"I didn't realise it at first too..." Taehyung let out a tiny chuckle. "My feelings."
Another long pause.
"Seokjin sunbae-nim... Seokjin-ssi." Taehyung paused. "I don't know you very well, and you don't know me either. I don't really have many friends, and I've never really told anyone about my problems, or family issues. But I'll make an exception today, for your sake.
"My mom passed away when I was little, and so I live with my dad. Well... not even Jisoo knows this, but my dad... he's is an alcoholic... and an abusive father. Everyday I'm afraid of going home, everyday I fear that when I go home, my dad might eventually beat me to death. At night, I go to sleep only after making sure my door and windows are locked, fearing that he'd come in at night, all drunk, and murder me.
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"My dad hates me, and even though I feel so much disgust and fear whenever I see him... I just can't bring myself to hate him. He's my only relative, I can't afford to report him and get him locked in jail. So everyday, I bear with the verbal and physical abuses he hurls at me, hiding my wounds from my friends in school - well, from the few friends I have anyway.
"Well, you as you can see, Seokjin-ssi..." Taehyung let out a breathy laugh. "I've never experienced what it's like to be loved before. The only perception I got of love... was from my best friend and even then, I never knew what love was. But I was okay. I knew that everyone who was close to me... would eventually leave my side."
Taehyung chuckled softly. "But not for Jisoo - Jisoo wasn't like everyone else, she was always by my side. And at the beginning, I was confused. I asked myself, why does this girl keep appearing next to me no matter how hard I try to push her away? I even got annoyed, I really couldn't understand. But one day, all of that changed.
"I slowly began finding myself going to the same place everyday, checking if she would be there if I went. Whenever I felt a tap on my shoulder, I would find myself turning around eagerly, expecting her to be the one, and feel a little disappointed whenever it wasn't her. I soon found myself flipping through my notes, wondering if I'd see her little doodles on the next page, and smile to myself when I actually find them, as I take a photo for memory's sake.
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