Chapter 8

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It had been a week

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It had been a week.


A week since everything went upside down and feral for Taehyung and the auditorium incident.

A week since Jungkook told him that he'll explain everything after the "mission" is over. Now, both he and Jimin are nowhere to be found.

A week since he saw his master last.

And Taehyung didn't know how to feel now.

He hadn't gone to school and had resorted to locking himself up in his hostel room that he shared with Jungkook. It's not like he denied to eat or pick up his mother's worried and distressed calls but he just didn't feel like doing anything. The school understood this, keeping in mind that Taehyung had gone through a lot. If anything, it surely took a toll on his mental health. 

He stared outside through the window; at the bold darkness of the young night that kept the warmth of June a little colder. An odd feeling was retaliating to a weak spot in his heart and he tried his best not to let it overwhelm him. "Have you been used? They used you, right?" The voice cried, slowly and surely confiscating Taehyung's attention from his tear glands.

He heard some movements from his hostel room's balcony.

Or so he thought.

Consequently, he got up to check.

His eyes widened. There was a silhouette of a man.

"Who's there?" Taehyung was surprised by his own voice as it sounded a few octaves deeper as if he hadn't spoken for days and his voice was laying dormant.

"Who do you think I am…?"

The words and familiar tone of the voice instantly had an effect on his facial expression as a pretty shade of crimson softly painted his cheeks.

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