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The first person Taehyung killed was his father.
Siwoo was a violent alpha, he abused his gender hierarchy and constantly imposed himself over the omegas. He thought he was superior. More dignified. He loved to exercise dominance as if it were a great quality, especially over his wife. Taehyung witnessed his mom crying countless times after the aggressions. He got tired of seeing the tears mix with the dried blood on her injured face, wishing to grow up soon to become a strong alpha and truly defend her.
However, he didn't have time for that.
At the age of nine, his life tragically changed, and his innocence was stolen forever. That day, Taehyung smelled the familiar strong and woody smell, mixed with the alcoholic smell of whiskey, both well accentuated by the anger that Siwoo exuded. The alpha was always angry at the world, and his favorite punching bag was his wife, since she never let him touch Taehyung. There was also the strawberries sour smell of his mom's, caused by fear. His own scent — pepper and mint — was out of control, making his nose burn.
Jihyo dropped the plate in the sink, catching Taehyung's attention. He felt the tension vibrating and all his senses, still undeveloped, became alert. She walked over and bent down in front of him, looking at him fondly as she stroked his face.
“Hey, little wolf, I want you to go to your bedroom, okay?” she forced a smile, trying to hide her fear. “Lock the door and only come out when I call you.”
“No, eomma, I won't leave you alone. His smell is…” Taehyung wrinkled his nose, sickened by the strong odor, as his father approached. “It's different, I'm scared.”
“You don't need to be scared, my love.” Jihyo left a kiss on his forehead. “Please do what mommy asks.”
Taehyung knew he shouldn't have done what she asked.
He knew, somehow, that this would be the last time he would see her. However, he was always an obedient boy. A son who made her proud. So he obeyed her. Before leaving, he hugged her, a strong hug that he didn't want to let go. Hiding his face in the crook of Jihyo's neck, Taehyung rubbed his nose against her scent gland and inhaled deeply, keeping the scent of strawberries in his memory.
Jihyo stopped herself from crying in front of her son because she also knew. This would be the last hug she would give her son. Her little wolf that filled her with pride. She rubbed her nose against Taehyung's neck, marking him and scenting him with her scent, and held him in her arms.
“I love you, my brave boy.” she pulled away a little and looked him in the eyes. “You will be the sweetest and most respectful alpha, the alpha that every omega would like to have as a mate. You will take care of the omega who chooses you with lots of love and respect. Promise me?”
“Yes, eomma. I promise.”
“Good, my love. Now, please go to your bedroom and wait for me, okay?”
“I love you, eomma.” Taehyung hugged her once again, running to his bedroom afterward.
Before he even closed the door, he heard the first scream.
Taehyung ran and hid in the spacious closet, sitting in the corner. He pulled out one of his mother's dresses and hugged it, wrapping himself in the fabric while covering his ears.
However, it was impossible not to hear that.
Taehyung cried for countless minutes. Until everything was silent. Shortly afterward, he heard footsteps in the hallway and his father's strong smell permeated every space in the house, marking his memory. The door next door slammed hard, making the walls shake, just like his small body.
He waited, still hidden. His mom had promised she would let him know when he could leave. He waited all night, and the next day too. But nothing. His stomach ached with hunger. His bladder was full. He really needed to pee after holding it in for so long. His muscles were sore from so many hours in the same position. Taehyung didn't want to disobey his mom, after all, he was an obedient boy. But he needed to go to the bathroom so badly.
Would she be mad?
Taehyung left Jihyo's dress on the floor and slowly opened the closet door. The silence of the previous night continued. He came out of his hiding place and unlocked the door, slowly opening it and peering through the small opening. The door to his parents' room remained closed, and Taehyung took the opportunity to run towards the bathroom. He almost cried with relief when he finally peed.
When he finished, he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, as his mom had taught him. He headed towards the living room, and the irony, sticky smell characteristic of blood greeted him. His heart sped up. Every pulsating beat in his ears. Then he saw her. On the floor, as if she had decided to lie down on the carpet to get some rest, if it weren't for all the blood around her body.
Taehyung opened his eyes wide and ran the short distance.
Kneeling beside her, he touched her pale, cold face.
Lifeless.
“Eomma! Please wake up!” he shook her, hot tears running down his cheeks. “Why didn't you call me, eomma? You promised!” he continued to shake her. “Please… wake up.”
He hugged her, getting dirty with the blood.
There was no longer the sweet smell of strawberries.
Everything was dominated by the smell of blood.
Blood, wood and whiskey.
Taehyung cried. The most painful cry of his entire short life. He cried until he felt exhausted from all the burden of the night and the whole day awake waiting for his mom, from the hunger, fear and pain. He cried until he had no more strength and finally fell asleep.
Hours later, he woke up scared due to an angry scream. His scalp hurt as he had his hair caught between his father's hands, lifted by his hair and thrown violently against the living room wall.
He was just nine years old when he was beaten by his father for the first time. One day after losing his mother. Taehyung endured all the punches, kicks and aggressive words for an entire year. So, at the age of ten, the day before his eleventh birthday, he waited for his father to come home.
Taehyung knew it would be another night of beatings, but this time, he had prepared himself with one of the kitchen knives, hiding it between the couch cushions. A knife similar to the one Siwoo used to kill Jihyo and later told the police it was a robbery.
Police alphas , just like them.
Police corrupt , just like his father.
He was just a child, but there was a year of bad feelings accumulated in his heart. A year of brooding hate, pain and trauma, and most importantly, his desire for revenge. He promised his mom that he would be a sweet and respectful alpha to his future omega. He knew what he was about to do would disappoint her. But to be honest, it wasn't like he wasn't going to keep his promise.
His father was not his omega.
He wasn't even an omega.
He was a monster .
Siwoo arrived drunk, as always. Drunk and violent. Taehyung hated that smell of whiskey. He hated his father's woodsy smell. He wanted to burn everything down.
The alpha went straight to the kitchen when he entered the house, and Taehyung waited. Too cold for a child. Without any good feeling that one day, Jihyo taught him.
Forgive me eomma.
Forgive me for disappointing you.
He saw his father storm out of the kitchen.
“Where's the fucking food? Have you spent the whole day with your butt on that couch doing nothing?” he spat the words. “You're useless like your mother. I should have gotten rid of you the same day I got rid of her!” he approached, blinded by hatred, stumbling along the way. “I'm going to teach you a lesson, kid.”
Taehyung's face tingled from the first slap, another bruise to match the others. He took a deep breath and pressed the knife hidden under the cushion.
Siwoo prepared to throw a punch.
Forgive me eomma.
Forgive me for disappointing you.
Taehyung pulled his hand, gathered all the strength and courage he possessed and stuck the knife into his father's stomach. Siwoo stared at him with wide eyes, full of surprise. He didn't even react. His gaze dropped to the knife embedded in his flesh, the blood staining his t-shirt. Taehyung pulled out the knife and buried it again in almost the same place.
So he did it again. And twice more before Siwoo fell to the ground with it stuck in his stomach.
The smell of pepper and mint became stronger, overpowering the woody odor and mixing with blood. He looked at his own hands stained red, then looked at his father on the floor choking on his own blood. He continued staring until the end, waiting for all the remaining life to leave the alpha's body.
When Siwoo stopped breathing, Taehyung ran to the kitchen and turned on all the burners on the stove and lit them with the lighter. Then he went back to the living room and set fire to each of the couch cushions.
Minutes later, the glow of the flames reflected in his brown eyes. The cushions burned, spreading the fire to the couch and carpet, until they engulfed Siwoo's body.
Taehyung felt a shiver of satisfaction.
“Forgive me eomma. Forgive me for disappointing you.” he said softly, his voice breaking.
He dropped the lighter and ran out of the house, fleeing without direction or perspective. There was only one promise in his heart: he would never allow an alpha to mistreat an omega again.
Even if he had to kill them one by one.
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