"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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24/12/20 Rewritten :: 01/08/2024
6k+ words, read slowly and kindly throw some words at me, I missed you all. ㅠㅠ
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The blonde sniffled softly, wiping the moisture from his eyes away, his cheeks sticky with dried tears. Sight fixed at the glass table in front of him as he heard Jungkook, the shuffling of papers and the noise of a cupboard being closed.
He flinched a little as his sight now fell on a stack of papers thrown in front him, his wide puppy orbs meeting with the raven, the mafia frowning, crossing his arms as he glared at the blonde.
"Sign these." The mafia uttered, processing to sit down on the couch in front of the younger, a white shirt dropped over his figure. Taehyung looked confused at the paper sheets and then at the mafia in front of him, hesitating.
"W-what are these?" He stuttered.
"It must be fun to be your father's little prince, isn't it? That disgusting man made me lose my everything. I watched Yoongi hyung go to bed empty stomach because we couldn't earn the food. Now- it's your turn." Taehyung's eyes softened at the raven's words as he looked down guilty and sad at the syllables- father's prince?
"You need to work hard to earn the bread, Taehyungie. So tell me what you can do?" The mafia asked, smiling sweetly at the younger as he crossed his arms on his chest. The blonde trying to shuffle his brain and come up with something to satisfy the mafia.
He was never allowed out of his room let alone walk in random parts of the mansion and learn a skill. With no Internet connections and no phone, Taehyung was raised in solitude. Home schooled by a female teacher who could teach him only a few necessary life skills.
It was always him. His bedroom and maybe the two days of the month he was actually allowed out of the big four walls. The blonde knew to give first aid, treating his own bruises and wounds since childhood but he doubted if it was enough to earn him the bread.
The younger clenched his fist over the fabric of his pants, biting his lower lip anxiously as he struggled. And he flinched when the mafia spoke, raising his heartbeat.
"I don't have the whole day, little prince. Tell me fast, what can I use you for?" The blonde gulped the saliva down his throat, his pupils not resting at the place as he picked on his skin with his nails.
Use- use. What are you useful for, Tae? How can you make yourself useful to Jungkook? Think.-Taehyung raided his brain to come up with something.
