I Need U | Taehyung, BTS

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Title: I Need U

Type: Scenario | Drabbles | Reactions  

Pairing: Taehyung, BTS

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Friendship | Other -

Words: 1170

Taehyung was debating whether or not he should enter. Standing outside the door of the little apartment, he took a step forward and raised his hand to knock but shrivelled back into his shell, and dropped his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The wind was hitting him like ice but he never felt it. He wore the leather jacket that his mother had bought him every day, and never seemed to feel cold. But under all the layers of clothing he wore, he felt as dark as the black attire itself. With the hood over his head, it was definite, he wouldn't be bothered by anyone, he was unapproachable.

He froze when he heard shrieks and wood breaking from inside the house.


The single thought that came to the boy's mind. He burst through the door, not caring about anything but her.

The first thing he saw was his pitiful mother, cowering on the floor with her arms over her face and his father pacing up and down the hallway, talking to himself aggressively and punching a few things here and there.

"Yah!" his father hollered as soon as he saw Taehyung. "Here," tossing Taehyung some 500₩ coins he continued as if he wasn't even surprised to see him, "buy me something to drink. Something strong."


"Quick!" he interrupted, glancing over at Taehyung's mother, "I'm losing my patience with this one."

Taehyung looked over at his mother who was watching him through her tears. He wanted to protest, he wanted to throw this man to the ground, but the angelic, battered face of his mother was telling him not to, telling him to obey his father before anything worse could happen. Taehyung sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead and mouthing to his mom, 'I'll be back'.

"AAAAHHHH!" Taehyung yelled as soon as he had closed the door. He rushed forward to the wall and collided into it with the tip of his head. He lifted his fist and punched it into the wall beside him, completely oblivious to those around him. With useless tears, he turned and leant his back against the flat wall, sliding himself down.

Why was I given this life?

Why was my beautiful mother born to suffer? Why was she born to die?

He hated being alone. Although it seemed like he loved his own company, he felt better surrounded by people, surrounded by distractions, distractions that make him forget these stupid thoughts going around in his head. He hated it.

He got up, pulled the black hood over his head once more and dawdled onto the path in front of him, dawdling away from his reality.

He didn't want to see that man again. Yes, he was the man that he had inherited his amazingly good looks from, but he was also the man that he had inherited his short temper from.

Taehyung had never believed in the saying 'it's in your blood'. He never thought that one's personality was like their parents because it was 'in their genes' rather because of influence, because they had been cultivated by those traits ever since they were little, causing them to become the same.

Taehyung was no exception. His short temper, tendency to raise a fist when rage hits, the nature in which he never accepts his own faults, and always blames it on others. It was all built into him as he watched these characteristics in action from his father.

As Taehyung walked down the street, making decisions in his head regarding what he was going to do about his father. He did not want to oblige with him and buy him any liquor but by making that decision, it will result in more pain for his mother.

Along the path he found a long stick and some stones lying on the ground, most likely the remains of some little kids' play. Picking up the stick, he began to poke around the grounds, shoving bottle caps and rocks.

While millions of thoughts were circling his mind.

If I'm gone then my mother wouldn't need to suffer, right?

It was all too much for him, he looked up, to the heavens for help. Lifting up the stick, he slashed a can sitting on the handlebar of the fence, watching as its contents sprouted out like a waterfall, before marking his territory by spitting at the ground. This was the way he grew up, this was the way his father figure behaved, this was the only way he knew how to act.

"He was at it again," they boys whipped their heads around to see Taehyung shuffling in, looking hopeless.

No one had to ask what he meant; they all knew.


"AAAHHHHHH!" they were startled as he suddenly screamed, throwing the empty soju bottles he was holding against the wall and watched as they shattered against the cement, and rebounded off, endangering everything in its surroundings.

"Yah!" Namjoon cried, lunging forward to hold him down by his arms.

"Taehyung-ah!" Jimin yelled as well as he rushed forward to pull him into an embrace. Taehyung just stared at the floor, his expression remained still, they could all tell he was way past angry, he was furious.

Taehyung managed to slip himself out of Jimin's arms and crash on to the floor, as if he was pushed down by all the burden on his shoulders.

"I'm so sick of it!" he screamed, "Do you know how hard it is to go home and see my mother like that?" He looked up at the rest and they saw the emotion behind his eyes, full of desperation and sadness. Tears were falling freely but he never took the time to wipe them away as he continued to yell. "Do you know how hard it is to see her holding on to him despite all that because of me?! BECAUSE SHE CAN'T AFFORD TO RAISE ME ON HER OWN?!"

"Hyung, we-" Jungkook started but Taehyung couldn't stop.

"It's all because of me," he buried his head in his hands and they watched as the tears kept spilled through his fingers.

"Taehyung-ah, listen," Hoseok kneeled down next to him and rubbed his back, "she's your mother. All mothers do crazy things for the sake of their children."

"She's risking her life! She could die!"


"I don't want to hear my name again, I don't want to hear you say that name again," he cut Yoongi off in a more assertive tone. "I don't deserve to use the name my mother gave me if all I do is encourage her to put herself in danger. I ask, ask, ask for food, money, clothes, and she gives them to me, without a second word. She gives me everything but all I do is watch her suffer?"

The one unheard voice spoke up.

"You're not just watching her suffer Tae," Seokjin whispered, "you're suffering too."

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