Vengeful Echoes ( Taekook) (Vkook)
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.
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