye to Namjoon. Just like a reflection Namjoon did the same. He watched as Jimin walked away and vanished into the dark, cold night. Before he knew it his face frowned. I guess the loneliness he felt was soon hitting him. He took a deep sigh and headed towards his front door only to be greeted by his mother.

"Eomma!"

"Joonie!"

They both said. They stood in silence but soon found themselves laughing

"Eomma what're you doing here? Youre supposed to be resting. Appa doesn't like you going out so late either", Namjoon shoved his hands inside his pockets and looked away, "especially when it comes to me".

His mother frowned, "I just took a small visit to your place. But Joon, just know he loves you very dearly" her voice was now softening.

Namjoon brushed off his mother's hand "He's never liked me ever since he found out I'm gay'" he shifted his eyes but his mother didnt approve.

"Kim Namjoon!" his mother punched his shoulder, "Don't you say that word again! You are not what he said"

Namjoon started tearing up and faced his mother, "Then what am I? A disgrace? A freak? A whore?"

A tear rolled down his cheek soon being swept dry by his mother, "You're my baby boy. My little Koya"

This time, Namjoon was full on crying; tears wouldnt stop running down his face, his nose tinted pink, eyes puffy, and breath halting every few seconds.

"Shhh Joonie. It's alright. Let it all out" His mother embraced him and rubbed his back, "Eommas got you"

It was already 12. It's gotten so late. After the meet-up with his mother he felt comforted. "My Little Koya" stuck onto him. He's heard those words again...

15 years ago

Namjoon was 4 years old when his father began drinking. It soon became a habit but ofcourse, every drinking addiction comes with a specific effect. Joons father would always abuse him verbally- and, physically. It only happened when his mother was out with her friends, work shifts, or sleeping. You might say "Why didn't she wake up to hear those screams and cries?" See- it's not that simple. His father has always been an intelligent boy ever since he started school but stopped when he got to college, so ofcourse he knew how to shut Joonie up; cloth stuffed in his mouth. Sure it made Joon gag, cry, sob, feel pain but he knew his father would just beat him up once again.

When his mother saw bruises and fresh dried blood on his skin, he would hear his mother say "It's alright my little Koya. You'll be fine" with a big smile on her face..

Namjoon was now 15 and the abuse continued and his mother still hasn't known. But I guess that's about to change when his father got caught right in action. It was a day where some of his fathers clients were invited over for a business talk since their boss was out of town and how Joons father was a close acquaintance with the boss, they held the meeting at his house. They were all busy talking when his father called him.