"Pl-please don't h-hurt me, it hurts!" Taehyung screamed, even though his body hurt and his heart cried.
But the man in front of him laughed harder in mockery, as he bent down to his level, causing his petite self to squeeze in terror.
The man rais...
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22/12/20 Rewritten :: 31/07/24
I couldn't re read this chapter without crying, so no proof-read. There could be errors, please ignore them.
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Please ignore the mistake. __________________________________***** Third person POV
A sob echoed through the four walls of the room as the only male sitting on the bed sniffled, wiping his tears away from his cheek, leaving the skin red.
His knees pressed together tightly with his chest, hiding his face in between them, another cry escaped his mouth, looking up at the ceiling in a failed attempt to stop his tears.
The man's surroundings only made him sob louder, his lower lip wobbling in pain and with heartbreak, the wound of betrayal fresh on his chest. He raised his palm again to wipe his tears away, accidentally brushing it over the corner of his lips, he hissed.
The pain and the little droplets of blood on his fingers remind Taehyung of the past horrible events that happened in the early afternoon.
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** few hours ago **
The blonde haired male stirred awake from his sleep, sighing with distress at his third day in the same room without any human presence.
His eyesight travelled to the fresh clothes and food kept on the bedside table as he forced his heart to calm down. Burning himself with his thoughts.
“Thankfully they are giving me food and fresh clothes, Tae. Father would have just kept me alive on tap water.” Taehyung chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he felt his eyes burn. Forcing himself to take the shower and chug the meat down his throat.
Hours passed as the male stuck to his bed after breakfast, roaming his head around the room, the four walls painted in white with no window, the only furniture being there was the bed and a side stool with a small cabinet by the corner.
The blonde haired male let his brain wander at the memories of the past night, where Jungkook paid him the visit. His head hurt from thinking about what could the mafia actually mean by his words and what did his father do to make him so mad.
