Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK

three

As Taehyung slammed the door shut, he immediately felt a pang on his chest, guilty on what he has done. He talked back on his mother for the first time. He cursed for the first time. He admits to himself that what he just did was wrong but he's sorry that the irritation he had has no control. He hates it, every time his mother apologizes for his father's mistake. Downing herself for other's high pride? Not fair.

He sighs and continues to step his feet towards unknown. He ain't sure where he's going but it's certain that he wants to calm himself. He used to be alone but he feels like there's something or someone beneath or beside him. Familiar presence. He's walking alone along his trance yet he feels like he's with devils, joining him from his walk, reminding him where he actually lives. Hell.

"Damn world," he scoffs and rolls his eyes in the air. His shoulders caved in as random people who pass by him were chasing him with various reactions. Scrunching their nose up and grimacing at how filthy the kid is. If other people crave for attention, Taehyung hates it. The attention that people give him places him to discomfort and shame. Most of his time, instead of playing around with other kids, he wants to prison himself in a box of shame and weep there until he falls asleep and let dream succumb the pain to forget reality for a while.

Taehyung tries to avert his attention to people looking at him in disgust but on his way towards nowhere. His feet brought him in a familiar premise. There are children with around as Taehyung's age playing together, wearing their blithe smiles beaming under the sun. Merry-go-round, swings, seesaw— he never experienced playing those with other kids. He never had playmates. He never had friends because no one dares. Who would want to be a friend of a stenchy, filthy and ugly like him?

"Hey!" His attention was drawn over a male with the same height as his, ".. wanna join us?" Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, his dark brown eyes widening at the boy whose ball with black and white pentagon design clutched in his both little hands.

"M-me?" Taehyung softly utters, pointing himself. The boy smiles and walks towards Taehyung's direction. The feeling of Taehyung is unfamiliarly enthusiasm as the boy paces through his direction. He smiles and anticipated the boy to stop in front of him. Nevertheless, his smile faltered and his anticipation broke when the boy walked pass by him.

"Woah! You look so cool!" The boy cooed at the other boy behind him whose round twinkling doe eyes widening, not expecting that he's who the boy is calling. He apointed himself, asking for confirmation.

"Me?" He innocently greeted. The boy who's holding a small soccer ball smiles widely and nods, confirming it.

Taehyung left dumbfounded and his face flushed in embarrassment. He thought, finally, there's someone who wants to play with him. He thought, for the first time, someone asked him to play with them. However, those hopeful thoughts shattered and lead him into shame. Again. Just like usual. Nobody wants to play with a filth like Tae. No one would dare to ask an ugly, poor and pathetic kid to play.

Taehyung stares at them and even caught the other boy with cute, fluffy hair and round, doe, charcoal eyes glanced at him, seeing his shameful reaction.

"Your jacket is so cool!" Said the shorter male, checking the other's jacket. ".. and your shoes look really nice!"

"T-thanks."

"What's your name?"

"Jungkook," with that, Taehyung turns around and averts his attention from those two. He heaves a deep sigh and smiles the pain away as he heads towards the swing. He sat there and lightly joggled it. A faint smile formed on his lips when he heard a screech from the chains.

He sough again and look on the sky. The hue of the sky lightly darkens unlike earlier. Heaven looks gloomy and gray. Maybe it's because the month of May had started and it means rainy days will come. Taehyung throws his chin down and looks at his hands. The marks of shattered mug were still there as well on his elbows and arms. He looks on his legs but those are full of scars and wounds. His feet look muddy. His clothes were worn out. His hair was matted by dirt. He really is a poor filth.