Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)

Runaway

-"Sleep now under my skin

make sure you'll try,

to conjure the wind

and ease my mind."-

Matt Corby, Brother

Leaning on the railing outside the hospital, I breathe in deeply.

Me? He thought of me?

What does that mean?

Thinking hard, my hands start digging.

I let out a frustrated sigh, as my hands dive into my pockets and I take out the piece of paper, that's been in there ever since I drove off, a week ago.

A lot of chemicals, listed. I don't know what it all is but there's one thing, one keyword, that catches my eye:

Mind expansion remedy. Absolute cure.

I purse my lips. Mind... expansion?

What is it, Taehyung has to see? Is it his past?

... Why?

And absolute cure...

I furrow my eyebrows and hide it into my jacket again. Then I let out a huff of breath.

Why did he think of me then. I knew it. I shouldn't grow attached.

Then I smile a little.

He didn't cry.

I let out a sigh and turn around. I have to talk to Mr. Im.

My thoughts are cut off, when I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I fish it out and pick it up immediately, when I see the Caller ID.

"Hello?", I somehow sound breathless.

Then I listen.

"Yes..."

I flinch back at the voice and listen deeply, feeling tears burn in my eyes. I purse my lips, feeling somewhat anger rise inside me.

Again?

But... I was there till yesterday. Do I have to drive there again?

I curse under my breath.

"I... make sure to be there by night time, alright?"

And with that, I hang up and put my phone back into my pocket. I lay my hands over my face and feel the tears hiding behind them.

Come on. Don't cry.

Picking myself together, I turn back to the door and enter, leaving the cool evening breeze behind and stepping into the dull hospital.

Namjoon sees me and waves at me with a slight smile. I wave back, but I walk past him, not wanting to talk to anyone right now.

Quickly, I make my way up the stairs and stop at the door, looking through the glass, making sure, he's okay and he has no therapy today.

I see Taehyung lying on his bed, his arms over his eyes and deep in thoughts.

He looks alright.

I smile.

Turning around, I think of the decision I've made.

Next time, he'll receive the pills, I want to be there. I will watch.

Let's see, if these pills are actually good.