Taehyung's POV

Here goes a normal day of me walking down the same old road, noticing the same people. Just a stick in my hand and a hoodie it's cap covering my head. Do you wonder where I'm heading off to? I don't know either. I glanced towards a house where I hear constant moans. I scoffed and said under my breath "This bastard be fucking her all day long give rest to your cock man." I kept walking down the road with no idea where I'm heading off to yeah that sounds absurd but it's not. I heard sirens of police cars chasing a robber this happens every three days in a week not even surprised. A sudden voice echoed in the whole area. Wonder who is it?

"HEY DON'T YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO I AM? WHO THE **** YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU BASTARD." Shouts a richass man.

I walked over to the place. This is Choi a whole rich bastard who runs a Mafia. The whole Seoul is scared of him you may ask why? This dude can buy a hundreds of sluts and workers in a snap of his fingers. Wonder who is he shouting at? Just a normal citizen of this place, what did he do you may ask? Just ran over his cycle over his car. I mean choi doesn't care who is ahead of him the moment somone crosses his road he runs him over, that guy did came in between. This bastard will definitely will kill him you may ask was he ever jailed? Nope he wasn't why? Coz he got money can say every shit works under him. He is sick fucking sick.

I marched my steps ahead ignoring his shit actions towards that man. I walked and walked and walked. The past which keeps haunting me always. The past I am going to tell you about.

20 years ago when I was a kid an innocent kid submerged into a cruel family and society. My dad a sick bastard who only cares about money and sluts he gets to ****. My mom she is dead now wonder how she died? The cause of her death was my father. A sick psychopath that bastard killed her why? Coz we didn't got much money to buy him his stupid packs of cigarettes and bottel of alcohol.

They day I was born that's when the nightmare decided to haunt me for the rest of my life. My father never treated my mom well always compared to those women he used to bring over made my mom a fucking servent. Once he told "A useless bitch you are" warping his around the lady kissing her right in front of my mom I remeber that face. She was broken, a whole broken piece of glass.

I heard that and I wanted to slit his mouth with that glass he drinks. But I couldn't coz I made a promise to my mom that I won't hurt him or he'll just kill her.

One day he just went out off control and started throwing hands on her at the point she almost died I raged up I didn't cared about what my mom said I just wanted to rip him up. I ran over to him and smashed the bottel on his head I told my mom to run away with me but she didn't. What he did? He killed.

Wonder why he spared me somehow? To torture the shit out of me. After my mom's death he did a lot tortured me alot more than he ever did to mom. I sometimes blame myself I shouldn't have smashed the bottle in his head but he deserved it

I am alive coz I hardly stay at my house. It's a whole mess. It's suffocating. It's sick. The smell of alcohol. Those unwashed cloths it makes me sick. I left the house didn't cared if he would kill me. But he didn't anyways coz he never cared.

The society it's sick as well. Since childhood till now. They speak shit. My mom when she was alive they used to call her a slut for my dad called me a sick psychopath why? Coz I never helped her get out of this hell. Called the whole family a piece of shit coz of dad I would blame only him.

How did I survive you may wonder. There are people whom I work for.

Back to reality. I am standing in front of a club staring at it with a blank expression.

I sighed and went it. It's non other than a strip club. I got in and took a seat near the counter sighing hard. I looked towards the bartender as he asked for my order. "A glass of whiskey" I said. He nodded and started preparing my drink.

I kept staring at the glass sensitive and beautiful. You could break it but it would hurt you one small piece could rip your flesh.

He kept the glass in front of me. I took it in my hands and started sipping on the drink.

My eyes were wondering towards the whole club. Soon my eyes landed on a known man. I scoffed as I saw with another chick.

Wanna know who he is? He is Lee Sang Hoon everyone calls him mister Lee. He works under Choi a right hand of Choi. Same jerk as him. Always around one or the other chick.

I completed the drink and kept the glass on an counter. I looked towards my left as I sensed a girl walking towards me. Wants to get fucked. I kept starting her with my cold expression until she sat on my laps. "Wanna have some fun?" She whispered in my ears. I snaked my hands to the back of her head and grabbed her by her hairs. "I can be very brutal" I looked at her with my sharp gaze making her cared she tried to get off my grip but I didn't let her do so.

At the end I let her go she got off my lap and went off on her way. I looked around the club for the last time before I head out. I got up and made my out.

Walking in the same old streets as before. It didn't took seconds for me arrive in the hell. But I noticed many people gathered around what's up now?

A women noticed my sight I walked towards her. "Your father's gone crazy he needs a psychiatric." She said. "That's non of my business." I replied back with a cold voice. "He's your father what do you mean? How can you be such a brat towards your dad." She said with a mocking voice. "Lady it would be great if you don't get in between these shits you never know he would **** up that man is crazy and he's not my dad do whatever you want with him I don't care whether he lives or dies." I said and walked off the sight. I heard people whispering shits about me but I don't give a **** on what they say. I heard one of the random people calling out for an ambulance.

He deserves something worst than hell. Sooner I got into the place I always get into. I placed my hand in the door handle and stepped in.

World is sick unexpected shits keep happening.

...To be continued.