Nepenthe ~ тαεנιη

ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ

Bts had arrived at there mansion, all of them taking there time to get inside.

Namjoon layed the passed out jungkook, onto the sofa, Jimin had fallen asleep from exhaustion of dancing all night, Yoongi just leaving to his room, hoseok raiding the kitchen from hunger, that left just Taehyung by himself.

Taehyung decided to just walk around they're large mansion, that was passed down by namjoons grandma.

Taehyung remembered when he first joined the group, when he had been thrown out of the house. This was only just a few months ago that it had happened, but it felt like yesterday.

It was a normal day. His older sister was getting praised, receiving gifts from they're parents, just a normal average day for Taehyung.

His older sister was always liked better than him. His parents never pay any attention to Taehyung, sometimes even forgetting he was alive, and not feeding him, making him slim and tiny.

Taehyung could also remember when he was 15, and his parents had sold his twin bed for a Gucci bag for his sister.

It annoyed Taehyung so much, and for two years he had to sleep on the hard floor, with only a blanket, that he used as a pillow.

And normally, his home would get cold, so he would get ill, but instead of his parents taking him to the doctor, they would ignore him, and keep praising and loving his sister, who also ignores him.

And the funniest part is, when his sister turned 17, she got a car, when Taehyung turned 17, he got kicked out.

Pretty funny right? Taehyung smiled. If only his parents could see him now. That once little innocent boy, who would never hurt a fly.

Now Taehyung was stealing, fighting, but mostly, all of this was doing actual good for there city. But even though, Taehyung had been training more for the more, unpleasant things, like murder. so Taehyung thought of himself kind of like a superhero, but different.

Obviously, if things were to get a bit too steamy during fights or so, or if he were to come across a rapist or murder, it's not like Taehyung would hesitate to murder.

Taehyung walked upon the paintings in the mansion hallways, never knowing who was who, but liked to watch them anyways.

But it was almost like the day he had been kicked out, was like destiny, meeting the others and creating a mafia, where others who have been abused or hurt, will be avenged.

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5 months ago/ April 2

Taehyung was in his sisters room, searching for colleges he could attend to. He was so very excited, not waiting a second to apply to all of them. It's not like he would get in to each and every one, but at least a few would accept him in.

Taehyung was secretly using his sisters computer, since none of his family members were home. It's not like Taehyung had some kind of device he could use to do it him self, so he just secretly used his sister's but would wipe out the memory of the computer later.

While Taehyung had finished most of his applications, he froze when he heard the door downstairs open and close.

His family was home.

Taehyung quickly whiped the history of him being on, off the computer, and quickly wanting to run out his sisters room, but was cought red handed, when his sister opened the door.

"You little thief! Your trying to steal from me aren't you!"
She screamed.
"Your jealous that I have everything so you tried to steal from me! Mother!"
She screamed for her mother, who stomped up the stairs, opening the door to her room.

"Yes honey?"

"Taehyung is trying to steal from me!"
His sister whined, yelling and stomping her feet.

"You little thief! I will not raise a thief in my house!"
Taehyung really wanted to scream that his mother didn't ever 'raise' him, so she didn't have to worry about him being a thief.

Taehyungs mother pulled him by his ear, dragging him downstairs, where his father was siting at the coffee table.

"Oh let me guess! This little shit did something again!"
His father yelled, his voice scratchy and deep, making him sound angrier and scarier.

"I-I was n-not stealing!"
Taehyung stood his ground, rubbing his ear a bit, which hurt badly.

"We will not tolerate this! Out!"
His mother screamed.

Out? What do they mean by 'out'?

"W-What do you mean?"
Taehyung was a bit hesitant to ask.

"I SAID OUT!"
His father grabbed him by his collar, throwing him out the house, where his face had his the concrete, making his nose bleed.

Taehyung heard the door slam behind him, his nose still dripping with blood. Taehyung couldn't even believe what had happened.

"So they finally kicked you out huh?"

Taehyung looked up to the familiar voice, to see his best friend jimin.

"It's okay. I ran away from home."
Jimin gave a hand out to his best friend, dragging him up off the ground.

"I know a place we could stay"
Jimin told him, holding Taehyungs shoulder and walking him away from what used to be his home.