i think you're pretty....

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29TAEHYUNGIt took Yoongi thirty minutes to get over Taehyung. As proved in his Instagram story, where he was seen making about with another boy, Jimin.

The art show wasn't even over yet and Yoongi was gone. He was really gone this time. Taehyung's just wanted to go home, but he also wanted to get paid for the full five hours so he stayed seared and tried to smile and nod when people talked to him.

Eventually, he got to leave, Namjoon and Jin were long gone, and he walked home in the rain. He shouldn't have kissed Jungkook, he knew that. He wouldn't have acted on anything, if he hadn't kissed him.

He locked his door and pulled down the blinds, shut his phone of and was left in complete darkness.

The next week he didn't leave his apartment. He didn't talk to anyone. He spent twenty-four hours a day painting. He didn't sleep much; he didn't look at his phone.

It was so dark in his mind, he couldn't even see himself anymore. His arms were redder than they ever had been, and he lost a concerning amount of weight, just looking at him.

-Taehyung opened his eyes up to the ceiling, feeling his stomach rumble for the hundredth time today. He needed food.

He looked over at his bag, where he kept his wallet in the side pocket. Could he make it down the convenience store?

He needed food. He didn't want to die, so he sat up and pulled on a clean sweater, keeping his pajama pants on before slipping on a pair of Vans.

He stood up, and felt himself sway, and grabbed onto the wall.

"Shit." He mumbled, his voice crackles from not talking for days at a time. 

He stumbled his way over to the backpack and opened the pocket. He had a ton of cash, after clocking in the check he'd pulled out a couple hindered just to know it was real.

He took it and went to his door, his head less foggy now.

Taehyung didn't lock the door after he left, he walked down the hall extremely thankful that he had an elevator instead of stairs.

He clicked the button waiting for it to come up to his floor. In the meantime, he decided to press his forehead against the cool metal panel.

"Are you alright?" A voice says.

Tae looked up and saw his neighbors whom he'd only glimpsed the past month. "Yeah, I'm just tired."

"You look really pale." The man's brown eyes were concerned. "My names Chris, I'm your neighbor. I can get you something if you need it."

"I'm just going to go get some food." Taehyung mumbled, his voice crackling and snapping in his throat.

"Oh? So am I! We can go together." Chris smiles and the elevator doors open and the two shuffled inside. Taehyung leaned against the rail, while Chris stood by the buttons. "How old are you? What's your name?"

"Taehyung. I'm seventeen." He mumbled, holding tightly to the rail as his vision started to fill with static.

"Taehyung! That's a nice name. I'm seventeen, I live with my aunt across the hall. How long have you lived in here?" Chris's voice was perky and high pitched and ran in his ears.

"A month, I think..." Tae tried to blink, waiting for his mind to clear, but it didn't help much. He wished Chris would stop talking to him.

"Oh? You're new. Why'd you move here?"

"I needed to get away..." Tae heard the door ring, and suddenly his vision cleared as the door jolted open. He started to walk out, hoping the boy wouldn't follow him out. The convenience store was just down the hall, he could make it right?

"What? You needed to get away?" Christina was at his side, eyes puppy-like. "From what?"

Taehyung pushed open the doors. Or fell in through the door and managed to catch himself before the tile caught his eyes.

He just needed food; he really didn't care what it was. He grabbed a bag of chips, a pack of ramen, a meat snacks a drink, the list continued until his arms were full and the cashier was looking at him, mildly concerned.

"Is this all?"

"Can I have a pack of cigarettes?"

"Yes, which kind?"

Taehyung tried to focus on the cigarette selection behind him, found he couldn't and blinked hard. "Uhm..."

"Sir?" The boy tilted his head at Taehyung. Or Taehyung thought he was tilting his head, then everything went black.-