⟦TWO - THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?⟧

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CHAPTER 2: THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? TAEHYUNG'S POV

WARNING: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE ARE USED.Β 

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TAEHYUNG'S POV:

I don't know much about this brown-haired boy who I just winked at, but I could tell you, he's different?

Wait, scrap that. You should see us on the football pitch. And coincidentally, my feet are standing on the pitch right now.

I'm captain of the pitch. Everything I do, you follow. Now, you'd think of the cliche storylines, where the captain is the all-mighty king of the school, loves his life and so on... Right?

Well, I don't see it myself like that. Yes, everyone loves me, I mean, who couldn't? Β IΒ cough. Except for him.Β 

Anyways, you could call me the king of this school. But what you're probably wondering is about why I don't fully see it like that.

I guess I love my life. It's fun, going to each party and going home to another girl every night. But what isn't as perfect is that... I guess I'm not who I was before.

If I could explain it, it would take the author a chapter to write, unless she summarises it. Anyways, I was around fifteen at the time.Β 

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FLASHBACK - NARR: TAEHYUNG

I was just starting my teenage years, so I didn't know a lot about life. Or so much about how people are nowadays.

So I began high school if that's what you Americans call it. At the time, I was a little different from everyone else. My head would be engulfed in books and learning so much I became blind to life.

I became blind to the things that went around me.Β 

Anyways, it was just me and my mother as a family. Where was my dad? Doing his usual again. One night, we were sitting at the table like usual, and my father comes in for the first time in three weeks.

"How's life bud?" My father says to me. Bud, a nickname he gave me when I was young because of my strong admiration for flowers.

"It's good I guess. My grades are the same, all A's." I said in a straight tone, positioning myself to be a little more polite and respectful.

"That's my son I know," He says, and my mother smiles. "How have you been beautiful?" He goes over to kiss her cheek, but my mother squirms a little at his touch. Weird, I thought at the time. But I just shrugged it off.

He sits down and says, "Sorry I didn't see you guys for a while, there was a lot of work at the office again." He sighs, and my mother just touches her food lightly, not eating anything.

For me, it was a normal meal, a little quiet, cutleryΒ clanking again the ceramic plates, a few small conversations to somewhat lighten the moment.Β 

"Dad will you be here tomorrow?" I ask with a small smile on my face.

"I'll check, but I think so son, why?" His dad asks after swallowing the mouthful of food.

"Oh, I just wanted to know." I look down, the quietness forming again.

After the meal, I go back upstairs to finish my work. I can concentrate for a few minutes until I hear glass smash on a surface downstairs.

I get up and step outside of my door to see something I never wish saw.

"I knew it, you haven't been working, you've been cheating on me Hyunshik!" My mother shouted at him, holding his phone in her hand.Β 

"That isn't true!" My father roars back at her.

"Then what does, 'I miss you baby," mean?" My mother cries out her words, picking up the glass shards she created after dropping the plate. "We have a son Hyunshik, how could you?"

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have if you weren't such a stuck up brat like you are!" Hyunshik spits his words like venom, whilst my mother's lip twitches at the words. "I don't love you! I won't love you!"

"N-No," My mother gets back on her feet, "Hyunshik, please." She throws the shards in the bin, her hands jittering as if she was left in the cold. Maybe I shouldn't say as, because he did leave her in the cold. Tears fall from my mother's eyes, and all my father responded was with a scoff.

"Jisoo, are you serious? If anyone should be shouting at you, it's me!" Hyunshik continues, "Look at Taehyung. He's practically the Harry Potter of nowadays, cooped up in his bedroom because all you do is snap, snap snap about his grades! Fucking hell Jisoo, I don't need two of you."Β 

"Well, I don't want him to end up as just a lazy office worker like you! He n-needs to do s-something that he'll love later in his life."

"Oh here we go again, talking about my work. So what, at least I get paid!" He huffs and throws his hands onto the air.

"And where does the money go Hyunshik?" My mother looks at him with dead emotion in her eyes, senseless almost. "Does it go to the strip clubs you go to every night? You get a good fuck over there?"

Slap.

I'm wanting to move so bad out of this position, but it's as if the wind is pushing me back, saying stay there. So I'm watching this, even more, wanting to stop it but I just can't.

"Fuck you Jisoo."

Slap.

"I put work into my job so that you can stay and relax at home, and this is how you repay me?"

It's like he's seen red at that moment, because he smashes the empty wine glass to her head, and my mother falls.Β 

"DAD! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I'm running downstairs, "DAD STOP! STOP!"

He doesn't stop though. Instead, he viciously spits, "You care for mommy even though she's a little whore?"

"If anyone's the whore it's you, dad! I heard everything." My mother looks at me and whispers at me to stop.

"Tae, p-please, you don't have to do-" My dad lunges back onto her, punching her and shaking her body like a ragdoll. I try to push him off, the tears dripping out of my eyes as I see gushes of blood spurt around my mother's usually unblemished face.

"Get off me Taehyung!" My dad throws me and my body hits the counter, and all I can feel is the pain that flushes through my body. I'm holding onto my right hip, my other hand wrapped around my knees as I sit there shaking by the counter.Β 

Silence. I look up, and I see my father look at me with demonic eyes. "W-Why dad?"

Slap.

"Don't call me dad. You're not my son anymore." He kicks my body and spits at me before he leaves."

I run to my mother, holding her blemished figure between my arms even though I'm injured as well, "I'm sorry mother, it's my fault for not coming sooner."

END OF FLASHBACK: NARR: TAEHYUNG

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TAEHYUNG'S POV -

I don't ever talk about it. My father's been undercover since that night, and the police can't find him. My mother, on the other hand, died when I was 16 from brain cancer.

I changed because I thought that if I had emotions I'd be weak. My grades started to slip, I started to make myself a reputation, and I became who I am today.Β 

When I moved, I got everyone to call me by V. No one knows why, and I'd prefer it to stay that way. I don't like opening the past after all.

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I feel so sorry for tae :(

next chapter the actual story begins, I just wanted to give context to the story.

anyways, hope you're having a good day.

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