Taehyung was once the bright light in every room-the boy who's laughs had the power to light up another's world, who spread positivity and warmth to everyone around him. He was the friend you could count on, the one who never let anything dull his s...
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September 23rd. Two days left until his mother's birthday-a reminder of what he had lost. What he'd never get back.
Taehyung paused for a moment as he stared at the date on his phone. It hit him like a wave, rushing through his chest.The memory of her face, her laugh, her warmth... all the things he had lost in the blink of an eye.
He let out a breath, trying to push the sadness away, but it clung to him like a shadow. As usual, he got ready for university, dressing quickly and avoiding his reflection in the mirror. He didn't want to see the person he'd become-the one that everyone mocked, the one no longer worthy of love.
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At lunch, Taehyung sat by himself, poking at his food absentmindedly. Every bite felt like it was being watched, every movement of his hand exaggerated in the eyes of the students around him. He wasn't hungry anymore.
Just like always...
The usual humiliation crept in, and he pushed his tray away, deciding it was better to just leave. He didn't want to be the center of attention. He didn't want to give them anything else to talk about. He grabbed his bag and left the cafeteria, making his way up to the terrace-his quiet escape from the noise of the world.
Why do they hate me so much? Taehyung thought, sinking further into himself. It felt like everything was against him. The feeling of being a target, always alone, always judged.
At least today, he could have some peace. The terrace was quiet, and for the first time in days, Taehyung felt the weight of the campus pressure lighten a little.
But as soon as he stepped out onto the terrace, he froze. A guy was sitting on the bench near the corner, a smirk forming on his lips when he saw Taehyung.
Taehyung felt a familiar knot tighten in his stomach. Not again... He wanted to turn and leave, but before he could react, the guy was already walking toward him, his steps heavy and sure.
"Where are you going, princess?" the guy sneered, his grip suddenly tightening around Taehyung's wrist, pulling him toward him. Taehyung's breath hitched in his throat. He tried to pull away, but the grip was like iron. The guy's touch felt like fire against his skin, and every second that passed felt like his skin was crawling.
"I said, where do you think you're going?" the guy repeated, his tone dripping with malice. "Don't pretend you don't want this. You think you're too good for this?"
Taehyung's heart hammered in his chest, his mind a blur of panic and disgust. He couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
He felt the guy's hand on his chest, pushing him back against the wall of the terrace. The world around him seemed to close in, and Taehyung fought back tears, the humiliation, the degradation sinking deeper into his bones.
