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Taehyung's eyes soaked in bloodlust and tears as they widened with fear. The whites of his eyes turned bloodshot as his lips quivered ever so violently. Sweat trickled down his temples with tears soaking his cheeks. His voice cracked in aching sobs.
"You're not taking her!" He screams, holding a pistol tightly. His knuckles ghostly pale. "You're not taking my baby!"
The young man shouted, screamed, let out a shrilling cry. "She's mine! Give her back!"
"I'll fucking kill you!" Taehyung growled, his sweaty palms letting the gun slip. "I'll pull this goddamn trigger! She's not yours! She was never yours."
The finger on the trigger trembled. Taehyung's skin going pale as he hears his baby cry in fear by the man in front of her. She couldn't identify the father who held her in his arms the first time she ever entered the world, see the boxy-smile so familiar to her own. All she saw was a bloody monster, who was going to take her away from her mommy. That's all she knew. That's all she was scared about.
"You can't fucking take my own child!" He cries, "She's my baby. Please, don't take her away."
His shouts turned into racking sobs. The strength that held the gun up faltered down to the young man onto his knees. The gun lowers from his hands to the floor. "... Please don't take her, please..." he pleads. "I'm begging you."
"... Pa," the little baby manages to bubble out, "Papa."
Taehyung wiped his cheeks and sniffles before smiling. "Yes, yes it's papa. I'm papa."
The woman shook her hand in disgust, holding the child in her arms. "I birthed this child," she seethes, "I carried her for months, she is the epitome of my pain and envy. You're worthless."
Taehyung pursed his lips as he gripped the pistol tightly again. "... I don't want to hurt you or her," he cried with a tired sigh, looking sympathetically with a shaking head. His face contorted into emotionally pain before he covered his face. "... Don't make me something Jangmi doesn't need in her life."
The woman shook her head. "I'm her mother," she says, "She doesn't need you. You don't know how to be a father."
Taehyung bit his lip before cowering back for the first time. Not being able to reply. He curls up to a room of his echoing tears. Watching as she walks away, baby in arms.
Watching as those youthful eyes so similar to his get distance, eyes filled with adolescence. His lips were stained with pain before he spoke. "I'll find you baby, I promise!" he shouts.
He looked over at the gun, lifting it up. Pulling out the cartilage, emptying out the bullets. As the door slammed shut, he slumped over. The bullets rolled across the floor.
With a deep breath, Taehyung let out the most painful screams and choking sobs his throat could manage to do. Hoping the noise would help clear his mind.
