ʜᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜ | taekook ✓

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Taehyung is done. He's entirely done. Exhausted. Helpsless. Anxious. Pacing through his apartment after yet another fight he's had with his mother over the phone. "And you thought moving away will solve your problems", Taehyung sighs to himself desperately after practically collapsing onto his sofa. He grunts as he pushes himself up to run his hands all the way across his face, through his hair and along the back of his neck to ease his nerves.

Taehyung checks his phone that is lying on the little coffee table. Accompanied by few pizza boxes and an empty can of beer. He forced it down. He despises the taste of beer. But isn't that what's so thrilling about it? Doing things he hates when he feels shit. Taehyung thinks that way at least. Putting his body through as much discomfort as possible, even if it's subtle. Burrying himself deeper into his own hole of isolation and pain. People might call it another way of self harm, Taehyung dismisses those allegations though. He's not sick. He's not weak.

23:46 o'clock. The lights in his home turned off, only the street lanterns illuminating through the big window in his living room that's connected to the kitchen. The
light reflecting slightly off the kitchen counter. It's pitch black outside. He hears a siren of what he assumes might be a police car racing to catch whatever criminal caused their distress. The atmosphere only adding to his depressive episode. Then his phone rings.

Taehyung's heart drops. "Not again, not again", he frustratedly repeats, almost scoffs, as he throws himself back onto the couch. He hurriedly fixes his composure though and reaches forward to check the user, praying it's not his mother. Oh, his mother. A difficult lady. Taehyung doesn't like wasting much of his brain capacity to think about her if he doesn't have to. She's only ever made his life hell. Causing him to fall into a deep spiraling depression once he moved out at the barely ripe age of 20. He is 27 now. You might think things have settled after almost 7 years on his own. Who thought your body and mind will fall sick once you focus less on survival. You start to realize. You start to get back to your senses, try to live a normal life. You're not constantly on edge, making you dismiss all sorts of concerns, because your biggest concern is to make it out safely. You start to feel. Which, in his case, made him miserable.

The weight of the Eifel Tower lifts off of his shoulders as it reads "mini Jimini". The contact name making him grin amusingly, reminding him of his short friend. "Hello?", he speaks into the phone with his voice about half an octave higher than usual, his nerves still a little heightened from before. "Yo you good bro?", Jimin laughs on the other end, barely audible from the noise in the background. "Where are you? Why is it so loud?", Taehyung is being rather nonchalant about it as his friend's laughter confirms that he is in fact fine. "What? Wait I can't hear you, hold on!", Jimin practically screeches into the speaker followed by rustling noises and what seems to be a whole lot of people screaming and laughing.

"Okey," he sighs "finally. What did you say?", Jimin sounds like he's just ran a marathon, completely out of breath. "Where are you? Why'd you call?", Taehyung rolls the empty can of beer back and forth, not really caring about an answer. "I'm at the club in Hongdae. Dude, people are going craaaazy over here. You should join us!"."Us?", Taehyung sounds unimpressed, not sharing his friend's enthusiasm. "Yoongi is here. Busy getting all drunk and stuff", Jimin exclaims in between genuine giggles "are you okey? What happened to our party pig?". "My mom. It's fine though.", Taehyung is close to zoning out, giving relatively short and bland answers. The beer can still rolling back and forth at the movement of his hand. "You know what would make it even better? A FUCKING PARTYYY!!", Jimin belts into the phone startling Taehyung out of his trance, the can having rolled off the table at the sudden movement. "Jimin I don't know if-" "Shut up and come here, Taehyung.  It's literally Friday night. I'm sending you my location bye!". Before Taehyung can object, the line has cut off.