Vengeful Echoes ( Taekook) (Vkook)
First Day
As the morning sun cast its golden rays over the bustling campus of the prestigious university, Kim Taehyung made his way through the throngs of students, his thoughts weighed down by the heavy burden of loss. It was his first day of college—a fresh start in a new chapter of his life—but the pain of his parents' untimely deaths still lingered like a shadow, casting a pall over his every step.
Lost in his reverie, Taehyung barely noticed the curious glances and whispered murmurs that followed in his wake. Once, he had been proud of his striking beauty, his ethereal features drawing admiration and envy from all who beheld them. But now, it was a mere facade—a mask he wore to conceal the turmoil that raged within.
As he took his seat in the lecture hall, Taehyung couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. He was used to being alone, accustomed to the silence that had become his constant companion in the wake of his parents' deaths. But here, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of his peers, he felt more alone than ever.
Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung barely registered the professor's voice as he droned on about the intricacies of constitutional law. His mind wandered back to that fateful night—the screech of tires, the shattering glass, the sickening crunch of metal—each memory a dagger to his heart.
Park Hyungsik
"Excuse me, are you alright?" a voice broke through Taehyung's reverie, snapping him back to the present. He looked up to find a concerned classmate gazing at him with furrowed brows.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
Taehyung offered a faint smile, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine, thank you."
As the lecture continued, Taehyung's classmates grew increasingly curious about the enigmatic newcomer in their midst. Among them was a young man named Hyungsik, whose friendly demeanor and easy smile made him a natural magnet for conversation.
Hyungsik, intrigued by Taehyung's aloof demeanor, decided to strike up a conversation during a break in the lecture.
Park Hyungsik
"Hey there, I'm Hyungsik. I noticed you're new here. What's your name?" Hyungsik's voice was warm and inviting, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
Taehyung glanced up from his notes, meeting Hyungsik's gaze briefly before averting his eyes. "Taehyung," he replied tersely, his tone guarded.
Park Hyungsik
Hyungsik's smile faltered slightly at Taehyung's clipped response, but he pressed on, determined to make a connection. "Nice to meet you, Taehyung. How are you finding your first day?"
Kim Taehyung (omega)
Taehyung shrugged noncommittally, his focus returning to his notes. "It's fine," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Undeterred by Taehyung's lack of enthusiasm, Hyungsik continued to chat amiably, hoping to break through the barrier of silence that surrounded his new classmate. But no matter how hard he tried, Taehyung remained distant and unresponsive, his walls seemingly impenetrable.
As the day wore on and the final bell rang, Hyungsik couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at his failed attempts to connect with Taehyung. But as he watched Taehyung disappear into the crowd, a lone figure lost in the sea of faces
After the long day of classes, Taehyung left the university campus and made his way to the nearest bus stop, the chatter of students fading into the background as he boarded the crowded public transport. His journey home was a silent one, his thoughts consumed by memories of his parents and the gaping void their absence had left in his life.
As the bus rattled and swayed along the winding streets of the city, Taehyung stared blankly out the window, his expression unreadable. He paid no mind to the curious glances of his fellow passengers, lost in his own world of grief and longing.
When he finally arrived at his apartment building, Taehyung trudged up the stairs to his modest apartment, his steps heavy with exhaustion. He entered the small, dimly lit space and made his way to the room that had once belonged to his parents, the air heavy with the weight of memories.
Taehyung sank down onto the edge of the bed, his fingers trailing over the familiar contours of the room. The walls echoed with the laughter of days gone by, the scent of his parents' perfume and aftershave lingering in the air like a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost.
With a heavy heart, Taehyung crossed the room and settled into the worn armchair by the window, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the floor. And as he gazed out at the city skyline bathed in golden light, tears began to trickle down his cheeks, silent witnesses to the pain and loneliness that gnawed at his soul.
Alone in the quiet solitude of his parents' room, Taehyung allowed himself to surrender to the grief that had been building inside him for so long. And as he sat there, his heart heavy with sorrow, he found a fleeting moment of solace in the memories of the love and warmth that had once filled the space around him.
Pain
As the soft strains of his favorite music filled the air, Taehyung found solace in the simple act of dancing. The melody wrapped around him like a warm embrace
But just as he began to lose himself in the dance, his phone rang, shattering the fragile peace of the moment. With a sigh, Taehyung reluctantly paused his music and answered the call, his heart sinking as he heard the voice on the other end.
Police officer
"Is this Kim Taehyung?" the voice asked, its tone grave and serious.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Yes," Taehyung replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Police officer
"We need you to come to the central police station immediately," the voice continued, its urgency sending a shiver down Taehyung's spine. "There's something you need to see."
Without hesitation, Taehyung raced out of his apartment, the echoes of his music still ringing in his ears. In his haste, he forgot to slip on his shoes or grab a jacket, the cold night air biting at his bare skin as he sprinted through the streets towards the police station.
As he reached the imposing building, Taehyung's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He burst through the doors and into the dimly lit lobby, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of the officers who had summoned him.
Finally, he was ushered into a small, stark room, where a pair of officers waited solemnly. Without a word, they handed him a photograph—a grainy image that sent a jolt of recognition through Taehyung's veins.
It was his parents—their lifeless bodies twisted and broken, their faces frozen in expressions of agony and despair. Tears welled in Taehyung's eyes as he stared at the photograph, his throat tightening with a grief too profound for words.
Police officer
"Are these your parents, Kim Dong Wook and Kim InNa?" one of the officers asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung could only nod, his heart breaking anew with each passing second. And as he stood there, barefoot and vulnerable, the weight of his loss crashing down upon him like a tidal wave, Taehyung knew that his life would never be the same again.
As Taehyung confirmed the identities of his parents in the photograph, a heavy silence settled over the room. The officers exchanged a solemn glance before informing him that the bodies had been taken for postmortem, and he could see them tomorrow. Numb with shock, Taehyung could only nod in response, his mind reeling with disbelief at the sudden turn of events.
As he stumbled out of the police station, Taehyung's thoughts swirled in a haze of confusion and sorrow. His feet were injured from the hurried journey, but the pain was distant, overshadowed by the overwhelming grief that gripped his heart.
In his mind's eye, he could see his father's stern expression soften at the sight of his injured son, the worry etched deep into the lines of his face. His mother's gentle hands would flutter around him, her voice a soothing balm to his wounded soul.
But now, there was only silence—a gaping void where their love and warmth had once been. Taehyung felt a surge of anguish rise within him, the weight of his loss threatening to crush him under its unbearable weight.
With each step he took, the memories flooded back—the sound of his parents' laughter, the warmth of their embrace, the unconditional love that had always surrounded him. And as he walked through the empty streets, tears streaming down his cheeks, Taehyung couldn't help but feel the crushing weight of loneliness pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.
He longed to hear his father's voice, to feel his mother's comforting touch—to be enveloped in the warmth of their love once more. But they were gone, taken from him in a cruel twist of fate that left Taehyung feeling more alone than ever.
As Taehyung stumbled back into his empty apartment, the weight of his grief pressing down upon him like a leaden cloak, he sank to the cold floor, his heart heavy with sorrow. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he called out for his parents, his voice choked with emotion.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Mom? Dad?" His voice echoed off the empty walls, the silence that followed deafening in its emptiness. "I'm hurt... I need you..."
But there was no response, no comforting embrace to chase away the pain. Only the hollow echo of his own voice, a cruel reminder of the emptiness that now filled the space around him.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"It hurts..." Taehyung cried out, his voice rising with desperation. "I'm hurt, please..."
As Taehyung lay on the cold floor, his heart wrenching with grief and pain, he called out to his parents with desperate pleas, his voice trembling with sorrow.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Mumma," he whimpered, his voice barely a whisper. "Tae Tae is hurt... The bad road outside hurt me..."
His words were choked with tears as he reached out into the empty air, longing for the comforting embrace that would never come.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Dad," he cried out, his voice breaking with anguish. "That police officer did a terrible prank with me... Please, scold him..."
But there was no response, no comforting hand to soothe his pain. Only the bitter sting of loneliness that threatened to consume him whole.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"It hurts," Taehyung sobbed, his cries echoing off the walls of the empty apartment. "Can you please help your Tae? It hurts so much..."
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"It hurts," Taehyung sobbed, his words punctuated by shivers of cold. "Can you please help your Tae? It hurts so much... And I'm so cold..."
His words dissolved into heart-wrenching sobs as he lay there, his tears mingling with the ache of loss that gnawed at his soul. In that moment of raw vulnerability, Taehyung felt more alone than ever, the absence of his parents a gaping wound that no amount of time could heal.
As the night stretched on, Taehyung's cries for his parents echoed through the empty apartment like a haunting refrain. With each desperate plea, he clung to the hope that somehow, somewhere, his parents would hear him and come rushing to his side.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Mumma," he called out, his voice trembling with longing. "Dad... Please, I need you... Don't leave me alone..."
But the only response was the hollow echo of his own voice, a cruel reminder of the emptiness that now surrounded him.
As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, Taehyung's phone rang once again, shattering the silence of the morning. With a heavy heart, he answered the call, his voice hoarse with grief.
Police officer
"Mr. Kim," the voice on the other end said, the words weighted with solemnity. "We're ready for you to come and see your parents. And... to make arrangements for the funeral."
Taehyung's heart clenched at the mention of his parents, the reality of their absence crashing down upon him once more. With a heavy sigh, he nodded silently, his eyes brimming with tears.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be there soon."
With a heavy heart and trembling steps, Taehyung returned to the police station once more, the cold morning air biting at his bare feet as he made his way through the empty streets. Confusion and despair clouded his mind, his thoughts a jumble of pain and disbelief.
As he entered the dimly lit room where his parents lay, Taehyung's breath caught in his throat, his heart shattering into a million pieces at the sight before him. His mother and father, once so full of life and love, now lay cold and lifeless, their faces etched with the pain of their final moments.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Mumma... Dad..." Taehyung's voice broke on a sob as he stumbled forward, his knees buckling beneath him. "No... Please, no..."
As tears streamed down his cheeks, Taehyung reached out to touch his parents' faces, his fingers trembling with grief and longing.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Why... Why did you leave me?" he cried out, his voice raw with anguish. "I need you... Please, come back..."
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Mumma... Dad..." Taehyung's voice cracked with agony as he reached out to touch his parents' cold hands. "It's me, Taehyung... Please wake up. I need you..."
His words dissolved into heart-wrenching sobs as he buried his face in his hands, his whole body shaking with grief.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"I'll change, I promise," he whispered brokenly, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'll leave behind all my bad habits... I'll make you proud, Mumma, Dad. Just please come back..."
But there was no response, no flicker of life in the stillness of the room. Only the haunting silence of death, a stark reminder of the finality of loss.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"I'll be a better son," Taehyung vowed, his voice thick with tears. "I'll make up for all the times I disappointed you... I'll cherish every moment, every memory we shared. Just please don't leave me like this..."
As the day of the funeral dawned, Taehyung stood alone amidst the somber crowd gathered to bid farewell to his parents. The gray sky mirrored the heaviness in his heart as he watched the caskets being lowered into the ground, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.
His parents had shared a love that defied tradition and expectation—a love born out of courage and defiance in the face of adversity. But their families had turned their backs on them, their love deemed unworthy by those who could not understand.
And so, as Taehyung stood there, a solitary figure amidst a sea of mourners, he couldn't help but feel the sting of abandonment that had haunted his parents' lives. They had been cast out by their own kin, left to forge their own path in a world that was often cruel and unforgiving.
A few of their colleagues had come to pay their respects, offering kind words and sympathetic glances. But amidst the sea of sympathetic faces, Taehyung couldn't shake the feeling of isolation that gnawed at his soul.
As the ceremony came to an end and the mourners began to disperse, Taehyung remained rooted to the spot, his heart heavy with sorrow. There was no one to ask if he had eaten anything, no one to offer a comforting hand or a reassuring embrace.
Please
He remembered the overwhelming sense of injustice that had consumed him as he pleaded with the police to investigate further—to consider the possibility that his father, a teetotaler who had never touched a drop of alcohol in his life, could not have been responsible for the crash.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"They never drank," Taehyung's voice trembled as he recounted the events to the indifferent police officers, his eyes pleading for understanding. "There must be some mistake."
But his pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the bureaucratic indifference of those tasked with uncovering the truth. The officers exchanged weary glances, their expressions hardened by years of dealing with grieving families and shattered dreams.
Police officer
"Son, I understand that this is a difficult time for you," one of the officers said, his tone tinged with impatience. "But we have procedures to follow, and the evidence suggests that this was a simple case of drunk driving."
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"But the dashboard camera in the car," Taehyung insisted, his voice growing more desperate with each passing moment. "It's missing. Someone must have tampered with it."
Police officer
The officers exchanged a knowing glance before one of them spoke, his voice heavy with resignation. "Look, kid, accidents happen. Sometimes there are no easy answers. I suggest you go home and try to get some rest. We'll keep you updated on any developments."
As Taehyung pressed on with his desperate pleas, the atmosphere in the police station grew increasingly tense. The officers exchanged impatient glances, their expressions hardening with irritation at the omega's persistence.
Police officer
"We've heard enough from you, kid," one of the officers snapped, his voice laced with frustration. "There's nothing more to discuss. Now, if you don't mind, we have other matters to attend to."
Taehyung recoiled at the officer's dismissive tone, his heart sinking with the realization that his efforts were in vain. But he refused to back down, his determination fueled by the burning need for justice.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"I won't just sit back and let you brush this under the rug," Taehyung's voice shook with defiance as he stood his ground, his eyes flashing with righteous anger. "My parents deserve better than this. They deserve the truth."
But his words only seemed to further agitate the officers, their patience wearing thin with each passing moment.
Police officer
"That's enough," another officer barked, his tone harsh and commanding. "You've had your say. Now, if you don't leave voluntarily, we'll have to escort you out."
Taehyung's heart sank as he realized the futility of his efforts. With a heavy sigh, he turned and made his way to the exit, the weight of injustice pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.
With the death of his parents, Taehyung's world was turned upside down in an instant. As an only child, he had been sheltered and pampered, cocooned in a protective bubble that shielded him from the harsh realities of life. But now, with his parents gone, Taehyung found himself adrift in a world that was unfamiliar and unforgiving.
As he stood in front of the stove, staring blankly at the pots and pans that lay before him, Taehyung realized with a sinking heart that he had no idea how to cook even the simplest of meals. His mother had always been the one to whip up delicious dishes with effortless ease, her culinary skills a source of comfort and joy for the family. But now, faced with the prospect of cooking for himself, Taehyung felt utterly lost.
With a sigh, he reached for his phone, scrolling through the contacts list until he found his mother's number. For a brief moment, he hesitated, his thumb hovering over the call button as he longed to hear her voice one last time. But then, with a heavy heart, he pressed the button, knowing that there would be no answer on the other end.
Desperate for guidance, Taehyung turned to the internet, scouring cooking websites and tutorial videos in a desperate bid to learn the basics of cooking. But as he attempted to follow along with the instructions, he found himself making mistake after mistake, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt.
In the end, he settled for a simple bowl of instant noodles, the tasteless broth a poor substitute for the comforting meals of his childhood. As he sat alone at the kitchen table, slurping up the soggy noodles, Taehyung couldn't help but feel the weight of his solitude pressing down on him like a leaden weight.
But cooking was just the beginning of Taehyung's struggles. In the days that followed, he found himself confronted with a barrage of unfamiliar tasks—paying bills, doing laundry, even something as simple as grocery shopping—all of which seemed like insurmountable challenges to the sheltered omega who had never had to fend for himself before.
With each new obstacle, Taehyung felt the sting of his parents' absence keenly, their guiding hands conspicuously absent as he stumbled through the unfamiliar terrain of adulthood. And though he longed for their presence, their comforting embrace, Taehyung knew that he would have to find a way to navigate this new reality on his own.
Taehyung's parents, diligent and modest middle-class individuals, had worked hard to secure their apartment and save a modest sum in the bank. With some time before his college enrollment, Taehyung knew he needed to find a job to sustain himself.
Beep of his alarm clock snapped him back to reality. With a sigh, he glanced at the time, realizing that it was time to head to work.
With a final glance at the photograph of his parents on his bedside table, Taehyung rose to his feet
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