"Life is about give and take; you know this better than anyone; the deal is clear, either you take an in, or war it shall be.
"It's indeed give and take, so why do I feel like the only one who gives without receiving anything in return?"
"Because th...
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Life is full of choices; everyone has options, and the only thing that is everyone's responsibility is the weight of the choice they will carry.
You knew yours; you accepted it.
But Taehyung wasn't given a choice, neither when he was shot nor when he was forced to choose another veterinarian for his horses. The problematic instance you caused between him and Namjoon led to several consequences, the most important of which was betrayal.
Namjoon wasn't lying down playing dead when you got married and wanted to have your name changed. In fact, he took your stance and the position you stood in very heavily, thought of it as perchidy. However, what topped it all and filled the bucket to the brim was the way Taehyung preferred to believe a stranger instead of him.
He had devoted his youth to the Kims. He shuttled back and forth between the old and the younger, pleasing both, only to be ridiculed in front of witnesses for something he felt he had nothing to do with.
For him, you were the first to stab, the first to threaten.
The chance for retribution was so tempting to be left out when the deputy, Mr. Choi approached him. He would have refused, and to his credit, he had thought really hard before agreeing to spy on Taehyung's schedule and give information about it.
As he stood in front of Miss Baek for more than twenty minutes, talking about the weather and the fine dust while playing with his car keys and having pointless discussions that he would never have opened with the elderly lady, he had wondered if he was really willing to take the deputy's offer seriously and give his friend a taste of the poison he had received. On reflection, he thought that he would even be elected the new heir if he tried, and when greed blinded his vision, he no longer saw why he should refuse.
Taehyung was lost in thoughts when you questioned him for the umpteenth time, unable to answer you. Only when you had regained your strength thanks to Seokjin's care and Jungkook's home-cooked meals did you begin to ask what had happened.
"It's none of your business." That was the only answer he gave you every time.
There was a calmness to be found in your mundane tasks, something akin to a soft caress you never experienced, like a peaceful slumber after a long, tiring day.
You missed that, Taehyung too.
But none of you could appreciate it when you had the chance. Surfing the waves of thought and ranting about events robbed you of the serenity that lay in something as simple as a routine.
His phone never stopped receiving calls from his father and Katarina while Jungkook was working on his rehabilitation. He had no more excuses left to provide and found himself near spilling the truth.
But there was no logic to it. He knew. Telling what he had experienced would also mean admitting what he had done. That couldn't be a choice he would opt for, even under the threat of a knife.
