Broken Trust | Taekook

Chapter 20

Taehyung POV

It was getting louder again. The piano sound that woke me up became more disturbing with time.

I slowly stood up from the bed where Jungkook was lying next to me. I checked the time, the brightness of my phone hurting my eyes. It was 3:02 am.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, I unlocked the door, put on my shoes and started to walk.

I didn't have to follow the sound since I already knew where it was coming from and why.

I had to go there.

While I was walking through the night, the street lights shining on me, I suddenly wanted to go back to Jungkook.

But I knew that I couldn't.

Like possessed, I kept walking until I've reached the familiar door.

I reached out my hand and knocked. Three times. Two times.

Then, the door slowly opened and I went in.

He knew I would come back.

The lights were all turned off but I could clearly see his silhouette. He was sitting on the sofa.

When I came near him, only a meter apart, he started to laugh out loud.

"Ah, finally. Why did you make me wait for such a long time? I was already starting to worry." He said.

"Why would you even worry about me..." I said quietly.

"Well...I can't let my masterpiece escape, right?" The man chuckled.

"I-I'm not- "

"Shh...be quiet. You shouldn't contradict your father. But you came back, right? That's the only thing that matters. Even if it's not because of me." He cut me off.

"Yeah, I didn't come back for you."

"I know I know, you're here because of your sister~" The man said with an appraising voice.

Wait. What was I even doing here? My sister was already dead, so why did I keep coming back to this place although I knew what my father was planning to do?

"I...I have to go." I said and turned around, ready to run back to Jungkook, but he held my wrist tightly. So tight that it hurt.

"Aw why...? Didn't you come here to help me?" He pouted.

"I-I can't. I have to go back." I stated and tried to free myself from his grip, but it seemed like he wouldn't let me go that easily. I turned around but couldn't see what kind of expression he was making because it was too dark in here.

"Let me go." I said and glared at him. I could see how his lips formed into a wide smile as someone hit my head with a porcelain vase. Then, my vision darkened.

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"W-what..." I muttered as I opened my eyes only to see darkness. It was really cold and there was the disgusting smell of mold.

My head was hurting so much and I wanted to run away, but my arms and feet were tied on the chair I was sitting on.

Even though I knew what he was up to, I also knew that I couldn't stop him.

Someone took the blindfold off and the brightness hurt my eyes.
Again, I was in the cellar of my school.

The only source of light in the whole room, a spotlight was shining on the wooden coffin my mom was lying in.

Her hair was as beautiful as always and even though her dress was dirty and her face a little bony, she still looked pretty.

"Wha...What's thi- "I tried to say as someone started to laugh loudly.

"Ah son...Can you see how beautiful she is?" My father stood right next to the coffin, admiring her.

"What's this?! What did you do to her?! I-I...Let me go!" I shouted and started to fidget around, hoping that I could free myself. 
But the more I moved, the more did the tightly bound chain hurt me. I was sure that it would leave some bruises later, but I didn't care.

I had to get out of here.
I didn't want to be a part of whatever he was doing.

"What I did to your mother? I loved her. More than anyone else." He said calmly.

"Liar! Liar! You don't kill people you love! Let me go!" I yelled.

Love? He called this love?

"The reason I murdered her wasn't because I didn't love her...It was the opposite. I loved her too much." My father stated.

I didn't know what to say. It felt like my brain just shut itself off. What kind of situation was I even in?

"Tell me...why did you do this..." I said calmly. I was confused and wanted to run away, but I knew that he wouldn't let me go, so I tried to find out more.
I wanted to know the truth so that I could stop blaming myself. Maybe, this would help me to stop my suffering.

"Oh you want to know why? Great!" He said happily and clapped two times.

"Well...she tried to escape from me. That's why I killed her." He explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"W-Why?" I stuttered, scared of what his answer would be.

"I don't understand it too...just because I like it to murder people, why did she get scared and tried to escape?"

"W-Why do you think she got scared?! You also killed others? Why would you do something like this!? I- What the hell is wrong with you!" I yelled. Although I wanted to know the truth, it started to escalate. I wasn't sure if I could handle all of this mentally.

"Taehyung... have you ever killed someone? Do you know the excitement of it? No, you don't. But I do because I did it for at least 30 times. It's so much fun. Don't worry...soon, you'll become just like me."

"I-I won't! Unlike you I'm not sick! You...you killed so many people, I-"

"Aw when you said too many people...it just reminded me of someone I once killed...someone really special." He cut me off and left out a chuckle.

"W-Who...?" I asked. Maybe if I would somehow be able to escape from here, I could just go to the police station and tell them everything. The more information, the better.

"Mm... let's play a game." He said and started to whistle.

"What should we do...what should we do...Mm I got it!" My father said happily and clapped two times.

"I'll call your Kookie and tell him that I'm keeping you here as a hostage. If he calls the police or doesn't come, I'll kill you. But if he really shows up then I'll murder him. Doesn't this sound fun? Mhm let's do this." He decided.

"N-No! I won't let you hurt him! Just kill me, but don't- "

"Shh Taehyung-ah. Don't be such a spoilsport." He cut me off.

I had promised myself that I wouldn't let my father harm Jungkook, so what was I supposed to do? I could only hope that he wouldn't pick up his phone.

My father was holding my cellphone in his hands. He probably took it from me after he'd tied me on the chair.

"That's going to be fun!" He said and held the phone to his ear.

After a few times of ringing, Jungkook picked up.

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A/N:
*inserts Jungwoo's voice (NCT)* Hi hello annyeong~

I'm sorry that it took so long for me to upload...I wasn't able to write since I had some health issues (nothing really serious)
Huhuhu I'm sorryㅠㅠ

Anyways,thank you for reading and have a good day/night^^