Loved By Six Mafia Kings (tae x bts)

Ch-24 'Friend'

Before anyone could say anything footsteps were heared & there he came Taehyung he came there and greeted everyone-

*Taehyung saw that they had already started eating*

Taehyung : G-Good morning everyone, good morning D-Dad.

Taehyung sat on one of the empty chairs to eat as if nothing had happened and everything was normal but just if anyone would have known what he was going through from inside his heart,

Taehyung took just a very few bites and then-

Tae's mind : Looks like they are never gonna accept me no matter what even if i do anything or not even if i recieve there beating without any complain, there hate, there harsh words, even if i am always going empty stomach because of them it doesn't matter doesn't matter at all they don't care, 'they' huh who am I even fooling no one literally no one cares even if i die someday no one would care why am i even here when they when no one wants me too and whats even the meaning of this meal this breakfast why am i even eating when i don't even have any appetite left to.

*With that without even eating or finishing his plate in which he had taken just abit of food and had taken a few bites he leaved the breakfast not wanting to eat anymore*

He standed up,

Taehyung : I-I am leaving f-for university D-Dad, good bye h-have a good day.

Yuna : Taehyung atleast finsih your breakfast.

Taehyung : Breakfast.....No i am f-full (fake smiles)

Some of them not only saw his obviously fake smile but also his glossy eyes from under the hood

With that he left.

Taehyung had ate lunch but he skipped dinner at night.

When everyone was having dinner Taehyung was in his room sitting alone on the cold floor looking outside the closed balcony door with moonlight coming inside he was thinking about so many things and soon enough tears started falling from his eyes he didn't stopped them which he was trying to day since awhile before but couldn't so he just let them flow and he cried his heart out no more stopping his tears to flow he cried and cried but doesn't matter however much he cried he wasn't stopping as he had reached his limit of self control and now his depression and anxiety problem which he is going through for years now was again taking over him,

As he stood up from the cold floor reaching near the nightstand he opened the second drawer taking out an small object called cutter he went back to where he was sitting previously,
Sitting back on the cold floor with tears still flowing from his eyes he opened the cutter as the blade came out he just stared at it with the thoughts that "he shouldn't do this he know it isn't the right thing to do he shouldn't" and with thoughts he closed the cutter and putted it at the side again,
Putting his both elbows on his knees he holded his head in his hands taking deep breaths with the thoughts he shouldn't do this he should control himself it's not good for him, leaving his head he looked out the tears had already stopped flowing soon enough negative thoughts along with the thoughts of whatever happens with him in his life always started taking over him and soon tears again started flowing from his already puffy eyes with trembling lips and soon he started crying loudly sobbing but then he remembered that he shouldn't cry that loudly since the room isn't soundproof like previous one he covered his mouth with his both hands to stop his voice coming out when he stopped crying loudly but still crying he removed hands from his mouth and looked at cutter lying near him peeking it up he rolled up the sleeves of shirt of his pjm's looking at his hands which already had marks from previous since it wasn't the first time him hurting himself,
He looked at the marks with tears still flowing from his eyes he opened the cutter and furiously started cutting his hands he cutted and cutted and didn't stopped till he wasn't satisfied there was blood on the floor in his hands and dripping down the cuts as well even some part of his clothes were also covered in the red fluid he dropped the cutter down and just stayed their quietly soon his tears had stopped flowing since he didn't had any tears left to cry out his cheecks were stained with dry tears, eyes red & puffy with his red nose,
After staying there for awhile more Taehyung stood up and went to grab a piece of cloth to clean the bloody floor not wanting any servent who would come to clean his room to see all this and anyone to find out as no one knew about him suffering from anxiety and depression and hurting himself, after clean it he went to bathroom & looked at his stained clothes guess he will have to wash them again by himself he sighed and taking of his clothes he washed them up first later taking a bath wrapping the towel around himself he went to his room wearing another pair of pajamas he went to sleep cause he was already very tired and his hands were also hurting even at a slight moment he just went to sleep.