• Take My Hand • | A Taekook fiction|

(Chapter 20) • I miss him •

[⚠️TW!!// Flashbacks of Domestic child abuse, bullying and trauma. A Panic attack too. Please be cautious if these topics could trigger you, that is not my intention at all. I'll put ‼️these when it starts and ends, if that'll make things easier for you guys.]

Narrator's POV

Jungkook had soon walked out of the room, shouldering his bag. Leaving the six boys in pin drop silence.

No one dared to emit a noise from their throats. No one dared to tear their eyes off of their youngest friend, who had his head hung down, body rigid in his seat from shock. His bangs had prevented them from seeing his face, so they couldn't exactly see what was going on with him.

But they had a hunch though.

Taehyung felt as if there was some sort of thick cloth tied around his nose and mouth, suffocating him. His body felt extremely tense, every part of his body had a dull ache now. His eyes couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't process anything else, but that one word ringing inside his head. Voices that haunted him ever since the beginning, reappeared, mumbling and screaming that one word repeatedly, like a broken tape recorder.

Disgusting.

That was what he was. Disgusting.

Unwanted memories, words, screaming, terror and pain, came crashing down onto him.

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"You're a fucking disgrace! I wish I never had such a disgusting excuse of a son like you!"

"Can you do anything right? Even your own mother fucking despises you, hell, even I do. Who else do you have?"

"We own you, Taehyung. You are supposed to do what we want, we are the ones who gave you life after all."

"Go clean up the bottles now, baby boy. Mommy wants to give you a reward after that."

"Hey fag, you still 'love' me? Well how about I teach you a lesson that how wrong and disgusting it is for boys to like boys hmm? How's that sound guys?"

"Taehyung is a faggot~! Taehyung is a faggot~! Come on guys! Don't go near him, you'll catch his disgusting disease!"

His head was spinning.

Memories of waking up to burning cuts and bruises on his body, of the loud noises inside and around him, memories of waking up drained after his punishments from his parents, and those of him pulling out the sharp shards of glass bottles, that were digging into him. Memories of sleepless nights, and nights of him crying himself to sleep.

But the worst thing was he didn't remember how exactly he had woken up with those injuries. He didn't remember anything except the after effects of what his other personality went through. And he felt even more guilty for that. All he remembered were the words he heard just before his alter took over.

V had it the worst, he'd assumed.

But he couldn't remember what his alter went through. Not at all.

Different voices merged together, different words merged together, different memories merged together, yet, they all seemed to point towards a single truth.

The truth that Kim Taehyung, was a disgusting being.

"You were disgusting, I hope you know that."

A heart wrenching gravelly scream echoed throughout the room as he dropped onto his knees, clawing on his hair just as Jimin was advancing towards Taehyung cautiously.