𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

kth : save me

summary: in which she believes in the good.

genre: angst, fluff

word count: + 1.3k

part 2 of the 'save me' series.

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"excuse me, when does visitor's time end?", i asked the woman at the reception. "in about two hours, who would you like to see?" i inhaled deeply and braced myself for her reaction. "kim taehyung." letting out a surprised gasp, she answered: "might i know who you are? you're the first to want to visit him. people are quite scared of this boy. so young and already a killer.", she said and i clenched my fists under the table. "he's my best friend, maybe even more. and i miss him, no matter if he murdered or not. so, can i please see him?" "the circumstances will be different. the police officers will decide if they separate you for your own safety. you can see him but are protected by a wall."

"that's stupid, he's my closest friend!", i blurted out. that was not how i wanted this to go. how could i hug him and tell him that i missed him when we were being separated? on the other hand, a part of me was frightened. he murdered, killed someone. i let out a sad sigh and said: "i apologize for my sudden outburst. when it comes to this boy, i get emotional quite often." "it's alright. i'll call an officer and maybe you can make a compromise.", she said. a compromise. that was better than nothing, i thought.

"hello, what can i help you with?", a young officer strode towards me, offering a handshake. i smiled. "i want to visit a close friend of mine, kim taehyung." he raised an eyebrow and gave this kind of stare you'd receive when your opposite was being surprised. "i never knew he had something such as close friends. have you heard of the rules? if someone is arrested for murder, their relatives and friends shall be protected at any costs when visiting. you know what that means, you're going to be separated by a wall." looking down, i grabbed my bag a bit tighter. "i'm sorry if i appear rude, but i don't get these rules. all i want is to see my ... best friend, and i know very well what he did. but i've known him for a long time and he's not a violent, cold-hearted killer."

in the end, we indeed made a compromise. i was allowed to meet taehyung in personal, no walls separating us, but his hands would be chained and police officers would be ready to interfere if things would get out of control. to me, it seemed stupid and the thought of my friend being chained made my heart clench. taking a deep breath to brace myself for what was about to come, i stepped in the sterile, clean room. it was small, only a bed was placed on the other side. that was not a cell, but a visitor's room. and there he sat, kim taehyung.

he wore a light blue overall, the one all of the prisoners had to wear, he looked at the ground. i noticed that his hands were being chained and fought back the urge to run towards him. it was the first time i saw this boy after it happened. after the kiss, after the visit from the police. a part of me was mad, another part worried sick. i cleared my throat and he looked up, hazel eyes widen in shock when he recognized the one standing in front of the door. i, on the other hand, gasped when i realized how devastated he looked. dark hair messed up, sticking in all kinds of directions, eyes dull and lifeless, skin pale. "t-tae.", i choked out as i dropped my purse and walked towards him, crouching to his height.

"(y-y/n), what are you doing here?", he asked, voice sounding hoarse and raspy, as if he didn't speak for a long time. "i wanted to see you.", i whispered and reached out, my warm fingers touching his cool skin, tracing lines along his jawline down to his chained hands. "so much.", i continued and brushed a strand of hair out of his face.

"but why would you want to see me? i'm a monster.", tae blurted out, avoiding my gaze. "who said that?" "the other prisoners. they avoid me, give me disgusted glares and say i should be sent into a psychiatry. they don't know what i have been going through.", his voice filled the room and i took a shaky breath, leaning closer to the boy i loved so much, until our foreheads were touching. "to be honest, i would have never thought of thinking of you as a monster, tae. yes, you did something terribly wrong, but that doesn't mean you're a monster.", i said, cupping his face in my hands. tae sighed and closed the gap between us, our lips on each other in a soft, feathery kiss, so careful as if fearing that everything would break apart after. i ran my fingers through his brown hair, entangling it slightly.

after a while, we needed to pull away, and i smiled. "i'm sure you have meet ups with the officers and such, right?" "yes, but i haven't told them anything, i just couldn't. i'm so ashamed of myself, (y/n). i mean, i killed my father. my own father.", he whispered, tears brimming in the corners of his auburn eyes. i pulled him into a hug, letting him cry freely, his tears wetting the collar of my sweater. "shh..", i murmured, in an attempt to calm him, i cradled him in my arms as well. "everything will be okay. i'm here, i'll stay by your side.", i muttered, hoping he could understand me.

after some time passed, a knock on the door interrupted us, and two officers walked in. "visitor's time is officially over, miss. are you alright?", the older of them spoke, gaze directed towards me, and i nodded, not wanting to leave the one i loved so much. i gently pulled away from his hug and leaned down one last time, pecked his cheek softly. "see you soon, tae. and don't forget, you can be honest with your feelings, i'm sure not everyone will judge you.", i whispered into his ear, and taehyung nodded slowly. then, i walked out of the room, out of the buildings, the feelings weighing me down. "i just hope that everything will be fine.", i said to myself. it just had to be.

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that was two months ago. following my advice, taehyung had literally poured his heart out in front of his psychologist and the officers. he told them all about the abuse he and his mother had to endure all those years. how i tried to prevent him from doing what he did in the end. and that he regretted everything so much.

sure, that couldn't prevent him from going into jail, but he was arrested for one year only. "they said i seemed to be honest - and that i just tried to protect my mother.", the brunet told me, his voice laced with something that was between happiness and relaxation. i, on the other hand, felt peaceful. "you know, one year is damn long, but it's nothing compared to the rest of my life.", taehyung added, pressing a kiss on my forehead. "what do you mean by that?" "that i want to spend the rest of my life with you, as soon as i get out of here.", he replied, showing me his cute, box-shaped grin. a blush made its way on my cheeks, and i tried to hold back a squeal. "are you serious?!" "always am, especially when it comes to you."

i laughed and nuzzled my boyfriend's neck, ready to stay the last minutes we got together before visitor's time was over. it was difficult, that for sure, but we both knew that we could make it. "i love you, tae.", i whispered, and the older hugged me even tighter.

"i love you too."

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edited; 2017/11/30.

"every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear."
— charlotte brontë; jane eyre