Vengeful Echoes ( Taekook) (Vkook)
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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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