The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Three

Jangmi bit her gasp down as the silence of the grandiose corridor beat her imagination to a pulp. Second notions were never far away. She still had time to reconsider her actions and maybe continue to live a life without problems. And she desperately wanted to. Even so, turning a blind eye to this was impossible.

This had already been a round table debate in the conference room of her head last night. Having second thoughts now was just how much she needed to realize her stupidity.

The weight on her chest began gnawing at her lungs once the interior spread out into fans of spotless decor. Each of the walls on either side had doors on their surfaces that were probably leading into rooms. It frightened her. This regalia and the wonders it made her venture into wasn't her cup of tea.

Was this worth it? Or was this beyond what she was supposed to do?

At this point, nothing that her heart or mind said seemed true. There hadn't been many occasions that let her safely trust her decisions either. Everything that she ever did always ended up in ashes from smoldering flames or ice. Even so, this time, her conscience pestered her into vouching for risk yet again.

When was she going to stop leaning towards spurred decisions? When was she going to mature?

It was getting tiring to die daily under the pressure of something she was unable to buy control upon.

She looked up at the man that her feet had been struggling to keep at par with. Even the suit he wore seemed to degrade her outfit. It hadn't seemed that important to decide the type of clothes she was going to wear in front of Farouq. That did not constitute the outcome. But now that she was here, regrets bloomed. She should have tried. For the least.

Something told her these were not the people she wanted to continue to be with. Was this wrong? Was this too much? God forbid if Taehyung ever found out what ordeal she had undertaken, it was palpable that he wouldn't spare her life. Even for the tiniest second, that would follow.

Would she be able to masquerade this truth from him? And for how long?

The man in his well-pressed suit halted, mirroring Jangmi's actions.

Her fists clenched as she tried to breathe under the suffocating mask around her face, through the mouth. The heat pecking her skin below those clothes was itching her. This was farther than any discomfort she knew of.

Sadly enough, this was how much her mind could bear. She couldn't see herself going further than this.

"Is something the matter?" The sound of the man towering her embodied into the quiet of the corridor.

"I.." Jangmi looked at him in the eye. "I..wish to go home. Will it be okay if I don't go ahead?"

There. It was said.

His gaze turned skeptical upon the betrayal of expectations. The request scoffed at her will. There wasn't a doubt that her manner was that of a coward but going back made more sense somehow!

"I hold no authority to decide that. If you do feel like going back, you may." The man bowed cordially.

Jangmi's eyes widened at those words.

She could go back. It was possible!

Going back had to be the right thing. Why would she risk herself for something she wasn't even sure of? For all she knew, she could fall into a deeper end at the hands of Taehyung himself and lose the remaining happiness she sought in life.

That did not seem like a plan.

"May I take my leave then?" The man asked.

But this was her chance. She could use this to save Chaewon and Hae Soo. Even if they weren't a part of this racket, she could still have hope that something might happen. That would be certainly more than what can happen without these people.