"Taehyung," my brother called the day we moved to the small studio apartment.
"Yes hyeong?"
"Isn't it better here? It'll be perfect for you."
"Huh?" he was acting strangely and everything he was saying didn't make sense.
"Being at that house alone...I don't know..you'll feel empty."
"Nah, I have work. And you should find a job too!"
With a blank expression, he looked away and carried a suitcase into the room.
With a pout and furrowed eyebrows, I titled my head to the side. Utterly confused with his behaviour, I followed him inside.
He was hinting it to me in many ways, but I was too stupid to realise.
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save me; taehyung
Short Story||completed|| "Why is it so dark where I'm alone It's dangerous how wrecked I've become... Save me, I can't even get a grip on myself" -Kim Taehyung [short chapters] [not edited]
