Broken Trust | Taekook

Chapter 14

Taehyung POV

(In the morning)

After leading Jungkook outside, I went upstairs and me and my father met in the middle, who was also walking down from his bedroom.
He was wearing a black suit with his bag in his hand like always.

"Taehyung. I won't be home tonight." My father said with a cold voice and went outside of the house, closing the door behind himself without saying anything else.

Since he often had meetings and a lot of work to do, I never questioned him coming late.

He also looked very stressed every time he came home. I think that's why he usually takes his anger out on me when something goes wrong at work.

I sighed, went into my room and sat on the chair at my desk.

When my dad wasn't home, I would always draw or read a book, but today I didn't really feel like doing anything.

That's why I went to my bed and laid down on it to think about everything that happened so far.

Suddenly, it all seemed really ridiculous to me.

Having good friends and living a happy life?

Seriously?

That sounds too much like something you would find in a movie or a book.
'After all the struggles, the protagonist starts to live a happy life and gets together with the main lead.' But this is real life...

You could lose everything in just a glance and start to live in misery.

Although I try to trust others, there is nothing certain in life.

I know that I shouldn't think so much about what would happen in the future, but I don't think that I could take it getting hurt again and again.

How much can a human emotionally suffer until the pain destroys him completely?

Out of a sudden, I heard music coming from outside of my room, which disturbed my thoughts. I opened the door to find the source so that I could turn it off.

It came from upstairs.

After going out of my bedroom, I also recognized that it was raining outside.

I knew that I wasn't allowed to go into my father's room, but the piano sound kept getting louder, which was really annoying.

I turned around anyway and went to my bedroom, hoping it would end soon as I feared my father would find out that I've been in his room.

But it got more disturbing over time, so I no longer cared about the consequences and the only thing I knew was that I had to turn it off.

That's why I went out of my room and started to go upstairs.

Since I've never been up there, everything seemed really unfamiliar.

Like it wasn't a part of our house.

The piano harmonized with the sound of rain.

Although it was annoyingly loud, it was still beautiful.

After going up the last stair, I reached the wooden door that had a different color from all the other ones in the house, which was white and hesitantly opened it.

My father's room was even as big as our whole living room; A big sized bed with grey sheet was in the middle, next to it was a huge black bookshelf filled with novels and on the other side was a bedside table which resembled mine. The chandelier lamp that was hanging on the ceiling had a brown color.

Actually, the whole room seemed really gloomy because of the chosen colors.

The only bright thing here, a large painting that hung above the bed caught my attention.

Although I didn't know much about art, I recognized that it was a remake of the famous 'Guernica' portrayal.

While I was staring at the painting, trying hard to remember the meaning behind it, I realized that the music stopped playing since I've entered the room, but it was still raining.

Although I could've gone back, I decided to find out more about the bedroom of my father.

When would I get another chance like this?

Walking on the black carpet with white patterns, I started to take a closer look in everything in his room.

On the left, there was a door which leaded to the work room of my father.

Since nobody was home besides me, I decided to go in.

Surprisingly, it was like a typical office room...

There was a black leathern chair behind the desk.
Like the bedroom, everything here had dark colors.

This time, there was also something bright in here, but it wasn't a painting.

At least, that's what I thought.

It was hidden with a white cover and at first, I was determined not to touch anything, but my curiosity overcame me and I slowly started to walk towards it.

When I reached my destination, I saw a small piece of paper on the floor which caught my attention.

I picked it up and turned it around just to see something I wish I didn't.

It was a photo from 11 years ago.

Exactly a year before the death of my mother and sister.

There was my mother on it who was sitting on a wooden swing.
She was smiling brightly at the camera, full of liveliness and hope.
She was wearing a beautiful white dress with small, colorful flower patterns on it.
Her black, light curly hair reached to her shoulders.
Looking at her like that gave me a feeling of security and love.

Something I wasn't able to feel since the day she was gone.

After wiping away my tears and trying to calm down, I removed the cover of the painting and what I saw made me feel confused and shocked at the same time.

It was an unfinished painting of the photo I was holding in my hands.
"Mother..." I muttered and dropped the picture on the ground.

Behind the painting, there were a lot of more drawings of my mom with the signature of my father on it.

Why did he have so many paintings of her...?

I started to look around and realized that the whole room was full of drawings of my mother, which were all hidden with a white cover.

It all felt like a nightmare and I knew that it would destroy me if I didn't wake up right now.

The sound of the rain slowly got louder, making me feel dizzy.

All the memories I didn't want to remember came back.

Everything I kept locked up tight inside me.

The memories of that one night.

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A/N:

I tried to make it as good as possible but there are actually still a few things I'm not satisfied with...like the place descriptions

But I guess it'll get better with time^^

Thank you for reading and take care of your health^^

Have a good day/night~