Ignore mistakes, please...Hope you are gonna enjoy this new story.

Third person P.O.V

Taehyung was working at the nightclub.. he was tired of his routine. In the morning he works at a store and in the evening he works at a nightclub... only to earn a small amount of money to survive. His father or more accurately his stepfather always made him do more work, to earn more money only to fulfill the requirements of his bad habits. His father always drinks alcohol and used to take drugs since the death of Taehyung's mother.

That cruel man even didn't allow the poor boy to go to university to complete his degree. He even froze his semester with the hope that maybe one day he can continue... he hates to work in night clubs as he was always being attacked by some brats, hungry for beauty, lusty for that hunger...

He has to complete his work as soon as possible as he was so much tired. Letting out a big sigh while placing empty glasses on the counter, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Hi, Taetae." Jimin chirped from distance, making the other boy smile.

"Hi, Jiminie... How are you?" Taehyung quickly wiped his hands and moved toward the small boy and hugged him tightly. He always forgets his hardships when he spends some time with his brother-like friend. Jimin is his only best friend since high school. They spend a lot of time together and know each other well. Jimin knows how Taehyung's father beat him and hurt him but he can't do anything because he was also poor and had to take care of his sick mother. But still, the angelic soul tried his best to help Tae.

"I am fine Taetae. How are you? And how's the work? If the owner is like the previous one, just tell me if he teases you in any way. I will kill him.." Jimin said while rolling his sleeves, making the other one laugh.

"No Jiminie. He is a good man. By the way, where have you been? You know that I miss you when you don't visit me. It's already been a month..." Taehyung muttered the last part. As he always feels comfortable around him and Jimin only meets him at his job because of his father who becomes angry whenever he tried to meet him at his house.

"Taebear, actually I was searching for an opportunity. I heard that a company is hiring new employees and sending them to other cities. They are offering a good salary. So I was busy finding more information about that." Jimin explained while hanging his head low. He was not so much happy as he have to move away from his best friend.

"Oh... So what's the news? Please give me some good news." Taehyung winked to make his mood light, unlike his inside which was shaking at the thought that he is gonna be alone, something that always terrifies him.

"Jimineeee. Come on... tell me, man." Taehyung whined cutely to make the other one smile.

"I- I got the job, Taebear and they told me to go to Busan in two days. I don't want to leave but I have no choice. My mother needs treatment but I also don't want to leave you alone." Jimin sobbed...tears brimming in his eyes. He knows that his father always made him suffer and he only feels better with him. Taehyung is a little reserved because of his poverty. He is a jolly boy but people usually insult him because of his status, making the boy scared of the cruel world.

Taehyung was already feeling alone only with the thought of being distant from his best friend but he wanted to make Jimin happy.

"I am so happy for you Chimchim..." He tightly hugged the blonde again and after some more heartwarming chats with each other, Jimin finally left with a smile, credit goes to Taehyung who made him smile because of his cuteness and some sassy jokes.

After completing his work he also left for his home only to meet with his drunk father.

His house was in a shabby place. Slowly opening the door with the hope that his father may be asleep, he made his way towards the kitchen to eat something as he was hungry since morning. While he was searching for something to eat, he heard a shattering sound making him turn back only to see his father who broke the cheap wine bottle on the floor and carried the broken upper part of the glass bottle.

"Why are you late, you brat?" He scoffed as he slowly stumbled towards Taehyung, who was moving backward with his father's approaching footsteps.

"I- I have some extra work father," Taehyung said in a soft voice as he remembered how his father beat him with his belt when he raised his voice.

"Ohhh... Ok... Give me the money." He stretched his hand towards Taehyung while his other hand was still holding that broken bottle, making the poor boy scared.

"Fa-father, the owner said he will give me money on Saturdays. He told me that... AHHHHH.." Taehyung was cut off when his father made a long cut on his arm with the broken glass. The poor boy screamed but that old man didn't budge.

"I said... GIVE ME THE MONEY. I NEED MONEY YOU WHORE. YOU ARE SUCH A USELESS BRAT." The man tightened his grip on the boy's hand as he started struggling.

"Fa- father pl- please... I don't have any more money, I gave you all.. please st- sto.. ARGHHH.." Taehyung groaned again when his father started making cuts on his back and then he punched the poor boy in the stomach, making him fall on the floor. The man started cursing him while continued kicking in his stomach. The boy lost all of his energy and he didn't notice when the old man left him just like that... crying and sobbing on the floor.

Somehow he managed to go to his room.. only to fall on the bed without any ounce of energy.

The next morning, Taehyung opened his eyes, grunting in pain. His whole body was aching in pain and he wanted to rest but he have to go to the store otherwise his father will beat him.. again.

He squirmed uncomfortably on his bed, trying his best to avoid the aching muscles before leaving the bed, and after getting ready he left for his job.

After his shift in the store, he bid goodbye to the owner and left for the club. It was Friday, so there was an extra rush in the club... means extra work. He scrunched his nose at the smell of alcohol mixed with the sweat of people who were dancing like there is no tomorrow.

He quickly grabbed his apron and went to the counter to do his job. He was doing his work when he heard a boy calling for him on the counter. He smiled officially and asked what the customer wants without glancing up at the boy.

"Hi. Can you serve anything?" The boy asked sarcastically making Taehuyung look at his face in confusion.

"This is the list of drinks we serve. You can have a look, sir." Taehyung simply replied.

"Can you serve yourself?" The boy asked in a serious tone, ignoring the small booklet in front of him. Taehyung tilted his head when the boy started laughing while shaking his head, probably on his expression.

"I was joking. Well, I am Bogum. Park Bogum. And you?" He asked in a sweet tone. Taehyung shook his head a little but somehow replied because he was strictly ordered to behave nicely with customers especially on Friday night as most rich people visit this club on Friday.

"Taehyung... Kim Taehyung." He said while continued doing his work. Soon another man came to the counter, completely wasted. The drunk man made his way toward Taehyung and suddenly grabbed his hand making him yelp in pain because of the cuts.

"Hey, little beauty... What are you doing here? Hmm? Come to the VIP room. I will pay you 5 times than your job." The man smirked as he tried to touch Taehyung's face. The boy struggled with a strong grip but all in vain, he wasn't strong enough to fight back that bulky man. But as the man tried to touch his lips, someone punched him hard on his jaw, making him lose his grip. The man fell on the floor and luckily no one noticed because of the very loud music.

Taehyung panicked about the situation and he looked at the man who punched the bulky man...
"B- Bogum?" He muttered and ran towards him to stop him from further chaos.

"What are you do- doing, Mr. Park?" Taehyung practically dragged the older one to the corner. He was scared, what if his boss saw that what if he loses his job... his father will surely kill him.

"Please, don't be scared Taehuyng. It's ok. I just can't see that. He was harassing you. How can I bear that when someone harasses my friend." Bogum said in a soft voice as he hugged the shaking boy whose mind was stuck on the word FRIEND.

"Friend?" Taehyung mumbled the word.

"Yes, friend. We are friends from now on." Bogum said smiling as he pulled back from the hug, the bulky man already disappeared from their view. Taehyung smiled a bit when he heard the word friend.

"You look cute when you smile so, just smile like that Taehyung." Bogum stroked his hair making the younger smile again. He was happy to find a new friend. Bogum left after some time when he got a call.

Taehyung left the club at 1 am after completing his work. He was happy that no one noticed the mess with that bulky man and moreover, he got a new friend. Well as far as he can call that as the other said it himself.

Walking to the alley he used to walk to go to his house, he saw the same bulky man he met in the club. Taehyung become scared, he quickly moved back and started running another way. He was running and running until he felt his legs give up. He stopped to take some breath, hands on his knees when he looked over his shoulder only to make sure that no one was chasing him. A smile formed on his lips in victory but it soon faded away when he heard someone's cry and grunts.

He looked to his side where a man was hovering over something.... no... over someone. A loud shrill scream was heard in the silent alley. Taehyung was standing there, his every nerve screaming at him to run but his muscles were stubborn, didn't even move an inch. He couldn't hold but gasp in horror at the loud scream, diverting the attention of the man towards him.

The man...Nah... the boy turned to face Taehyung. His black hair was almost covering his dark eyes, and his black suit along with his black hair was showing a black aura, screaming danger. Taehyung's body started shaking when his eyes fell on something shiny on his hands. A knife with blood.... while his other hand was holding a gun. The sight was frightening but then Taehyung's gaze fell on the man who was grunting in pain, with so many cuts and bruises on his whole body, and blood oozing, soaking his whole suit.

He was still looking at the injured man who was grunting but he jolted back badly when the boy who was standing in front of him shot the man without looking back at him. Taehyung's eyes widened as that black-haired boy started moving closer... closer... and closer till they were only a few steps apart. 

His heart was beating faster, his whole body was shaking badly, and his breathing was uneven. Even when his mind was still screaming at him to run and save himself, he found his feet frozen on the spot. The abused body was again aching in agony, making his hand move that made its way to his chest only to clench the cloth covering his poor heart that was beating so furiously that made him difficult to breathe. 

The raven-haired boy finally came right in front of his face, he looked at him with a smirk, but soon his smirk disappeared as an angry expression took over his face, making him scarier than before. Without saying a single word he grabbed Taehyung's jaw tightly.

"Who the hell are you? Hm? What are you doing here??"

"Who send you here?" The boy yelled, his booming voice echoed in the empty street but Taehyung was too afraid to say a word as his other hand tried to move the boy's hand away from his skin. The raven-haired scoffed and freed the jaw but in turn, he took hold of Taehyung's neck, pressing it with full force, making him choke.

"Tell me. I asked something from you." The dangerous boy again growled and in the meantime, 2 more males ran towards them. One of them started handling the dead body while the other was standing right behind the boy.

"Who is he, JK?" The other male asked with a hint of confusion written on his face.

"I don't know. I think he is mute or something like that." The boy named JK, replied sarcastically with a smirk. But at that point Taehyung lost all of his energy, his vision became blurry, slowly turning black as he stopped struggling and his arms hung low on his sides. The other noticed that he is losing consciousness so he loosened his grip causing Taehyung to slump down on the ground, coughing badly.

"I am asking for one last time, WHO SEND YOU HERE?" JK again growled at the still coughing boy and when he didn't receive any answer, he became angrier and yanked Taehyung up by his arms with a fierce look on his face but before he could do anything...hunger, pain, frustration, and terror took over as poor boy fell unconscious in his arms.

JK smirked while looking at the limp body of the boy in his arms. His hair fell on his eyes, lashes almost touching his cheeks, and his skin looked pale to the extent that he could be mistaken for a doll.

JK picked him up and started moving toward his car, his smirk still evident on his lips.

"Jackson! Clean the mess and Namjoon, drive us to the mansion. I want to talk with someone." JK said coldly as he almost threw the boy in his arms on the back seat of his expensive car.

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Hi everyone. My new book. New story. But one thing is the same. TAEKOOK 🥺. Hope you like it. I purple you all