Our Past Lives ( Taekook)
Episode 4: Shadows of Disdain
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After what felt like hours of carefully preparing the meal, Taehyung finally set the last dish on the dining table, his movements slow and deliberate. He took a step back, casting a final glance over the spread, making sure everything was perfect. He wiped his hands on his worn apron, then made his way toward his children’s rooms. His heart beat a little faster as he neared their door, a small, persistent glimmer of hope whispering that maybe tonight would be different.
He knocked softly, waiting until he heard a faint acknowledgment.
Kim taehyung (RO)
“Dinner is ready, young masters,” he called gently, his voice softer than a whisper.
The door opened, and his two sons emerged, but instead of the warmth he craved, they greeted him with looks of disgust, their expressions hard and cold. He could feel their eyes sweeping over him, lingering on his unkempt appearance, his clothes worn and stained from hours of cooking and cleaning.
His eldest, Gukkie, barely suppressed a sneer, his voice sharp and cutting.
gukkie (E) (15 yr tae first son)
“You should go take a bath. You stink,”
He spat, his nose wrinkling as though being near Taehyung was intolerable.
The words cut through Taehyung like a blade, slicing through the fragile hope he had clung to. His breath caught, but he forced himself to stay calm, his heart twisting painfully. He lowered his head, swallowing the hurt as best as he could, bowing slightly as they brushed past him without another word. They moved down the hallway toward the dining room, laughing and chatting, oblivious to the ache they had left in their wake.
He stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of their rejection settle over him like a shroud. They hadn’t seen him as their mother, as someone who loved them beyond words. No, to them, he was an embarrassment, a mere shadow, someone not worthy of even the most basic respect.
Slowly, he turned and followed them down the hallway, each step heavier than the last. His heart felt like it was breaking all over again, the ache of their disdain fresh and raw. They were his children, his own flesh and blood, yet he was nothing to them. He was a servant, an outsider in their lives, someone they were ashamed to be around.
As he reached the dining room, he lingered by the doorway, watching from a distance as his sons took their seats. They didn’t even glance in his direction, their attention focused on each other, sharing stories and laughter he had never been invited into. He wanted to join them, to sit beside them, to be a part of their world — but he knew he didn’t belong there.
His fingers tightened around the edge of the doorway, his knuckles white as he fought to keep his composure. How many times had he told himself that he could endure anything if it meant being close to them? How many times had he swallowed his pride, his pain, just for a fleeting moment of connection, just for a sliver of the love he had spent his life giving?
Yet each day, each word, each look of disdain reminded him that he was no closer to them than he had been fifteen years ago. His heart was a hollow, aching shell, a vessel that had poured out all it had to give — yet received nothing in return.
He wished, just once, that he could reach them, that they could see past his worn clothes and tired eyes, that they could see the love he held for them. But that was a dream as distant as the stars, a longing that would forever remain unfulfilled.
Silently, he turned back, retreating to the kitchen where he was meant to stay, where he wouldn’t tarnish their perfect world with his presence. The emptiness in his heart grew with each step, the walls around him cold and unyielding.
What was a mother, he wondered, if not someone who loved unconditionally? But was he even allowed to call himself that when his children refused to see him as one? And in that lonely, hollow space, Taehyung let himself wonder — just for a moment — if he would ever truly be enough.
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mahi cuite
Why all of them do this to tae even his children what he done
2024-11-26
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mika0613
even I'm rude to my mother sometime but
damn the guilt I feel immediately after the rude words gets out from my mouth_
it's killing _
and this bràts _
someone should just beat the shít out of them damn
2025-01-06
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mika0613
mannerless insensitive arrogant bràts
2025-01-06
1