Nepenthe ~ тαεנιη

Termination

"N-no.. I-I'm not a..."

Taehyung had been taken back, another flash back replacing all his thoughts.

"Eomma! Appa! I'm home!"
Taehyung, 12 years old, had just came back from school.

"Eomma..? Appa..?"

Taehyung looked around the corner, his eyes glistening at his parents, who cherished his older sister with praise and love. Why didn't they do the same for him? He was a good boy too. 

"Oh Minsoo! Your so so prefect!"
His mother coed.

Taehyung smiled. He wanted to be praised too.

"Eomma appa! Look! I got a %100 on my exam!"
Taehyung smiled widely.

His parents glared at him in disgust.
"Really now? Your sister gets %110! You'll never be as good."
His father snapped.

Taehyungs face fell, looking over to his sister, hoping she would back him up, only to see her snicker and smirk at him. 

"B-but that's not even possible!"
Taehyung whimpered.

But Taehyung couldn't speak anymore when he felt a harsh kick to his stomach. His father.. his father had kicked him in his stomach.. But isn't that normal for him now? Any normal life? 

"Don't talk back you whore!"
His mother screamed at Taehyung.

It seemed as the more Taehyung got beat from his father, the more mMnsoo, his sister, laughed, and the more his mother called him a whore. Why? Is it really that funny? Should Tae be laughing to? 

And how could this even happen? They were a family for fucks sake!

"A-appa please s-stop!"
Taehyung pleaded, his stomach being vigorously kicked at.

"You stupid whore! I hope you fucking kill yourself and die!"

"Please appa n-no.."
Taehyung hadn't even realized he was sobbing his guts out onto his hands, that covered his face. It seems like Tae took it to literally, pulling himself back in his memories. The bad memories. When was the last time he even had a good memory anyway?

"What the fuck? Why are you crying?"
Taehyung flinched when he heard Seokjin open the door to the basement, walking down the stairs.

Taehyung immediately wiped his tears away,
"I was n-not!"

Seokjin sighed, walking over to Taehyung, but for some reason, he gently pulled up Taehyungs chin. 

"Your eyes are puffy and red.. and what was that about your appa just a second ago?"

Taehyung moved his head away from Seokjins clutch, throwing the blanket over his face.
"Nothing."
Taehyung muttered under the blanket.

But everything had been cut lose when Seokjin heard the door bell ring from upstairs.

"We're not done here. I'll be back."

Taehyung watched as Seokjin went upstairs, himself finally being able to take a breath.

With Seokjin

"Yea hello?"
Seokjin opened the door, his eyes widening when he saw a police officer.

"Good afternoon. I had been getting some calls about weird noises being heard in this home. Mind if I check in?"
The police officer asked.

"Umm no not at all."
Seokjin opened the door wider for the police to come in, cursing under his breath.