THE UNKNOWN STALKER [KTH FF]

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THE UNKNOWN STALKER PART 7........
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Taehyung's POV-

Today was strange. I'm not accustomed to behaving this way, especially after Hyun-wu's departure. Memories of him drag me into a deep abyss. Did I really cause his demise? Is happiness even within my grasp? Can I let people in after what happened? Can y/n be trusted? Ahh, these thoughts cloud my mind.

I've always been perceived as cold, and nobody bothered to look beneath the surface. Am I undeserving of love?

"Aghh, I guess it's Enough. It's time to sleep. These ruminations only bring anguish, reminding me of my worthlessness."

Y/n pov-

"Heyy uncle, I'm back. Sorry I'm late today because I got detention."

"Hi sweety, welcome back home."

My uncle pulls me into a warm hug, and it feels comforting. He's been there for me since childhood, just like my parents.

"Come, I have already set dinner on the table. Go get freshened up."

"Okieee..."

After 20 minutes, I descend the stairs to find my favorite dish, kimbap.

"Yayyy, uncle, you made it at last! Thank you, I love you."

"Hahaha, yeah, come eat and sleep, or you'll have dark circles."

"Uncle!" I whine playfully.

After finishing dinner, I express my gratitude once again and hurry to my room. Today has been exhausting, and I can't help but wonder about Taehyung's sudden change in behavior. Why does he dislike being called "Taehyungiee"? Is it related to Hyun-wu? I have so many unanswered questions swirling in my head. I'll try to sleep and let go of these thoughts for now.

3am at night--

Taehyung pov-

I woke up abruptly at 3:00 am to the sound of my own voice begging and pleading with my dad. The room was filled with the stench of blood, and I could feel the bruises forming on my face. It was a painful reminder of the abuse I endured.

I grabbed onto my dad's leg, desperately pleading for him to spare me this time. "Dad, I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again. Please, just leave me alone. I'm sorry, Dad, please..."

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. He kicked me hard in the stomach, delivering a painful blow. He reminded me of my status as his slave, someone who would aid him in his criminal activities. His smirk sent shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear, threatening to reveal my secret.

"I won't tolerate any more detentions or your tardiness. You need to pick up my call and come drop by as soon as I call for you! If you be behind the time this is what you'll face!! Remember, exams are approaching, and you better study and improve, like you always do. Don't embarrass me in front of my own associates."

With that, he left, slamming the door in my face, leaving me in my small, desolate apartment. I curled up on the floor, tears streaming down my face, my body aching in pain. I had to tend to my wounds alone, recalling how earlier that day, y/n had cared for me, applying first aid.

As I sat there, patching up my injuries, I couldn't help but think of y/n and the stark contrast between the kindness she showed me and the cruelty I faced at home. This was the third beating I had endured today alone, and tomorrow I had to face school, knowing I had to hide these bruises from a single day. It felt like an impossible task.

The clock showed 4:00 am, and I knew I had to get some sleep, despite the pain and the haunting memories. Tomorrow was another day, and I had to find a way to carry on, even if it meant hiding the torment I endured behind a mask.