The Devil Within (S2)

Chapter 4

After dinner, Taehyung thanked them respectfully and held his coat while adjusting his shirt. "It was nice having you, Dr. Kim." Amaara smiled.

Elenora stood silent. He was waiting for her to say something but nothing came out from her mouth.

"See you at work tomorrow then?" He raised his eyebrows glancing at her. "Yeah sure." Elenora nodded.

"Take care." Amaara said as she closed the door while he left.

Elenora arranged the dishes, cleaning the table.

"Do you like him?" Amaara asked wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.

Elenora's face turned red, "How do you know?"

"Let's just say I know ny sister is falling in love." Amaara tapped her shoulder and went towards her room, leaving Elenora in deep thoughts.

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Taehyung clicked the door handle and opened the door to his bedroom but haulted hearing a harsh voice from behind.

"Where were you?" His uncle Kim Seol, asked.

"Work." Taehyung replied stepping inside, clearly trying to avoid the conversation.

"You were at work? In a housing society I see... " His uncle mocked.

Taehyung's eyes turned dark, as he tried to suppress the rage building up inside him.

"You're marrying Alessia." He said.

"It's my life, and I can decide very well who I want to marry." He scoffed not giving his choice or order, infact, much importance.

"Jasung died building you into a good person, but you're the same as you were when you killed your parents, ruthless, heartless and most of all, mannerless." His uncle left in fury.

Taehyung's jaw clenched at his words as a glimpse of his childhood flashed in his mind.

"You had the audacity to use a knife huh?" He striked another lash of his belt on the little boy's back.

"I thought I would be sympathetic towards a shit like you! But even your father's brother didn't keep you nor did your mother's family? Why would I keep you then huh?" He was drunk, clearly drunk and beating the boy severely.

He could've begged him to stop but he didn't until one night, he saw that he had commited suicide and killed his own wife... That's when Seol, his father's brother had no choice but to take charge of Taehyung's upbringing when he was 16, and gladly, it seemed as if Seol was a better person than he seemed to be at his father's funeral.

Kim Jasung was a bloody threat, and Kim Seol was quite the contrary.

"You can eat this bread now taehyung." He pointed at the bread infront of him as Taehyung refused to eat.

He was a difficult child to raise, and Seol knew for sure, he was the blood of his brother, and the blood of Kims was so fierce that it didn't hesitate to lick off their own blood without a second thought.

Taehyung walked over to his desk with heavy steps while unbuttoning his shirt.

He could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead, neck and chest.

He needed a puff.

He groaned and took out a cigarette putting it between his lips and rested his back on the chair while keeping his legs on the table.

A long inhale of toxicity made him feel refreshed and intoxicated with relief.

"Yah! Tae Kimi!" Little Elenora screamed at him as Taehyung ran away while holding her color box, making funny faces at her.