Reborn To Be Free
Bitch
A person inside the room was crying—sobbing so hard his voice cracked—while banging on the door with everything he had left. His body was covered in wounds and old scars, some fresh, some reopened.
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“Please… please open the door!” he begged, voice hoarse. “I didn’t do it! I wasn’t even there—please just let me out!”
His desperation echoed through the basement. He kept hitting the door, his fists slipping on the wood as his energy drained away.
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“Believe me… please… believe me…” he whispered, sliding down the door, his forehead pressed against it.
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“Let me out. I hate it here. I… I—”
His words broke off when the door was suddenly kicked open. His weakened body fell hard onto the cold floor.
He looked up immediately—hope flickering in his swollen eyes—only for that hope to die the moment he saw 𝙬𝙝𝙤 was standing in the doorway. Horror replaced everything.
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“No… no, please…” he breathed, scrambling backward. He started crawling—desperately trying to get away, anywhere but near him.
But the man didn’t give him a chance.
A hand shot out, gripping his wrist harshly and yanking him upright from the floor.
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“Kim Taehyung,” the man growled. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?”
Taehyung flinched so hard it looked like his skin tried to escape his bones. He couldn’t speak. He didn’t even dare breathe too loudly.
His husband.
𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠.
His mate—the one who should have protected him—now the monster he feared more than death.
Jungkook crouched down, forcing Taehyung to meet his eyes.
Jungkook `~True Blood Alpha
“Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson last time.”
Fear swallowed Taehyung whole. A violent shiver ran through him. Tears streamed down his face as he shook his head frantically, trying to form words—but terror sealed his throat shut.
Jungkook pushed him down onto the floor and grabbed the first thing within reach in the dim basement.
Before Taehyung could even plead, the first blow landed.
Then another.
And another.
He screamed—raw, helpless screams that echoed off the concrete walls—but eventually even those stopped. His body went limp, pain fading into numbness. He stayed still, not daring to move, not even daring to hate the man hurting him. Fear had consumed everything else.
Seeing him motionless, Jungkook scoffed.
Jungkook `~True Blood Alpha
“Starting your drama again, bitch.”
With that, he turned and walked out, locking the door behind him.
Taehyung lay there in his own blood, watching Jungkook’s figure fade from sight. And even in this state—broken, bleeding—he felt 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛 at seeing him go.
Moments later, darkness pulled him under and he lost consciousness.
Hope
When Taehyung opened his eyes again, he was still in the same room… in the same position… on the same cold floor.
Nothing had changed—except the pain. It had spread deeper, crawling into his bones. He couldn’t even lift a finger.
His eyes were empty. Hollow. He didn’t look like a person anymore—more like a discarded object, or a forgotten sculpture left to gather dust.
Then, in the far corner, he noticed the broken mirror.
He stared at the fractured reflection for a long moment, barely recognizing the lifeless face staring back.
A breath escaped him—a bitter, humorless sound.
Then suddenly he laughed.
A loud, cracked, hysterical laugh that filled the room.
But the laughter broke just as quickly, collapsing into harsh sobs. His whole body trembled with the force of them, each breath stabbing through his ribs. He couldn’t even wipe his own tears.
Taehyung`~Ore
“I’m… getting… t-tired…” he whispered, voice breaking with every syllable.
Taehyung`~Ore
“D-day by day… it h-hurts… m-more…”
The words came out in pieces, shattered like the mirror. His body shook too hard to form full sentences.
His gaze drifted back to the shards of glass lying near him. Slowly, painfully, he reached out and touched one—his fingers trembling violently as he held it.
He looked up at the ceiling, eyes empty.
Taehyung`~Ore
“No one cares,” he whispered. “Should I just… stop trying?”
It wasn’t really a question. He already knew the answer life had always given him.
Let go.
Disappear.
Stop fighting.
A bitter chuckle slipped from him again.
Taehyung`~Ore
“Was it… really too much… to want someone to fight for me?” he whispered.
Taehyung`~Ore
“To choose me? To make me… feel worth holding?”
Taehyung`~Ore
His voice cracked.
“Did I expect… too much? Is there even time left… to regret?”
Taehyung`~Ore
“I… I want to stop,” he admitted softly, as if confessing a sin.
Taehyung`~Ore
“But… why me? Why does it always have to be me?”
Another laugh escaped him—broken, empty.
Taehyung`~Ore
“Oh… I 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙, didn’t I?” he said, a sad smile touching his lips. “It was hope… all along.”
Taehyung closed his eyes.
And for the first time in his life, he stopped wishing for tomorrow.
Beginning Of Nightmare
A cool sensation washed over Taehyung—soft at first, then overwhelming.
It felt like he was sinking… deeper and deeper… into dark water.
No light.
No air.
No hope.
Finally… no hope.
He had stopped hoping.
There was no pain anymore, only the strangely comforting feeling of drowning. He didn’t feel suffocated, even though he knew he was dying.
He welcomed it.
He 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 it.
A blast of loud music crashed into his ears.
His eyes flew open.
Darkness.
Flashing neon lights.
Bodies moving everywhere—dancing, drinking, smoking.
The smell of alcohol, sweat, and perfume filled the air.
Taehyung`~Ore
He blinked in confusion.
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“Tae!” a familiar voice called out.
Smiling, flushed from dancing, leaning close to whisper in his ear.
Jimin`~Omega
“Why aren’t you dancing? Don’t worry, no one knows we sneaked out. Relax and start twirling already.”
Taehyung swayed, dizzy.
His thoughts spun wildly.
This scene… he knew this scene.
And then—
A 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 hit him.
𝘼 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝘼 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨.
A low, dangerous growl followed.
Taehyung`~Ore
His hand shot out, grabbing Jimin’s wrist—so hard he drew blood.
Jimin`~Omega
“Ah—Tae!” he hissed. “What’s wrong with you?”
Taehyung couldn’t answer. His entire body began shaking.
The scent was getting closer.
He didn’t hate that smell.
He 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 it.
Feared it so deeply it lived inside his bones.
And then, through the crowd, he appeared.
Jimin turned pale when he saw Taehyung’s face go utterly white. He quickly stood in front of him, cupping Taehyung’s cheeks.
Jimin`~Omega
“Tae, hey—look at me. Are you okay? What’s happening? Talk to me!”
But Taehyung wasn’t hearing him.
His mind was gone.
His past was swallowing him alive.
A louder, earth-shaking growl echoed through the bar.
Everything stopped.
The DJ.
The dancing.
The conversation.
All eyes turned.
Jungkook stood a few feet away, staring directly at Taehyung hidden behind Jimin.
And then—in a voice that made the walls tremble—he said:
Jungkook `~True Blood Alpha
"𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙚"
Taehyung’s breath shattered.
Because in that moment, he realized—
He wasn’t dying.
He wasn’t free.
He was back.
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
Back to the night when his 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 began.
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