His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter three

Taehyung runs downstairs in such a rush to hastily put his shoes on that he doesn't regard the opportunity to view the outside when the idea of meeting his tutor excites him. Bright beams of daylight peek through the curtains of the Kwon's living room and cast a glowing effect on the wall and his face. Taehyung's boxy smile stretches on his features as he spins his body towards the hall. It was an eerie atmosphere for once, but he had important things to do.

Just as he's about to head for the door, Mrs. Kwon pops her head out of the kitchen before she saunters into the living room, her arms folding across her chest.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Taehyung pouts in an adorable way to escape her presence, but her chin lifts in an attempt to question further wherever he's headed.

She doesn't fall for his cuteness and Taehyung sighs in defeat, his shoulders sagging. There's no way to escape this. Nor can his dull postures do him any good. Stupid aegyo.

"I'm going to meet up with Hoseok Hyung. I'll be back soon."

Just as she's going to reply, Taehyung dashes past her smiling cheekily at the disbelief expression on her face. It was kind of hard to get around her since she's always been overprotective, but somehow he managed.

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Taehyung strolls down the street of his neighborhood basking in the morning sun as his hair tousled on top of his head. The slight breeze blew over his face ever so gently and he sighs in content inhaling the fresh air before blowing through parted lips. He's heading to meet up with Hoseok who is his personal tutor in combat fighting, but Hoseok's skills were one of a professional while he was just a beginner. He isn't as skilled as Hoseok, but he enjoys his company and needed an excuse to leave his interrogating stepmother.

It was rather peaceful since most people had already gone off to work. Taehyung's life has changed ever since the incident that happened 17 years ago and after his parents had passed away, his nightmares would drive him out of slumber and he would cry painfully in the night. He's only been able to tell and keep his past with Hoseok and Mina, his step-sister about everything there was to know about him.

He abruptly stops in his tracks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when a multitude of people walk out of an open garage. They almost seemed dull walking in a straight line and Taehyung's inquisitiveness gets the best of him as he lurks behind a car observing the zombie-like people from afar. Zombie apocalypse maybe. He snickers to himself at the thought. 'How stupid of you Taehyung.'

He is about to sneak a peek at the other side of the street when he detects footsteps approaching in his direction. He turns around swiftly ready to make a break for it when a rough voice speaks from behind.

"Hey kid what are you doing here?"

Taehyung squeaks, startled by the voice as he snaps his head back and oh shit signifies his expression when a bulky man unexpectedly lifts him up from the ground, his limbs swaying in the air.

"Let me go bastard!"

He tries his hardest to kick him, but the man is much more solid compared to his petite figure. He struggles for a good five seconds when he hears footsteps in the distance and the man suddenly lets go of him with a grunt and he crash-lands on his ass with an "oof". The man takes the opportunity to immobilize both of his hands behind his back and Taehyung finds it hard to fight back.

Shithead. Now he's stuck between a big ass man and can't release himself from his grip. He regrets it. Regrets not having paid attention to those combat lessons or he wouldn't be in a situation like this.