lie; kv

chapter eight.

not proof read it's 3 am rn sorry

Taehyung kicked a rock around, staring at the floor with a numb feeling. It was twenty minutes past his lesson time and he was carelessly wandering about rather than attending class like he should be.

If he had to be honest, he didn't even know where he was. He had a constant feeling of Deja vu, but he never remembered enough to pinpoint a memory. Taehyung just walked and walked where his legs wanted to go, only stopping when he grew tired.

As he sat down on a bench, watching people pass by and do their own things he couldn't stop thinking.

What was my childhood like? Taehyung stared at a child that ran past, sadness engulfing him and the sense of being lost taking over.

He was so lost, he didn't know what to with himself or who he even was. Doe eyes always constantly looked around with a constant appearance of confusion or distress.

It was frustrating and the frustration left him paralysed. Taehyung didn't want to go to class for the exact reason, he knew that people would just stare at him and talk to him which was terrifying since he absolutely knew nobody.

Aside from Jeongguk. Although the only memory he had was of the boy at the chicken shop, Jeongguk still gave him that feeling of being found and safe. He didn't feel so lost when Jeongguk was around because a emotion strong to invoke a memory would take over him.

At least I have him. Taehyung huffed, picking up his phone to distract himself from his thoughts. Surprisingly, Jeongguk had texted him.

He let out another frustrated sigh, staring at the message and mumbling it to himself out loud shamefully.

jeongguk
Why aren't you in?

Taehyung slowly began to type, sounding out the letters under his breath and reading over to make sure they made sense.

th
I don't want to come I am too scared

Taehyung watched the three dots with a nervous heart, feeling dread when a text popped up and he repeated the same thing again.

jeongguk
Where are you now? Are you okay?

Taehyung couldn't form the right words or even bother trying to figure out the words he was staring at. He understood the first question after some time and tapped a location button which sent Jeongguk his location.

He deemed that as good enough and put his phone away, he decided to go back to staring at people and asking him questions since he had nothing else to do.

I wonder why Jimin was so upset yesterday. What the hell was he on about that I was suffering from? Taehyung merely pulled his sleeve back and ran his fingers over the scars.
Why would I do this to myself?

Taehyung forced himself not to think about it and to do something else that was enough of a distraction. He reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette pack.

He had stolen it in the morning out of impulse, it had caught his eye since his father had placed it not so discreetly on the kitchen counter just as he was about to leave the house.

Taehyung's eyes wandered over to other people doing the same thing, blowing out smoke and breathing it out like oxygen. He cursed under his breath when he realised that he didn't have a lighter.

So, he turned his head towards the smoker beside him who was too busy on her phone crying about something. It didn't take much effort to reach into her right pocket which luckily is where an orange lighter was.