"Pl-please don't h-hurt me, it hurts!" Taehyung screamed, even though his body hurt and his heart cried.
But the man in front of him laughed harder in mockery, as he bent down to his level, causing his petite self to squeeze in terror.
The man rais...
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04/01/21 Rewritten :: 02/10/24
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Please ignore the mistakes. _________________________________***** Third person POV
Taehyung looked down at his palm resting in his own lap, the blood over them making his fingers shiver, his clothes dirty with crimson red colour. The blonde locks sticking on his forehead messy as another tear rolled down his caramel orbs, his sight travelling to the closed door, heart leaping in his chest. The hospital lobby suffocated as he shrank himself tighter.
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Taehyung kept the book on the shelf as he walked back to the bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling with eyes wide open, a deep sigh escaping his lips.
The dark room was silent, the only light a small lamp by the bed, Taehyung wished for Jungkook to come back faster. Not because he missed the mafia hell never— but because the raven had ordered him to not leave his room. And it's been four days since the blonde had stepped out of these four walls.
With no human presence, of course except the occasional one by a guard who would deliver his food three times a day or the thirty minutes, Jinyoung was allowed to visit him;
As Taehyung felt like suffocating himself to death, turning around to lay on his side. Unable to fall asleep, the younger sighed once again, stealing a glance at the door and staring at it with wide hopeful eyes, waiting for someone to push open the wooden frame.
Although he despised every single second spent in the building, most of the time bringing him troubles and pain and heartbreaks. But Taehyung missed Jinyoung and Yeonjun and their constant bickering.
A small smile formed on his lips as he remembered the young boys and how they were the only nice people in there. A pout adored his face as he thought about Seokjin and the little one growing inside him, feeling giddy thinking about the little bump of the elder, sitting up and walking to the door.
The male took the hold of the door knob, twisting and pulling on it with all of his strength. Banging his palm against the hardwood,
“Somebody please open the door! I am dieing!” Taehyung yelled, only to be met with silence as he huffed and walked back to the bed, sprawling over the mattress like a starfish, his eyebrows frowning with annoyance.
Closing his eyes, when a loud knock startled him as he quickly sat up, looking around the empty room, another loud knock sound resonated in the space, Taehyung crawling back as he gulped.
