The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Forty-Eight

"This doesn't feel right anymore, Kobin."

"I thought you'd never say it." He replied, eyes trained to the neverending fog of air following the taxi ahead of them. His fingers on the wheel were beginning to hurt.

The inquisitions, the curiosity, the stem of any question was all for nought when they were tailing the only person they shouldn't have. And maybe none of this would have happened if this woman had given it a break for fuck's sake. But no, she was going on and on, startling them with whatever she was doing.

He liked her. He liked her for everything, including the parts she didn't show but all of sudden the simple want of love was turning into a nightmare that they couldn't wake up from. Every time something went wrong, a ferally reeking ghost showed up asking him to choose between the bias. Not like he was checking any points in the friendship box either, much less someone who loved her. If he was, he wouldn't be spying on her in the daylight like he was one of those dangerous men.

Something was wrong with her and even the way she walked and talked was a witness to it. It was like watching a movie, loving the character and noticing her change slowly through the drama.

"That's not what I mean!" Yujin rubbed his neck, tired of the sensation of something crawling up his shirt. Fear? Guilt? Disgust? He couldn't tell anymore.

"Following her was alright but I hate it now."

"I know. I'm not even sure where we are." Kobin let out a small cry, smacking the steering to whiff the steam off a little.

The windows were rolled up and the regular screech of the wind was distracting them in turns. Sometimes it felt like a distant scream so real that it made them hate the winter more than this whole situation.

There was not much of a choice after whatever that mafia boyfriend of hers was so obsessed about. Besides, he wasn't going to hurt Jangmi. However, his actions looked like he could hurt her in a way they didn't know of or maybe he could in ways they knew.

What was he going to do after getting enough information? Was he going to chase her?

Kobin slowly halted the car at the nearest curb and hitched himself back until his car was hidden behind one of the fences at the turn.

The place was abandoned and looked like the entrance to a sea-facing opening. Like a port. And for once, when he heard the sound of a ship mooing, he thought he was at the end of his lifetime at the pearly gates but soon it started making sense. The lack of people, the palms and the direction they were driving in. All led towards the sea.

Why was she at a port? Did she want to leave Korea through the waterways?

But why couldn't she tell them of that? It wasn't like they could stop her if she had made up her mind. This was losing grip on reality if what she thought was true.

Wait.

Someone who wasn't Jangmi stepped out of the vehicle. A man—in black apparel. It was clear that he was in the car long before Jangmi got in. Was he the driver? Or a friend?

"What happened to Jangmi's boobs?"

Kobin turned to Yujin, aghast and expecting him to look like he was joking but he looked too serious. Concerningly serious.

"Oh. It's not her." Yujin sighed, with his hand on his chest. "I thought you were gay for a minute."

"Let me get you a stage to perform because you're cracking too many jokes!" Kobin hissed.

Their breaths held up in their throats as both of Jangmi's friends watched the man pull Jangmi out in a way that was not the way a taxi driver would.

"What the fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Kobin slammed his hand over his mouth and gasped, terrified by the sight before his eyes. "Is she being taken hostage? But we saw her get in! How the hell did it get to this?"