Vengeful Echoes ( Taekook) (Vkook)
i really did my best , trust me
In the quiet moments of the night, when the rest of the world was lost in slumber, Taehyung found solace in the strokes of his paintbrush. With each delicate movement, he poured his heart and soul onto the canvas, creating vivid images of a world long gone—a world where his parents had been his guiding lights, his pillars of strength.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
As he worked, Taehyung spoke to his parents as if they were there beside him, their spirits hovering in the air like silent guardians. "Mom, Dad," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "Why did you leave me? Why did you have to go?"
Kim Taehyung (omega)
His words echoed in the empty room, unanswered and unheard, but Taehyung continued to speak, his voice growing stronger with each passing moment. "I miss you," he said, his voice tinged with longing. "I miss your laughter, your smiles, your gentle touch. I miss everything about you."
Tears welled in Taehyung's eyes as he spoke, his heart heavy with the weight of his grief. But as he dipped his brush into the paint once more, he felt a sense of peace wash over him—a fleeting moment of connection with his parents, however distant they may be.
As Taehyung sat before his paintings, he found himself pouring out his heart to the silent figures that adorned the canvas. With each stroke of his brush, he spoke of his trials and tribulations, his triumphs and failures, as if his parents were there to listen.
Kim Taehyung (omega)
"Mom, Dad," he began, his voice trembling with emotion. "Today was another tough day. Namjoon sir expects so much from me, and I'm not sure I can live up to his expectations. But I'm trying, I really am."
Kim Taehyung (omega)
He paused, his eyes tracing the lines of his parents' faces as if seeking reassurance. "I wish you were here," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could talk to you, confide in you, like I used to. But I know you're watching over me, guiding me through these difficult times."
With a heavy heart, Taehyung recounted the events of his day—the grueling training sessions, the harsh words of his instructors, the taunts and jeers of his fellow recruits. But amidst the hardships, there were moments of hope and camaraderie—the encouraging words of Namjoon, the support of his teammates, the small victories that reminded him of his strength and resilience.
And as he spoke, Taehyung felt a sense of peace settle over him—a reminder that, no matter how dark the night may seem, there is always a glimmer of light to guide him through. With his parents as his silent companions, he knew that he could face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with the strength of their love and the wisdom of their guidance.
As Taehyung immersed himself in his paintings, he heard a soft knock on the door, interrupting his reverie. Turning, he saw Namjoon standing in the doorway, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Kim Namjoon (Alpha) (Mafia Leader)
"Taehyung," Namjoon said, stepping into the room. "I know you've been working hard on your training, but I want you to remember that your studies are just as important."
Kim Taehyung (omega)
Taehyung nodded, a sense of determination flickering in his eyes. "I understand, sir," he replied. "I'll do my best to keep up with my coursework."
Kim Namjoon (Alpha) (Mafia Leader)
Namjoon smiled, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. "Good," he said. "Because I have big plans for you, Taehyung. I want you to become really good with coding."
Kim Taehyung (omega)
Taehyung's brow furrowed in confusion. "Coding?" he echoed, his interest piqued. "But how is coding important in our line of work?"
Kim Namjoon (Alpha) (Mafia Leader)
Namjoon chuckled, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, it's more important than you think," he explained. "In today's world, everything is connected—our phones, our computers, even our security systems. And if you know how to manipulate those systems, you hold the power to control them."
Kim Namjoon (Alpha) (Mafia Leader)
Namjoon continued. "Imagine being able to hack into a rival organization's database, or to disable their surveillance cameras with a few lines of code. With your skills in coding, you'll be able to do all that and more."
As Namjoon spoke, Taehyung felt a sense of excitement building within him. Coding had always been a passion of his, a hobby that he had pursued in his spare time. And now, to hear that it could be useful in his new life as a member of the mafia—it was like a dream come true.
With renewed determination, Taehyung vowed to throw himself into his studies with everything he had. He may have been facing a world of danger and uncertainty, but with Namjoon's guidance and the power of coding at his fingertips, he knew that he would be ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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