17 years ago
The basement room is cryptic save for the dim glow illuminating into the dull beaten walls. He squints his eyes to accommodate his vision even though he dreads that even breathing in the identical room with unfamiliar men had his anxiety on another toll. He doesn't peep out a single sound too paralyzed to observe whatever’s occurring before him when a nameless man strides forth and clutches his father brutally by his shirt.
“Listen here old man you were supposed to pay your debt two fucking months ago.”The man glowers, tugging on his father’s collar.
The little boy gasps pushing further to sink behind his mother’s back as he observes the horror unfold before his eight-year-old eyes. At a young age, kids are supposed to be outside and have fun, but the joy wasn’t in his eight-year-old mind as he was constantly shielded from the world.
Maybe now he'd question why frightful things appear to occur as they do. He feels his mother’s body trembling vigorously in horror watching as the man shoves the boy's father to the ground and kicks him in the stomach.
His mother's scream causes his small heart to quicken and to his dismay he shuffles further into the cornered wall, body trembling frantically.
“Please...I will make up the money until next week. My family-” his father gasps when another kick is sent to his stomach.
The little boy huddles up behind his mother, hiding in the darkness as tears stream down his red-stained cheeks, but he remains silent, his innocent eyes watching the scene. He can only make out the silhouette of the man and his father as he tries to block out the rest of the world.
“Week?!” I gave you enough time to pay me back, but you’re fucked up ass never gives a shit. Now look at what’s happening. I will make this easy for you.”
The nameless man’s eyes follow the trail of where the mother is hiding the little boy and smirks. His mother gasps and clutches onto her son tightly.
“V….hide behind me.” She murmurs observing the man slowly stroll towards her son. His mother prays and hopes her husband would help them.
“Don’t touch them!” His father stood up frantic and with a huge force he punches the man.
It was then the man turns around and smirks before pulling out something polished from his coat pocket. The little boy notices it right away and remembers his father telling him about these dangerous things.
“Wrong move.” The man says before pulling the trigger shooting a bullet right through his chest and his father collapses to the floor.
His mother shrieks, both hands visibly shaking over her parted mouth when she finds her husband dead on the floor. The little boy clutched onto himself, knees tucked under his chin as he hid behind a bin, eyes shut tightly as if to not witness the scene. He was too scared to watch, but peeks through his wet lashes and finds a small figure gazing back at him.
“H-help me…” V mutters finding the courage to speak to the small boy who simply shook his head and walked away. The man chuckles and kicks the dead body before turning to his men.
“Burn this place down.” He motions to both the mother and son when his mother’s eyes widen in terror.
The man leads himself out of the dark basement followed by a few more men. V watches silently as the small boy, almost around his age glances at him once more before walking out.
“N-No stop what are you doing?! No V!” His mother screams when flames start to spread throughout the room. Panicking, she runs to her son picking him up, and looks around the basement for a way out.
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His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||
Fanfiction[Completed] Taehyung's long term trauma has never ceased to an end when his parents had both died in tragedy. Constantly hidden from the world,Taehyung doesn't know much about the dangers, can't come into terms to love himself, but then he falls int...
