The Hogwarts Love
Chapter 1
He was nine, waiting for his parents to return home, when he heard the door banging. His elder brother, who he always called Seo, ran to him, hiding him in the cupboard under his Grandfather's book chamber.
He was naive, unknown to why his brother, outside, was shouting to stop. What was happening? But he was a good boy and the good boys followed orders.
He kept hiding, remembering his brother's words," No matter what happens, don't come out, okay? Don't make noise and be a good boy. Seo loves you too much.''
The shierks and his brother's shouting went on, piercing his small bleeding heart, which he tried to hold with his small hands, so that it would not hurt that much.
He clapped his ears, desperately waiting for the sounds to stop. They were wild, dark, bad and filthy. He huddled in a corner, hurting his knee with the small broken bulb at the bottom.
Then he looked around, scared. Nothing. All he could see was darkness, and he hated darkness. His mother was always there for him in the dark, and now he wondered, what would happen to him?
He huddled in a corner, whimpering lowly, as he heard his brother crying out loudly, begging again. It hurt. He started crying, so low, not heard.
For a moment, he thought of opening the little door, which was barely visible from outside,, and taking a look at what was happening, but then something stopped him and he decided against it.
He wished, desperately, sadly, urgently, that his parents would come back. He hoped, in his heart, that his mother would come and scoop him up, his father would pick his brother on his shoulders. But it was already months and there was no trace of them.
He wondered, often asked his brother about when they would come, but he always replied with the same answer "They will come. "
He knew it was just an excuse to make the heart agree. He had listened to his brother asking from butler Choi about his parents and he also answered, "someday"
He had only asked for a small teddy for his birthday, and his parents never came after that. Was his teddy the reason they did not come?
No, he did not want the dirty teddy! He only wanted his mamma papa. Then he cried, again, messily in the need of his mamma papa.
His brother never cried. He was the happy face of the family. But now, he was listening to his dying cries, those people's evil and loud laughs, for minutes, hours and days.
They were scary. Their laughs were scary. Scarier than the bad witch who caged Rapunzel. Scarier than Cinderella's mother. Scarier than Beauty's beasts. In fact, they were not ever nearer than how scary it was. All he knew was that he did not know how to put his feelings into words.
When would it stop, he thought. He was hungry.
And then, he remembers it. When he was about to lose his mind with hunger and thirst, the noises stopped.
He waited, for his brother to open the door, but it was a long wait. He opened the creaky door, which was making noises.
Furthermore, he was hungry and thirsty. His body was so numb that he could almost not feel anything. He got out, tried to stand up, but fell down.
Tears welled up in his eyes. He made a mental note to complain to his papa. But for now, he had to find Seo, and throw tantrums.
Then, he crawled to the lobby, and there, he saw him, his Seo.
Lying naked on the floor, covered with stains of blood and a thick white liquid, and beside him were bloody bodies of his parents.
He remembered how his brother was taken to hospital, and doctors were rushing in the OT.
One of them asked him if he wanted to file a case against the Rapists, a word that he did not understand. So, he asked his aunt if he should do it, but she answered with an ugly voice.
"It was your brother's fault!"
He listened to her, did not file the case.
And now, he regrets that.
Seo was still traumatized where their parents were buried down. He would only stare at one thing and never at another. He wondered, for those times, why his Seo won't let him touch himself?
Then, he remembers all, those months of cases, custodial, debates, the visits to the Law Courts, before the memory of them thrown out of their own house flashes in front of him.
That was already a year, and he thought Seo wouldn't hug him, but he picked him up, from the footpath, held him close to his heart and said.
"Don't worry, Seo is here." For a moment it was all fake, his voice sounded so blank, but growing up, he realized that it was never a bland promise.
He remembered, how they had to sleep on the footpath, beg to live, watch the people go from one place to another, bear their spits and hate and face the slutty Alphas.
Then, a tragedy happened. An arrogant alpha, who often looked down on them, kidnapped them a day and sold them to a Relief club. He just heard him "getting paid with millions for worth chicks".
Then, he knew what had happened to his brother. They were raped, again, several times, for months of months, and then, he was thankful to him, a police officer for them out, sued the club and punished the bastards
But he was melancholy, they had no place to live, and he was just thirteen and his brother fifteen. They had nowhere to go, and seek warmth.
"I did my work, Children. This is key to this apartment and two miles from here is your job place. You have to manage on your own."
And Oh the Rowlings! He did not know how to even thank him.
He became a delivery guy and his brother became the chef, at a very young age, but he hated himself.
His brother left everything for him, his self-respect, his dignity, his dreams, and his studies.
One day, he asked him if he wanted to go back to school, but Seo would always reply.
"When you grow up and become a noble man, teach me. You are my only one, so, don't forget your brother."
Then, one day, he forgot to charge his mobile, got switched off and when he reached home, he got slapped and nagged.
No, he never wants to see that phase of Seo again. It was so scary, so terrific, and so..... Broken.
He had it all in his mind, of the lovely and broken moment of them, when his brother cried for the first time, again in front of him, and then he had to pay him to sleep.
"Never trust a man. They're power hungry and won't love you. I'm enough for you."
Oh, he remembers it all so vividly, so lucidly, that he sometimes feels like living in that timeline.
He was the epitome of Sadness.
Chapter 2
When the prayers dawned upon the night and the omen sang in the sky, Taehyung was already working in the café's kitchen, kneading the croissant dough. The sweet fragrance of musky roses were spread all over the little room, which was surrounded by large, monstrous, emotionless buildings.
His elder brother, Kim Seokjin, was shaping the French Pastries and pushing them inside the muddy oven down the counter.
The freshly cooked noodles were out, and the co-staff had gone out of the kitchen, leaving the noise a way to turn in, and Taehyung felt extremely irritated. He could not work there anymore.
He walked upon Seo, who was wiping the counter after the last recall.
Kim Taehyung
Can I go for delivery ?
Taehyung asked, his voice filled with doubt and questions.
Seo's movements stopped for a brief time. He gave Taehyung a glance, then looked down again, focusing on the leftovers of flour.
Kim Seokjin
Keep your mobile with you.
Seo's answers had always been professional, as if Taehyung was his Co-worker. Devoid of emotions, his voice was always pulled back by some sort of force.
Nodding, Taehyung picked up his helmet from the little stool at the corner and walked out of the kitchen with a sigh, not wanting to face the outer world again.
Inside, Seokjin escaped a huge puff of air. He threw the cloth at the counter, feeling exhausted from the day. All he wanted was just a good nap, and maybe something else too.
He hated his desperation for it, so much. For a little span of time, he remained still, trying to suppress his inner turmoil. Then, his thoughts went back to his same addiction again. His veins popped out, and he clenched his hands to stop himself.
Then as the desperation went overboard, he did not get enough time to open his fists and ran to look for his little bag in the corner.
His quick, hasty movements were proving his need. Pulling and pushing his hand from one pocket to the other, he felt his mind going crazy, as if he would explode at the right moment.
But then, he got the hold of it. Not minding the little croissants baking inside the oven, he pulled it out as quickly as he could and looked at his pack of cigarettes.
He took out one, not minding putting the others back in and went to take hold of the little lighter, lit up the gas.
Hastily, he lit the cigarette, pushed inside his mouth as fast as he could.
Then the world turned hazy. It was working, it always did. He inhaled another puff of the smoke, feeling it burn inside his lungs. It was the best feeling he could get in his whole life.
He has been addicted to it for years. It was his daily routine, to spend about a sum of percentage on his cigarette packs and the cigar lighters. Yes, cigar lighters, he lost them every time.
Then, as he inhaled again, the door of the kitchen opened and the co-worker walked in, holding the plate. He was a Beta, shocked at the heavens, a calm one.
Betas, though not all, were mostly hot minded and rude, but they were lucky to have such an understanding partner.
"Sugar cubes?" He asked, feeling dumb for a moment to come in, as he tried to stop his breathing with an ugly mouth.
Seokjin pointed at the little drawer which was barely visible from the side, and then got busy in his routine again.
As the co-worker started pulling out some into the bowl, he looked at Seokjin again. Then as his nerve hit, he spoke to him again.
" You should stop smoking... At least not here."
Seokjin did not answer, he only kept looking at the little spider on the roof, over his head.
"What if your brother came to know?"
Seokjin let his hand down, fell in thoughts and then glared at the beta.
Kim Seokjin
He doesn't need to.
The co-worker did not say anything, and only went outside, leaving a messed up Seokjin.
He had only refused for it to happen but what if Taehyung really came to know about his drug addiction? What would he answer him?
Seokjin was a man of power, and he feared nothing else than his brother's pain. Taehyung had a traumatic past with drugs. When they were prostitutes, the owners would come drugged and force them to do so too.
Though Taehyung had the nerve to push it back, Seokjin got very addicted due to the high amount of cocaine and cigarettes.
Once he was out, he could not leave it all behind. It was a thing that he knew and then, here he was, drugging inside the room of a café.
Then his thoughts broke when some other odor got mixed with the metal-ly one of the cigars.
Taehyung was out after his tiring delivery, and now off to the last one. As he looked at the little order, he rolled his eyes.
The address never resembled the actual look of the mansion - The Park Palace.
Park Jimin was his best friend, and he would always order something from his café, in order to have a little of his look.... And give him some books.
Kim Taehyung
Here is your Cappuccino, Sir.
Taehyung mumbled, sarcastically mentioning other fascination over that certain coffee.
Park Jimin
Thank you, Mr. Delivery.
Jimin answered, holding the cup of coffee.
Taehyung mimicked him and got up on his cycle again.
Kim Taehyung
I gotta go. Too many orders.
Jimin leaned over his bike, sipping from the straw and looked at Taehyung with a flirty eyesight.
Park Jimin
You're becoming rich, eh?
Kim Taehyung
You got a screeching?
Taehyung answered and pulled his empty bag again.
Park Jimin
No I'm just saying that you'll have more money and maybe you can buy yourself Gucci now.
Kim Taehyung
No Jimin. Not yet.
Jimin stood straight, immediately frowning at his words.
Park Jimin
What do you mean no?
He said, glaring at Taehyung's brown orbs which were avoiding him at any cost.
Kim Taehyung
I wanna buy a restaurant, then home and then to the brands.
Park Jimin
That would take years!
Kim Taehyung
Brands can wait for years, not my Seo's youth.
Park Jimin
But you've always loved Gucci, so why not buy one?
Kim Taehyung
Seo wants to be his own master. He would not have to face any guilt then, and that is all I want.
Park Jimin
But what about your own dreams?
Kim Taehyung
Mine can wait.
Kim Taehyung
Depends. If I remain unmarried, maybe years or decades, and if I marry a wealthy man, then no problem.
Park Jimin
Shut up I know you don't want to get married!
Kim Taehyung
But I can't always stand on that, can I?
Jimin turned soft, looked at Taehyung and caressed his cheeks.
Kim Taehyung
What if Seo does not agree?
Park Jimin
Shut up! I know you're not marrying! Moreover, you're so ugly! No alpha would even look twice at you!
Taehyung gave him a disgusting look and threw Jimin's hand away.
Jimin sat behind him, Taehyung peddled away.
Park Jimin
Mamma Mia! I'm coming!
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