'Til We Meet Again | Taekook AU

Chapter 3

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When finally Taehyung gained a bit of his conscience, he heard voices.

Two voices - he could make out Jimin's voice and there was another person who was whispering beside Jimin. 

Jimin was here? Taehyung took another moment to confirm the voice was really him. Another second to ignore the nausea in his stomach, and Taehyung regained enough conscience to pick out Jimin's familiar voice. But his head hurt too much to press on and find out who the other person was.

Hadn't he told that idiot to escape when he could? Why couldn't Jimin listen for once? If he had had enough strength, Taehyung would have slapped Jimin on the back or maybe on his face, and maybe try to drill some sense into him. If only he had listened to Taehyung, he would be back home safe and sound. But no Jimin had to come snooping around and now -
Taehyung's chest felt heavy and he had difficulty breathing.

Somewhere near him, he heard Jimin's worried voice but he ignored it.

How was he going to explain the blood and his condition? Taehyung couldn't think of a plausible reason. Maybe he should just go with the safe word - 'magic' and say it's a side effect of doing magic.

It should work, since this Jimin was human and humans were somewhat gullible, as far as Taehyung knew.

He hadn't taken comfort in naming his powers as 'magic' before. It had always been a last resort, simply because the word didn't quite do justice to his abilities.

In a sense, if explained in layman's language or human language for that matter, one could say he was somewhat of a deity.

'A deity with half his powers.' - his mind was quick to mock him and Taehyung sighed.

It was true.

His past had ruined everything. And what was worse, was that he wasn't supposed to meet Jimin like this or even be this close. It was going to mess up their future, Taehyung was sure of it.

He had tried to change his fate once, had tried to manipulate the events such that for once he would have them in his life, if only for a few moments, and it had ended horribly.

Taehyung had never tried that madness again.

"Is he okay?" the other person was asking.

He sounded familiar. Who was this guy? Taehyung wondered. If he had been standing close by, Taehyung could have guessed, but judging by the distance and whispering sounds, he was standing outside the phone booth. "Is he sick?"

"I don't know, JK. I found his wallet and wanted to return it to him. And then I followed him here." Jimin said.

JK? Was that a nickname for his buddy? Taehyung thought. He had seen many idols use stage names, maybe this person was a fellow idol who was using his stage name in front of Jimin.

Taehyung tried to move closer, and immediately regretted it.

His entire left side caught fire, the white hot pain, burning his blood and every rational thought.

He must have screamed, because Jimin's voice was next to his ear. "What's happening?"

"He was fine just now right? What's wrong with him?" This time the second person was close to him, close enough that he would have recognized that voice anywhere.

But his mind slipped into denial.

It wasn't possible, it just wasn't possible for him to be here.