Taehyung POV

I yawned and stretched as I got off the bus and slowly made my way down the dark street which led to my house. Dreading each step that I took towards said destination, mainly because I knew what I was going to find there.

I quietly unlocked the door, hoping and praying that she was asleep so I wouldn't have to force myself to talk to her like everything was normal and okay.

Like she was still the woman I used to call my mother.

I closed the door behind me and tiptoed to the kitchen, thankful that she hadn't heard me so far. I placed the takeout I had gotten her, on the kitchen table and rubbed the bridge of my nose as I looked at the digital clock on the microwave that read four am.

I didn't have any classes today, but that didn't mean that I was going to spend the rest of the day lazing about like any normal person my age would. On the contrary, I had to get to work within the next hour and had just about enough time for a quick shower and maybe a bite.

"It's your fault he left you know." Said a voice behind me and I did not have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. After all, it had been all I have been hearing for the past few years now.

"He couldn't handle having a disgrace like you as our son." She said as he took a long sip of the alcoholic drink in her hand and glared at me as if I was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen.

"I wonder what he would have said if he knew you were coming home at four in the morning, screwing men the entire night." She said as he sneered at me and leaned on the walk for support.

Well I couldn't give a flying fuck what the bastard thinks mother. He's the one who left you while I stayed.

I thought. But there was no way in hell I was going to say that and have another argument which will probably last for another few hours, instead I just sighed and walked past her and her curses and made my way upstairs to my room where I closed the door behind me in hopes of drowning out her voice, not that it helped since she began screaming from downstairs.

She had stopped the physical abuse when I grew to the extent that she had to literally look up to see me, and it hurt knowing that the only reason she stopped was because she couldn't anymore and not because she wanted to stop.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, listening to all the curses she spew at me. Telling me I should die and burn in hell. That I was the spawn of satan that deserved to be punished.

It was nothing new, and yet, each time she uttered those words, felt like a whole new wound was opened, and it hurt all the more. All I ever wanted was my mother back.

The woman who held me when I was afraid. The woman who told me that I was beautiful and strong. The woman who looked at me like I was her everything. It made me think that coming out had been a bad idea, but I couldn't live a lie any longer.

I sighed out of frustration and walked towards the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped off all my clothing. I stood underneath the lukewarm water and leaned my forehead against the wall as the water rolled down my back soothing me a bit.

My entire body felt so tense and I knew it was a result of all the shifts I was pulling coupled with the lack of sleep, but it was wasn't like I had a choice. If I wasn't going to try to make ends meet then who the hell was?

I closed the shower and dried my body off. I took a brief moment to look at myself in the mirror and grimaced.

The dark circles beneath my eyes and my pale complexion a actually looked sort of disgusting.

I shook my head and looked away, not really having any time to do anything about and dressed as fast as I could. Throwing on a pair of black ripped jeans and a black t shirt. Today was one of the days wherein I was actually lazy to brush my hair and just pushed my hair back with a cap.

I closed my door just so she would think I was asleep and walked down the stairs quietly making my way to the kitchen. I decided not to use the kettle since that would only make more noise and resorted to boiling the water over the stove as I made myself a cup of coffee.

I looked to my side and found the boxes of the eaten takeaway I had gotten her on the counter and for some odd reason, I found myself smiling at that.

At least she was eating.

I drank my coffee as quickly as I could, feeling the life come back to my body as the caffeine hit my system. I rinsed my cup out and grabbed my things as I made my way out of the house but not before I quickly whipped up something for my mother and left it in the microwave knowing she would check there if she remembered to eat.

I walked down the street to the bus station, sighing as the morning sun hit my face. I waited for a few more minutes before the bus finally pulled up and as was about to climb on, something at the back of my mind told me to check behind me and right there, parked at the end of the street, was the very same black vehicle.

I narrowed my eyes, and slowly walked turned to face the front of the vehicle. Although I couldn't see the driver of the car,I knew he could definitely see me.

I walked towards the vehicle, determined to find out just why the hell he'd been following me around for months without doing anything at all!

My suspicions grew even more when the car remained parked in its place despite my walking towards it. One would have thought that he would have driven off again.

I walked till I stood outside the driver's window and knocked on it. When I didn't get a reply, I knocked even harder until the window of the back seat rolled down slightly, revealing an eloquently dressed man who looked to be in his mid forties.

"Is there a specific reason as to why you have been following me around?" I asked with a raised eyebrow to which he just smiled back at me and somehow, I couldn't help but notice that his smile looked so familiar.

"How about you get inside? I have a preposition I would like to discuss with you." He said to which I scoffed.

"How dumb do you think I am? I'm not about to just into a car with some random man. What do I look like to you? A call boy?" I asked and watched him smirk.

"I assure I have no interests of that sort, at least not in someone old enough to be my son." He said making me raise my eyebrow at him.

"I assure you, if at anytime you do not agree or feel comfortable with anything, you may leave." He said to which I looked at him skeptically.

"What is your name?" I asked.

I don't even know why I asked him that question. It was like it just came out before I even knew what I was asking.

He genuinely smiled at me, not the perverted kind of smile, but rather the kind of smile a father would give to his child and I felt myself feel some sort of relief just that simple gesture. I moved to open the door but it seemed as though the driver beat me to it as he opened the door for me. I got in and the man held out his hand uttering..

"You can call me Mr. Jeon."