Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK

eight

Oh yeah. You're right. A double update 'cos I feel guilty for not updating for like months hehe

Again! Not so much a fluff part. Trigger warning. Don't report unless I didn't warn you.

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The strong light of the sun coming from the opened window and holes of the roofs woke the pale and wasted kid up. His eyes squinted and barely sees everything in clear condition. His eyes are obviously puffy and swolen as he cried endlessly last triggering night. He gasps and immediately hugs himself, unintentionally remembering what just happened that evening. His throat seems blocked for a moment that made his breath goes hitchy.

He surveys his surroundings but he's not on a ground anymore and his clothes— he's wearing clothes now but not the same ones like he wears on his dream before he got totally messed over. He's all clean that he almost thinks and thanks that it was just a very very bad nightmare. But he then witnessed the marks on his wrist. He's about to stand up but he felt a strong sting in his butt hole. He hisses at the pain and almost teary but he tries his best to act and walk normal.

He wonders how did he got from the ground back to their bed and how did he clothe himself. He has no idea what happened later after he passed out but the scenery keeps him shudder.

"TaeTae," a little girl hushes when she comes in, seeing her brother walks feebly. "... what happened?" Yeojin curiously asks with innocent eyes scanning her brother's legs.

"I am j-just losing my balance because.. because I just woke up," Taehyung reasons out which made the young girl nod and smile.

"Let me help you," she insisted and held her brother's arm with a teddy bear squeezed on her other hand.

"Taehyung!" They both lightly flinch as their mother approaches with a tray of breakfast; a banana, water, and a bowl of arroz caldo ( a spanish soft food that is cooked for sick people or for breakfast ) that Rihye bought from the nearest eatery.

".. you don't have to stand up if you c-can't," her voice cracked at the end of her sentence, looking at her son in pity but at the same time with guilt in her gaze. Seeing her son in this condition, witnessing the violence that night makes her heart seize in agony and guilt. She feels worthless as a mother. She feels like she's the worst mother on Earth, helpless, weak, and tired.

The young boy stared at his mother's teary eyes and scrutinized every details on her face. For a moment, he remembers something. His mother was there. His mother saw everything. She was watching him. Yet she did nothing. For somehow, Taehyung feels an agonizing pang in his chest, looking at her eyes. He hates her. For the first time, he hatred his mother.

"You were there," Taehyung speaks up, fingers are balled into a strong fist, suppressing his anger and tears from escaping.

Rihye hangs her head low, looking at Taehyung's bare feet, "I-I'm sorry," she utters, tears completely lost its patience and fall. "..I am really sorry," she implores and bit her bottom lip as hard as she could so her tears won't continue to stream.

Taehyung's heart is grasped tightly in anguish. "You're sorry but it's not okay," the boy honestly says. His tears uncontrollably stream down simultaneously. "... It's not okay! I-I'm not okay Mom! I hate you!" He shouts and bursts the real emotion that he has been keeping since.

"I'm sorry, Tae—"

"I hate you!" Rihye tries hugging her son but the kid keeps on pushing her away. ".. don't- don't touch me.. please!" he pleaded, removing his mother's touch.

"I tried to help you—"

"You did nothing!" Taehyung shouts back. Silence once won. ".. I-I saw you, mom. I needed you."