Taehyung's pov 

"Dad?"

He looked me in the eye. It was him. His jawline, eyes, nose, lips. Everything was too familiar. "D-dad? Is th-that really you?" I broke down into tears. 

He looked sick. Desperate maybe. I had been studying his face I didn't even notice what was in his skinny arms. 

In his arms was a skinny, frail girl with fair skin and long brown hair. "Dahyun!" I noticed, she was unconscious. I made him come inside where he sat on the couch. His body was covered in scars. I couldn't believe it. "I thought....but I thought you died." My tears were uncontrollable at this point.

I didn't bother wiping them, knowing they would just reappear. He laughed lightly. "You really thought they could get rid of me that easy, huh?" He showed me his boxy grin comforting me a little.

"What about Dahyun?" My voice was still shaky, but I tried to keep it steady for my own sake.  He cleared his throat. It sounded painful, so I lept up from the couch to get him a glass of water. "Thankyou." He replied before beginning.

"When I went to find the man who kidnapped Jimin, I went alone. I shouldn't have, because they easily cought me. I was stuck with thise bastards for a year at least. i had been keeping track of the days. After, 14 month's, They put someone else in my room. It was this girl. She said that I looked familiar and asked if I had a son."

I couldn't tell who's breathing was more unsteady at the moment. i had Yeantan on my lap, caressing him gently.

"I told her that you were my son, and she started crying. Turns out, your mothers boyfriend was the leader of the enemy mafia group. He killed your mother and even killed his own perverted brother. He planned to keep me and torture me for information, but since I wouldn't say anything, he brought Dahyun to make me talk."

I noticed that Dahyun also had scars on her meaning they tortured her, too. My tears increased at the thought of the always kind and bubbly Dahyun being tortured. My heart hurt. "Why? Why didn't you save her?" I was a crying mess at this point. Nothing but sympathy was painted on my father's face. 

"She said that her entire life, she never got to do anything for anyone. She was always just the popular, pretty girl. She didn't want me to give away important information, so I didn't. She was so strong, she never complained. Taehyung, the truth is..."

I held my breath.

"The truth is, Jimin was never the target.

You are."

"M-me?!" I jumped out of my seat. Everything was so complicated. My head hurt like glass was taking turns cutting it one at a time. I held my head begging for the pain to stop."Agh!" I crumpled and fell on the floor coughing.

I squinted my eyes. The pain was unbearable. I opened my eyes. Blood was on the carpet where I spat. I rolled over on my backside facing up. 

"Sorry son."

That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

Don't worry it will get better!

11. Would you ever try bungee jumping?

I might if I was going with friends.

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