Bloody Birthday | Kim Taehyung | ✅

Part One

I can hear his voice. He’s calling for me.

With his soft silky hairs with his perfect pale skin, white sparkly teeths with a sunny-winsome smile, his eyes serene as morning dew make him perfect the way he is— he’s calling for me

“Yaa, kang y/n! Did you forget me?"

The way his thin rosy lips curve into a radiant boxy smile, his eyes crinkling as he speaks.

"you aren't supposed to forget about me!" The dulcet tone rings in my ears, his charming smile flashes in front of me. I could see Polaroid pictures of me and him, together hanging with red balloons in the air around the dark room.

A birthday cake with a red candle, which was the only source of light in the dark room.He was standing there in front of me, smiling at me. “You’re alive…” I whisper, clasping a hand on my mouth. .

With a birthday cake in his hand, the small candle blows off with the blast of confetti and he wishes you. "Happy birthday to you, kang y/n!"

Suddenly the light filled the room and the beautiful boy in front of you morphed into a lifeless, pale body lying on the red floor.

I need to get out of here.

......

"Wake up y/n! Y/n!"

You wake up hearing your name over and over again in your dreams. You blinked your eyes before fully opening them, slipping out of your subconsciousness. It was not real.

Lara standing in front of you with an apologetic smile, "Sorry for waking you up but it seemed like you were having a nightmare…?"

"N-no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sleep. It's just-"

"It's fine. You can take a rest. I came to inform you that Jeonghoon has assigned you a new project." She waved the file in her hand towards you before placing it on the desk.

"Did he again give me an observational documentary to work on?" You open the file, already knowing what it says. She nodded her head with a small smile.

“Not again…” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. You looked towards her, forcing a smile as you said ,"Thank you, I will talk to him.." With that you stood up and walked away.

Knocking the door, you waited for your cue to walk into the small cabin, which was systematically messy.

Jeonghoon doesn't look up when you enter his cabin.

"Good morning, Jeong-Hoon! I came here to talk about—"

Jeong-Hoon abruptly cuts you with a smile.  "I'm assuming you are here again with your personal sentiments. But it's best if you begin this month with something lighter."

"Lighter?" You ask.

"I'm putting you under the entertainment division. Lara will tell you more. It's our fastest growing vertical." The words don't really register; this is unacceptable.

"This is good for you. Have a good day!" He says.

"But jeong—"

"It's what already decided," he says

"Can you please put me in another division? There's nothing more I have wanted to try Reflexive Documentaries—"

"You can talk to HR," he says and looks at you. “If that helps.”

The knowing in his voice keeps me from saying anything more.

By the time you were back at your desk, a bunch of sheets and documents with a list of all entertainment-related, successful and unsuccessful, crowdfunding projects were already piled up on the table.