The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Ten

Taehyung grabbed the inch of the bathroom door that he had just closed, as the world swung up into the sky. The bath stall seemed to have lifted up to a height he couldn't reach. He raised his head, nearly tearing up with the blinding ray of light reflecting above the mirror. It was higher than he had expected it would be. An uneasy breath flew through his mouth and he hung his head low. The tiled surface of the floor was closer than before. Was he hallucinating? Or was this an eyesight complication?

It was after an entire minute of staring at the floor after which it dawned on him that he was on his knees, plagued with sweat, half dizzy and strung with needles in his head. Someone had rung a metal gong in his brain that kept spinning in circles and kept on revolving back to him with increasing intensity.

He reached for the corner of the bureau upon which the basin lay and pushed his body upwards, unknowingly kicking the waste bin lying at his feet. Through the bruised memories replaying, this seemed to be the second time he had done that. He had toppled over that bin while entering too. Somehow the maps of his mind were zig zagged and messed up. He couldn't identify what had happened first.

A whisky glass sat on the rink. His memory was fudged, even so, surely he had carried this inside on his way to the bath. As a part of unconscious habit, he watched himself reached for the drink.

"Fuck." He pushed his soggy hair back and groaned at his reflection. Two pools of blood stared back at him. His lips were dehydrated and his throat seemed to be summoning needles everytime he swallowed.

The glass slipped through his fingers and landed on the basin with a loud slap, jolting him out of his reverie and shock.

Damn Namjoon for forgetting that he detested trains and railway tracks, especially when the sun bid adieu. Now he was left with no other choice but to survive through this brain-combusting ordeal.

It would be okay after a good nap. He just needed to get out of this shower room and walk back inside. Only a nap and the Namjoon would be standing before him to explain his scheduling. Either way, he was expected to stop venturing into these dispute meets now. Someone with the likeness of an underboss would be suitable to take matters in their hands instead of him making unwanted errands all the time.

"Argh!" He grunted, shaking his head violently to shed the giddiness and failed to.

With one hand he ripped the soaked shirt off himself and watched it as it fell to the floor, with the other he reached for the shower plug and stepped in it, letting the cool water rush down his back.

His eyes fluttered close regretting it instantly, getting electrocuted with the unwanted reels of his life over again. He grabbed the towel, throwing it into the sink and cursing at it when he realised that he hadn't pulled his pants down yet.

Fucking awesome. He gritted his teeth, and leaned back against the sink, breathing out in agony. Now he had to undo his pants too. Just a little more.

Wringing his hands to prepare, he swallowed through his barren throat and reached for his buckle, struggling to undo the belt first when his elbow hit something and he heard the noise of the glass tumble over. The next thing he knew was the stench of the liquor bombard in the trapped room.

"What in the motherfucking world.." he continued undoing his pants and pulled them out of his feet, almost tumbling down with the clothing himself and saving by the balance of a tip.

He whisked the towel behind him on the sink and wrapped it around his naked waist.

Just enough rest and it should be okay.

He grabbed the door handle and stepped out of the room at the same as he heard the unlatching of his door and Jangmi appeared to be standing in the doorway. She gasped when their eyes met, both unprepared to find each other instantly.