Vengeful Echoes ( Taekook) (Vkook) Pathetic

As an omega navigating the world on his own, Taehyung faced additional challenges beyond just finding employment. Despite his efforts to secure a job in safer environments, he found himself offered a position as a waiter in a bar, a job that was far from ideal for someone in his position.

Taehyung hesitated, knowing that working in such an environment could expose him to risks and dangers that he was ill-prepared to handle. But with bills to pay and responsibilities to shoulder, he felt he had no choice but to accept the job, swallowing his fears and steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead.

Every shift at the bar felt like a tightrope walk between survival and danger. The neon lights flickered overhead, casting a garish glow over the patrons who filled the dimly lit space. From the moment Taehyung stepped through the door, he could feel the heavy weight of unease settle over him like a suffocating blanket.

As he made his way through the crowded room, the scent of alcohol and stale smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the raucous laughter and murmured conversations of the clientele. Taehyung moved with a sense of trepidation, acutely aware of the eyes that followed his every move, sizing him up with a predatory gleam that sent a shiver down his spine.

The job itself was a monotonous cycle of serving drinks and clearing tables, the noise and chaos of the bar a constant assault on Taehyung's senses. He tried to keep his head down, focusing on the task at hand, but it was impossible to shake the feeling of discomfort that gnawed at him from within.

As Taehyung moved through the crowded bar, he couldn't escape the lewd remarks and suggestive comments that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

Drunk person

"Hey there, pretty thing," one patron called out, his voice thick with alcohol as he leered at Taehyung. "Why don't you come over here and keep me company for a while?"

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung forced a polite smile, his stomach churning with disgust as he sidestepped the man's advances. "I'm sorry, sir," he replied, his voice strained. "I'm just here to take your order."

Drunk person

But the man wasn't deterred, his eyes raking over Taehyung's form with a hungry gaze. "Come on, sweetheart," he persisted, his words slurred. "I'll make it worth your while."

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung's skin crawled at the implication, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to maintain his composure. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sir," he said firmly, his voice tinged with anger. "But I'd be happy to get you another drink."

But it wasn't just one patron who made Taehyung uncomfortable—it seemed like every night brought a new barrage of unwanted attention from men who saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat.

Drunk person

"Hey, cutie," another man called out, his voice dripping with sleaze. "How about you and me head somewhere a little more private?"

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung's jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to maintain his professionalism in the face of such blatant disrespect. "I'm sorry, sir," he replied through gritted teeth. "I'm here to work, not to entertain your fantasies."

Drunk person

But the man only laughed, his eyes roaming Taehyung's body with an unsettling hunger. "Come on, sweetheart," he taunted, his voice low and menacing. "I'll make it worth your while."

Taehyung's stomach churned with revulsion as he turned away, his heart heavy with the weight of his own powerlessness. In a place like this, surrounded by predators masquerading as patrons, Taehyung knew that he was fighting an uphill battle—one that left him feeling more vulnerable and alone than ever before.

One day, As Taehyung went about his duties in the dimly lit bar, the air heavy with the scent of alcohol and desperation, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him like a dark cloud.

It was a slow night, the patrons fewer in number but no less predatory in their intentions. Taehyung moved cautiously through the crowd, his senses on high alert as he tried to anticipate any potential threats.

But despite his best efforts, Taehyung found himself cornered by a group of men who had been eyeing him all night with hungry gazes and lewd comments.

Drunk person

"Come on, sweetheart," one of them slurred, his breath hot and rank against Taehyung's ear. "We just want to have a little fun with you."

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung's heart raced with fear as he tried to push past them, his path blocked by their looming figures. "Please," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I don't want any trouble. Just let me go."

But the men only laughed, their hands reaching out to grab at Taehyung's arms, his waist, his hair—anywhere they could touch him. Panic surged through Taehyung's veins as he fought against their grasp, his mind racing with desperate thoughts of escape.

Kim Taehyung (omega)

And then, in a moment of sheer terror, Taehyung found himself pinned against the wall, the men's foul breath hot against his skin as they pressed in on him from all sides. "Stop," he cried out, his voice hoarse with fear. "Please, stop..."

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as the men closed in, their intentions clear and menacing. In that moment, Taehyung knew that he was teetering on the edge of a precipice, one wrong move away from a fate worse than death.

But just as it seemed like all hope was lost, a voice rang out from across the room—a voice Taehyung recognized as belonging to the bouncer who patrolled the bar's entrance.

Bouncer

"Hey, what's going on here?" the bouncer called out, his tone sharp with authority.

The men hesitated for a moment, their grip on Taehyung loosening just enough for him to break free. With a surge of adrenaline, Taehyung darted away from them, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced towards the safety of the bar's exit.

After his shift at the bar, Taehyung's heart felt heavy with anticipation as he approached the police station, the familiar scent of disinfectant stinging his nostrils as he stepped inside. He approached the front desk with a mix of hope and trepidation, his voice barely above a whisper as he inquired about any updates regarding his parents' accident.

Police officer

The officer behind the desk glanced up from his paperwork with a disdainful expression, his eyes cold and unsympathetic as they bore into Taehyung's own. "What do you want now?" he snapped, his tone laced with irritation.

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung faltered, taken aback by the officer's harsh demeanor. "I-I was just wondering if there have been any updates on the investigation into my parents' accident," he stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Police officer

The officer rolled his eyes, his lip curling into a sneer of contempt. "Do you really think we have time to waste on your little sob story?" he spat, his words dripping with disdain. "There are real crimes to be solved, kid. We don't have time to babysit you."

Taehyung felt a surge of anger rise within him, but he bit back the retort that threatened to spill from his lips. He knew that arguing with the officer would only worsen the situation, and he couldn't afford to jeopardize any chance of obtaining information about his parents' accident.

With a forced calmness, Taehyung nodded curtly and turned to leave, his heart heavy with frustration and disappointment. As he stepped out into the chill of the night, he couldn't shake the feeling of injustice that lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the uphill battle he faced in his quest for the truth.

As Taehyung trudged his way home through the dimly lit streets, his mind wandered back to his brief interaction with Hyungsik earlier that day. The memory brought a bittersweet smile to his lips as he imagined what his friend's reaction would be if he could see the reality of Taehyung's daily life.

Kim Taehyung (omega)

"If only Hyungsik could see me now," Taehyung murmured to himself, a wry chuckle escaping his lips. "A omega who goes to a bar and then the police station as part of his daily schedule. He'd probably be disgusted."

The words hung heavy in the air, the bitter truth of them weighing on Taehyung's heart. He couldn't help but feel a pang of shame at the thought of his friend witnessing the depths to which he had sunk, the struggles he faced just to make it through each day.

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