Obsession (vkook)

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Seokjin walks into Taehyung's apartment after unlocking the door with the spare key—he always kept it with him.

"Taehyung?" He calls as he shuts the door. "It's me, mom sent me. She said you weren't answering your phone."

He walks to the living room as he looks around for any sign of Taehyung. He drops his keys on the couch before walking to the kitchen. The apartment is quiet and still—too quiet.

"Taehyung?" He calls, looking through the kitchen—opening the cabinets and the refrigerator to find them empty. He frowns. He recently brought groceries over. Just as the thought leaves him he finds everything he brought in the garbage bin. "What the hell...?"

He hears movement down the hall, turning his attention in that direction before heading over. He peaks into the bathroom in the hall before walking down to where Taehyung's room was. He knocks, listening in for a second before pushing the door open.

He looks around the room, eyeing the perfectly made bed and the undrawn curtains suspiciously.

He hears movement in the closet, followed by the sound of labored breathing. "Is that you, Taehyung?"

"Please...please don't~" Taehyung's voice says, Seokjin can barely make out the whispers through his heavy breathing.

"Taehyung-ah," Seokjin says, walking hesitantly to the closet. He pulls the door open, his eyes landing on a distraught Taehyung who's hands are pressed tightly against his ears. "T-Tae, what's wrong?"

"Leave me alone," Taehyung sobs, flinching away when Seokjin touches him. "Leave me alone, leave me alone~"

"It's me, Taehyung, it's Seokjin," Ge says, kneeling down in front of him. "Take your hands down, Tae, it's me."

"You're not real," Taehyung says, keeping his eyes squeezed shut and pressing his hands against his ears harder when Seokjin tries to pull them away. "You're not real, leave me alone. Please leave me alone."

"It's Seokjin, I'm your hyung. I'm real, you know me."

"No," Taehyung cries, tears slipping down his face. "Please leave me alone, please."

"I have to call someone," Seokjin says, hesitating in case Taehyung stopped him. He stands after a moment, fishing his phone out of his pocket before calling their mom. "Mom, s-something's wrong with, Taehyung."

Seokjin barely hears his mom's alarmed response over Taehyung's heavy breathing and crying.

"No, he's here, but something's wrong," Seokjin says. "I don't know what to do, he won't listen to me."

His mom tries to get through to Taehyung, but eventually they give up and call for help.

When the paramedics arrive Taehyung is in the same frazzled state, tears streaming down his face as he gripped his hair tightly in his fists.

It's hard for Seokjin to watch Taehyung struggle against the paramedics as he is escorted out of the apartment. He averts his eyes and tries to block out his cries but he still takes in everything he's saying.

    "Seokjin-hyung, please," He cries. "Don't let them take me, please. Why're you letting them take me~"

    "Seokjin? What's going on?" His mother speaks on the other line. "Are you following them to the hospital? You have to be there until I can get there."

    "I-I'm...yes I'm following them."

~

I'm here, Taehyung. You don't have to be afraid.