"Sometimes you feel like what?" I whispered, taking a step forward.
"Like I'm still running across Europe, still fighting for my life. I wake up sometimes and I have to sit and hold myself together. There are other times that I remember things and my skin burns, my veins feel as though they've been lit on fire, and I have to cool down," she confessed. I found myself speechless.
How in the hell had I missed that? She was still fucking suffering? Jesus Christ.
"Y/N—"
"Do not look at me like that, I'm handling it. I just need time, okay? You haven't caught me before and they're becoming less frequent. It's only when I'm stressed—"
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close.
"I don't need a hug."
"Y/N, shut up and just stand here with me."
"Taehyung—"
"You're still talking."
With a sigh, she stood in my embrace, tense and annoyed, but soon her body relaxed and she laid her head against my chest. A few moments later, she wrapped her arms around me.
"You should have told me, Y/N."
"There's nothing you could have done," she whispered.
"I can be there. Why is it so hard for you to let anyone be there for you?" It always came back to the same issue.
"I'm trying, Taehyung. You have no idea how hard this is for me. It's always been me, it's going to take me time, but you can't treat me differently or pity me. I have been through shit no six year old should see. It was painful but I did it and slowly felt becoming numb to care, comfort and love. I received them from my appa, just not in the way other fathers would do. Though he didn't admit it, I could always see his worry about me being lonely. But that's how I was molded. So, I am trying really hard to change. When you are being told that the only person you could trust with the depth of your soul is only you yourself, what can be expected to change in two and half years." She pulled away from me. "I can still do my job, and that includes seeing our son before we go."
I let go of her as she grabbed a pair of pants and one of my dark t-shirts.
"What are we planning?"
"Tonight, we're going to stalk Doeun." She donned her boots before she pulled out not one, but two guns, and threw them to me.
"Stalk him or kill him?" I was fine with either option.
"For now, stalk. We're going to the White House tomorrow and I'm sure he's going to try to kill us again. Change your shoes, we might be running," she demanded.
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Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)
Fanfiction"Demons by Choice." Betrayed. Y/N is nowhere to be found, Taehyung is in jail, and the Kim family is cracking, just as Ahn Doeun, the FBI Director and puppet master behind their downfall, planned. But just because they're down doesn't mean they're o...
