The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Forty-Nine

"There you are." Bo-Ra's lips curled fondly. "My ass was beginning to separate from my body."

Her eyes narrowed when his frame etched into the moonlight with sparkling clarity. The haze of the night portrayed him as the silhouette of a treading ghost, or maybe a miserable man.

Due to the approaching proximity, Taehyung's form became even more hunched; the hood of his jacket doing him the justice to hiding his face in the dark as he jogged his way towards her.

"You're...hurt?" She tilted her head, bending a little to understand what was wrong with his face.

The blue bruise from the fight with Seokjin had developed into a rain-filled colour, however, what drew her concern were the marks around his forehead and jaw that weren't there before.

"Did your father do that to you?" She spoke into the wind, observing his attempt to avoid pain when he sat on the bench beside her. Her smile disappeared into the night.

Her optimistic eyes drowned with worry when the light threw just enough on his face to showcase all the fresh wounds.

"How long until the next train?" He said, rubbing the stinging ache at the periphery of his lip.

"With the way you look, you should jump under it I swear." Bo-Ra reached with her fingers and wiped the blood around the corners of his lips. "Is this how I am to see you every other day?"

The look in his eyes whispered words of a safer time in her life but she knew this expression so well that it aroused within her all but sympathy.

"When is the train-"

"I don't know!" She slapped his arm. He winced again, defending his arm for a second attack but it never came.

"The officers said there's one every thirty minutes but it's so late I don't know if it's true." Bo-Ra's voice softened. "You don't even listen to what I say."

"How cruel." Taehyung proclaimed with an exhausted laugh. "Thirty minutes is too cruel."

"Are you drunk? Why are you talking like that?" She pushed him by the shoulder. "Oh, so you want me to be the only one who keeps talking while you act all 'mafia-ish' with me? Well, you know what, I'm not talking to you in that case! Why don't you go back instead of calling me to meet you in the dead of the night over and over like I'm not a woman?"

Taehyung laughed, holding the wound in his side from ripping anymore. "Why do you think you have to be scared of anything in the dark? Am I not a reason enough for you to be safe? I missed you and yet this is all that you have to say to me?"

"Do you think I haven't? I miss you too Taehyung!" She cried. "But I can't watch you willingly get wounded every day. That's not the kind of relationship I want to be in. I'll forever be worried about never seeing you again. Do you think it's easy to do that when I have my entire life ahead of me?"

"Why is it so easy for you to say that?" His eyes dewed.

"It's not. But you have to understand. I love you too much to support this profession."

When Taehyung remained silent, she punched his back making him cry out again.

"Ow! That hurts!" He winced.

"As it should! You let your father do this to you in the name of taking his business over. I can't lose you like this. I'd rather watch myself leave." Her voice choked, making it tremble more than it usually would. "I'm sorry if that seems heartless to you but it's truly not."