"Tae! you came!" she says loudly, dragging him inside, and i don't miss the charming smirk he gives her. Something tugs at your chest and i don't move, not even when the girl closes the door shut and forbids you to look inside.
I know i should follow him, hands almost shaking with the urge to stick to his presence— and even though my invisible heart is throbbing i force myself to stay still, not to give in to the feelings trying to pull you inside.
Not wanting to keep raking your head with silly thoughts, i decide to wander around, eyes looking up at the vast sky as the faint sparkle of the lonely stars wink at you in the distance. Just like you always do when the night's too deep and Taehyung's sleeping peacefully, you let your mind explore the confines of your still confused brain, trying to rescue memories that are probably not there anymore.
Your previous life as a living human being has vanished almost completely, and it can only make you wonder if you were someone gentle, if you were important to anyone, if your personality was anything like the way it is right now— you can only rely on the small déjà vus and the random reminders of your favorite color or your favorite smell, suddenly flashing in your mind during casual mornings as you follow Taehyung on his way to school.
The memories of your brief time in the other life —as you like to call it, even though you have no idea where or what it is— are no better. You only have a brief recollection of someone or something assigning you to Taehyung, inserting all the rules you need to know inside your wiped out brain. It's puzzling and frustrating and only the image of a certain hearty laugh and boxy grin is able to keep you from going delirious, because his warmth has always felt like home even though you know you'll never remember yours.
I don't know how much time passes —maybe a couple of minutes, maybe an hour— but then the door's opening again and you know it's Taehyung before dragging your gaze towards him.
Except you weren't expecting to see him like that— rough hands grab him by the shirt and throw him to the floor brutally, and Taehyung's covered in blood and the other boy looks even worse, the thick liquid covering half of the face of the stranger as he threatens Taehyung with a deadly glare.
"Get the fuck out of here," he hisses, loud enough for you to hear. Taehyung snickers and it only enrages the boy even more, and two other people have to stop him from stepping on the blond.
You're next to Taehyung in less than a second, bewildered eyes tracing his face and hair and body as i search for any worrying wounds. His mouth is full of blood and he has to spit a couple of times to get rid of it, and one of his eyes is already swollen from a punch you didn't witness.
A strong wave of guilt makes me feel nauseous, my weakened spirit shaking as i stare mutely. Taehyung's smirk seems to be glued to his face and i hate it, knowing that it's only a defense mechanism, that he probably wants to avert his eyes from the people looking at him pitifully as he gets up slowly, trying not to show how painful it is.
i want to help him get up, but then he's pushing someone away, and my eyes fly to the guilty looking boy that's still extending his hands in front of him, as if trying to protect himself. i immediately recognize him as the boy that hangs out with Taehyung the most— Jimin.
"Fuck off," Taehyung murmurs in a rough voice, spitting out more blood. "You were laughing along with them."
"I..." Jimin stutters, blinking as he takes a step back. "I'm sorry—"
The small, remaining audience calls Jimin back— and the boy doesn't hesitate to leave Taehyung alone. i don't pay the others any attention, still slightly trembling as Taehyung tries not to wobble while he walks away from the house. i immediately put a hand on his shoulder, begging to the heavens that he's able to feel your presence even though you know that he always tries to avoid you when he's feeling upset.
Taehyung doesn't show any signs of recognition as he continues to walk away, ignoring the insults and threats thrown at him as he drags his feet aimlessly. I stick to his side, trying not to let your own screaming thoughts overwhelm you as they reprimand you over and over— you should have stayed next to him. You shouldn't have left him alone—
Taehyung walks and walks until he's put enough distance between him and the house, and even though i don't recognize the place im in, a sigh of relief escapes my mouth when i spot a small park for children a couple of meters away. Taehyung doesn't hesitate to sit on one of the benches, and i can almost feel the sudden chilly air of the darkness, too stingy and dry as it breezes through your translucent figure.
Taehyung's breathing heavily and you can only try to remain calm, kneeling in front of him as your hand touches his tousled hair, his face, the bruised eye and the bloody lips. i trace my fingertips as if they were feathers, as delicately as possible; and even though i can't feel his skin as if you were a real human being, the softness and the warmth is still there, real and alive and glowing as the night.
But your touch is useless, and it doesn't take you long to notice the pitch-black shadows, darker than the sky and heavily alarming. They grab at his arm and attach themselves to his back, and you've never seen them grow so quickly, Taehyung's eyes turning vacant in a way that makes you quiver in terror.
"Taehyung, Taehyung—" i murmur his name in a rapid, desperate whisper that his senses don't catch. The shadows are still spreading and i can only keep my hands on his face, willing down the urge to materialize as you channel all of your light towards him.
"Uh..." he suddenly murmurs, blinking as he looks around lazily. It makes you snap up, hands freezing. "Are you there?"
You let your hand fall on top of his as it rests on his thigh. "Yes."
Taehyung waits a couple of seconds before sighing, licking his dried lips as he puts his hands on top of the cold bench. He looks up at the sky then, frowning, ignoring your frenzied figure and the swirling, dense darkness around him.
"I don't even feel anything. Is that weird?" he asks, biting his bottom lip before letting it go, wincing at the sharp pain. "I guess I'm just giving up."
I shake my head, pushing down the anxiety that's trying to cloud your mind. "No, you can't give up."
The fog seems to linger over the two of you now, intimidating and strong and you can only ignore it, focusing only on the empty, disinterested gaze of Taehyung's dark eyes.
He smiles then— and the sight makes your chest ache, coldness seeping through your filmy limbs as your emotions threaten to break you like weak, thin glass. It makes you want to scream, how your hands and your voice are unable to do anything, every instinct inside of you crying out for the pain and the hurt that never quite leaves his face, no matter how much he smiles or laughs.
It's as if your own body acts on its own accord, and you don't realize you're sitting on the floor with your eyes fixed on your hands until you feel something touch your chin, the contact so soft you barely feel it. A hesitant finger lifts your head and you can't contain the gasp that escapes your lips, goosebumps rising all over your skin when his eyes connect with yours.
He's staring at you with the same glint of wonder you saw on his face that first time you materialized, and his intent eyes focused on yours makes you stop breathing even though you never really needed it in the first place.
Hey bestiesss . so i take back my word about agent x agent ff
nono its not like im not gonna publish philophobia but im just changing roles hehe
agent tae x baker dahyun . ik yall trying to kill me listen i promise there will be 40+ chapters 😍❤💯
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