UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

二 ; １４

The door slammed shut, the impact sent vibrations across the room that shook the painting hanging from the neighboring wall. Taehyung stormed inside his apartment, flicked his shoes from his feet and stomped down the hall.

"Fuck.." he huffed out. "Fuck. Fuck!"

He slapped off some books on the table beside him, flyers of papers scattering from the seams by the time his hand had reached to knock over unsuspecting items in his proximity.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

The tv remote hit the floor, a piece of a glass cup chipped off against the carpet, an ash tray pummeled to the ground. Then came a wrist watch, a gum box, hat, a phone charger, hair brush, more empty cups—all victims to the man's reckless rage.

He uttered out a few more curse words, then ended up plopped over his couch, gaze upon the ceiling, a blur of a watery substance lingering in his eyes.

"Fucking hell.." he uttered to himself, the sight of Jeongguk's innocently tear-stained expression just moments ago imprinted deep into his memory. The boy didn't deserve those words. He knew that. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to purposely hurt others to protect them, although regrettably against their knowledge. But shit, hurting Jeon Jeongguk was the opposite of what he wanted to do.

Yet, it was for the best.

Of course it was for the best.

Jeongguk didn't deserve someone like him holding him back. He was capable of great things. Taehyung wouldn't get in the way of that.

He couldn't.

"I'm so sorry.." he whispered, turning to the side, laying his head upon a couch pillow. "So sorry..." He clutched the cushion tightly in his grip. "So sorry..."

He held his breath, then darts of exasperated gasps unleashed him at once, a panicked pattern to his breathing.

"So sorry, so so sorry, so sorry.." he choked the words out, knuckles turning white from how hard he squeezed, body tensing against the couch. His heart felt stained. As though it bled into his other organs, disrupted the harmony inside his system. And then——

Nothing.

Just like that, his body came to a halt. His hands unclenched, muscles relaxed, a deadpanned expression as he released a ragged breath. He laid there for a moment, then slowly sat up.

Upon reaching his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, Taehyung pulled a small container resembling a prescription bottle, bringing it up to eye level. He rattled the casing, watched as the pills inside shook and ricochet off the enclosure.

Then he dropped the pill bottle and laid back against the couch, basking in the effects of the drug he had consumed before reaching his home.

Slowly. He closed his eyes.

Then—

Ding, ding!

Taehyung's eyes shot open, head plunging to the side towards the direction of the door.

Ding, ding, ding!

"One second!" He shouted, then grumbled quietly and stood from his seat. He approached the front door and swung it open, watching the shorter woman on the other side of it.