The second part will be up later. After DeadBeautiful and ateez one shot. So vote and comment a lot okay???
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"The topic I gave for the essay was quite easy so I expected you to write better with a good vocabulary and phrases. Even a class five student could've written the way you guys did. then what's the point of you being in class eight if you're going to express your thoughts like that."

Meera stood at the back with the other parents of the students. It was an open session so that the parents could see how the teachers teach their kids. Meera was nervous and kept playing with her fingers. She wasn't used to going out in public places alone. She feared being in crowded places. She was just waiting for this to get over so she could go back and lock herself in her room.

"But only student .." the teacher looked around, "..just one student out of thirty students did great. He expressed his thoughts well and honestly speaking I was quite impressed by his writing style."

Meera's eyes went to her son who was looking back at her with sparkly eyes. He waved his hand lightly. But Meera gave him a tight smile. There were times when she was still scared of her own son.

"But Mr Jung.. what was the topic?" A parent asked. They were all curious to know. The teacher let out a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I was nervous too so I forgot to mention it." The parents laughed it off finding it cute.

"It was the person I love the most."

He continued, "now you see, it was an easy topic and I didn't focus on the person they loved. My whole focus was on their writing style. The whole time I kept thinking 'ah can they make me realise how important and precious that person is to them'. Some wrote that they love themselves some wrote about their idols or some even mentioned their lovers."

The parents laughed and then nodded understanding the teacher's point of view. The said man went back to his desk and picked up the essay sheet. "This is the essay of the person who moved my heart with his words. Well done Kim Yeontan."

Yeontan stood up with a proud smile on his face. He bowed to his teacher before beaming at his mother. He was excited to see her reaction but saw none. His smile dropped. He sat back on his seat and curled his fingers in tight fists.

Why isn't she happy? I did well. The teacher complimented me in front of everyone. So why? Why isn't she proud of me? Why?! Calm down Yeontan. I should be patient. Father said that I should be patient.

"This student wrote about someone very dear to him. He wrote about his mother."

Some mothers around Meera looked at her with envy. "You're so lucky. Yeontan is such a good boy." Meera turned to look the woman who talked with her as if they've been friends for a long time. She looked familiar but had no idea as to who she was. So she just nodded awkwardly and looked to the front.

"It really moved my heart. So I would like all of you to give it a read and see how he beautifully did he write." The teacher handed out copies to the students who were in awe.

Meera heard some random sentences from the students who whispered lightly while reading.

Mother. Protect. Beautiful. Pure. Safe. World. Always. Forever. Life. Father.

"I never knew Yeontan was such a gem." Another lady commented. "I wish she could date my daughter." Some laughed it off while others called her selfish.

Everything seemed hazy to Meera. She was physically present there but mentally, she was already in her room all locked up. She wanted to run away. She didn't realise as she started breathing heavily. She clutched her blouse over her heart before losing her balance.

"Yeontan's mom, are you okay?" The lady from before helped her up. Meera nodded slightly.

She stood up again and apologised for causing inconvenience. Suddenly she felt a certain coldness around her. Her pupils shook. She was afraid to look in her son's direction. She could feel his cold glares all over her body.

The session ended and she was the first one to leave the room. She didn't wait to initiate formalities. Yeontan rushed out, following her to make sure she's okay.

"Eomma wait!"

Some mothers found it odd. They always considered Meera an odd mother. She never talked to other mothers or participated in any activity. They weren't even expecting her to participate in the session. She barely interacted with them.

She didn't want to come but Mr Kim asked her to. She had been locking herself in her a room these days so he asked her to go out. Fresh air will do you good.

"Eomma!"

Yeontan quickly caught up to her. He held her arm to stop her but Meera yanked his arm and went to the car. The boy could do nothing except follow her. He sat back with her while the driver drove to their home.

"Eomma?" He asked gently trying not to scare her. He didn't even know what he did. He was sure that she was all acting up because of the crowd and unnecessary conversations with other mothers.

"Eomma? Are you okay?"

When she didn't reply he asked the driver to take them to hospital.

"No!" She replied rather loudly. "I'm not going to any hospital! I'm fine!" Her loud voice was contradicting her body language. She was sitting too close to the door all curled up. She made sure she sat away from Yeontan.

The boy was hurt. His feelings were hurt. He was looking forward to the day but it was all ruined. He tried scooting a little closer to see if she was actually fine but she slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me."

"Eomma.." his eyes welled with tears. Did I do something? But what did I do? Is she not happy with the essay? It could be. Maybe she didn't like it. Fuck. I should've written better.

"I'll call Mr Kim at home then." He said softly so that his mother could hear. Meera was uncomfortable. She completely ignored him all the ride.

I should be patient. Father said to be patient. That's the only way I could win her over. But until when?! I can't wait!

They soon reached their home. Meera was eager to go to her room but things didn't go according to her wishes.

"Eomma!"

Yeontan had it enough. He roughly held her arm and slammed her against the wall. He looked dead straight into her eyes. His nostrils flared in anger while she squirmed in his embrace. He was way taller and stronger than her. Physically she was nothing in front of him.

"What are you doing?! Leave me this instant!"

"Shut up! I really don't understand what I did wrong! Just tell me and I'll fix it! I will really fix it!"

Meera was taken aback by his yelling. She was close to crying. Her eyes were already filled with tears. She was trembling in his arms. "P-please.. let me go. Please."

Yeontan's hands went to her shoulders gripping them tighter than before to make her look him in the eye. He was clenching his teeth asking her to answer quickly.

"Tell me then?! I've been no nice to you like father is. I did everything you asked me to do. I study hard and get good grades. I'm kind and polite to everyone. I don't hurt anyone. Then why eomma? Why are you so scared of me?! WHY?!"

"T-tan ah.. you're my precious Tan right?"

Meera said slowly and gently. She was hoping maybe this way he'll let her go. Her heart was hammering against her chest. He was like his father but still wasn't. Mr Kim is all calm. He could control his emotions while Yeontan can't. He acts on his emotions.

Yeontan happily nodded with tears forming in his eyes. It's been a while since Meera called him Tan.

"Yes eomma. I'm your precious Tan. Say it again eomma. Please. It sounds beautiful when you say it."

He looked like a madman. He was so close to crying but now was smiling like crazy. Meera was scared to her bones but she had to do as he says. She gulped before saying it again.

"Tan."

Yeontan was smiling brightly. His hold on her loosened which he didn't even notice. Instead his hands went to her cheeks gently cupping them.

"Eomma. I'm your Tan. Only you can call me Tan. I wrote the essay for you. I worked so hard on it. Why didn't you like it? I just wanted to see you proud of me."

"I-I..." Meera had nothing to say. She was still trembling but Yeontan failed to notice it. He held her hand and made her pat his head. Meera got the clue and slowly brushed her fingers in his hair. Yeontan slowly moved his head back in bliss. He liked her touch. It was calming and soothing.

"Eomma. Don't be scared of me. I just want to see you happy. I'll protect you. Always. Trust me."

Meera's hand stopped moving. Those words brought a fear in her heart. "Eomma what's wrong?"

"Eomma?!l

She immediately pushed him away with all her strength and ran to the bathroom inside her room. She quickly locked the door. But before she did she saw Yeontan's eyes. He had fire in his eyes. She could never forget that murderous look.

"Eomma!" He banged the door over and over again. "Eomma please! Open the door!" His words were desperate but his actions were violent. Meera continued stepping back till she could no more.

"Open the fucking door! If I open this door I won't leave you alone! Eomma!"

"Eomma! You could hurt yourself! Please! Let me see you!"

Her eyes went around the big luxurious bathroom looking for something. She then went inside the shower cubicle and locked the door again. She sat in the corner looking at the door. She could still hear the powerful bangs but compared to before they weren't loud.

She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her head on it. But something made her feel anxious. She looked up and screamed loudly.

Joy

She screamed again and covered her ears in hopes that she would leave. But she didn't. Instead she looked all bloodied now. Joy had a smirk on her face as she sat in the opposite corner of the cubicle.

"I didn't do anything! Why can't you leave me?!"

Meera closed her eyes again and continued screaming her lungs out. Things became worse when she felt a touch on her shoulder. She felt a presence beside her. She didn't want to look up. She didn't want to open her eyes.

"Noona? Do you not want to see me? Don't you miss me?"

Jeon Jungkook

"Go away please!! WHY?! Just why?!"

Yeontan grew worried when he heard his mother's screams. He again banged on the door. "Eomma just open the door. Let me help you!" He was panicking himself. He knew what to do but couldn't since she had locked herself in the bathroom.

"Eomma please. Listen to me..."

But Meera was far away to listen anything. Her hallucinations were worse at the moment. She could feel them touch her and whisper in her ears. She could only scream to move them away and distract herself.

But suddenly she remembered something. She had her bag with her. She lowered herself to her knees and made sure her hair covered her face as she called someone. She roughly wiped her tears to calm herself. Her one and only saviour.

"He hurt you. Why are you with him? You should be with me Meera..."

Park Jimin

"Mr Kim!"
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Kim Taehyung was in a meeting. He was with some high officials negotiating with them about the next project when his phone buzzed continuously. He shut his eyes close ready to murder the person who dared to disturb him.

But the anger faded away when he saw that his angel was calling him. If someone else he would've smashed his phone by now but it was his angel so it was okay. He raised his hand up to let the people know that he'll be taking the call, and went out. The high government officials were dumbfounded at his behaviour but let it go assuming it to be an emergency which it was.

"Mr Kim!"

He heard her worried voice followed by some heart wrenching screams. "Angel?"

"Where are you Mr Kim?! You said you'll never leave me! I need you here! Please! I feel like I would die!"

She was yelling and screaming. Mr Kim did what he had to. "Listen to my voice. Focus on my voice." He began talking to her while leaving the venue and motioning his subordinates to arrange a car back to his home. He simply left the meeting not caring enough to tell them something.

His angel was and is his only priority.

He went to the main gates while talking to her. Meera had calmed down to a certain extent. But she was still scared.

"J-jisoo .. jisoo is still here. She is smiling at me. Mr Kim! Please! Ask her to go away!" Her screams never stopped and it was hurting him.

Who made my angel act this way? She was all fine before. What happened?

Angel don't worry. I'm coming back. I'll take care of you.

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