Perilous

Chapter 42 - Metanoia

"After the stressful events from yesterday the mentors have decided to let the students take a break from the heavy duty hero work and enjoy one of New York City's hotspots!" Naja announced to the crowd of students that formed early the next morning.

It took awhile to drag everyone down, especially after how exhausted all of their bodies felt.

Before any of them had even been woken up, Taehyung could hear the sound of music that awoke him. He attempted to open his eyes, and noticed Song sitting on his bed with his laptop opened.

"Did you even sleep last night...?" he whispered, causing Song to pause the music when clicking the space bar. "For a while."

Taehyung shuffled across his bed, remembering crashing right after the attack ended so quickly that he barely got to speak with Song. The alarm clock showed it was 6:43 A.M, which to Taehyung was way too early.

"It's so...mm," Taehyung starts to grumble as he sits himself up. His head hurts, and he rubbed it. He noticed the white strands of hair mixed with the black as he pulled his fingers through his bangs. "I'm turning grey."

"I think you have Marie Antoinette Syndrome," Song answered. "Huh?? Who's that?"

"It means, your hair starts to turn grey as a result of extreme stress," Song explained.

"Hm...but why is mine so weird then? It's not really grey if I'm being honest. It's white."

"Your syndrome isn't under normal circumstances," Song shrugged. "What you experienced on the day of the attack changed everything, didn't it?"

"Mhm..." Taehyung rubbed his eyes. "It's starting to sound like a broken record at this point. I'm tired."

"Go back to sleep."

"I meant mentally," he corrected him. "They all keep reminding me of the same things every day. 'Oh Taehyung you're a destined hero' or 'the attack changed you'. It's so annoying."

"I'd say it's rather silly," Song closed his laptop and pushed it back into his backpack on the end of the bed. "They should learn to leave you alone."

Taehyung pouts, "my friends are starting to act more like my babysitters. Well, I guess except for you," he rolls over to face Song, his hair messy and fluff.

"Because, plum, I know the truth," Song told. "I'm sure if your friends ever found out, they'd be the same."

"About Yonghwan? No way! That'd be the end of the world, we were a secret for a reason. Only the mentors knew about us," Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I don't even want to talk about him."

Song of course knew all of the details already from Soyeon and Jackson, but Taehyung wasn't aware. But still, if Song wanted to accomplish his mission of steering away the destiny...he had to act clueless.

"On the yacht the other night, when you had confessed to me about your relationship with him...I have to admit, I was surprised," Song begins, and Taehyung's eyes flicker upward. "You were surprised?"

"I was more surprised with how you described him. Although I'm unaware of what part he had to play in the attack back at the Academy, I know that he must have hurt you. For you to turn out this way, I mean..." Song gulped.

Taehyung debated, should I tell him everything?

"You can tell me," Song spoke for his thoughts, causing Taehyung to sit up on his knees unsure. "I don't know, it's hard to explain..."

Song stood up from his own bed, walking over to where Taehyung was sitting and plopped next to him. "Then show me. I know you can do that."

Taehyung felt his hands twitch, could he show him? "I can try. But I can't promise anything. Last time when I showed you that vision..it was out of my control. Most things are."