pastel [3]

forty one

Third Person point of view

"Help..." That was it. That was what made Taehyung break. The one thin piece of string. Still keeping him from losing himself. From turning back to what he once was. The one thread of hope. Broken away, sliced to pieces. By just one word.

Taehyung fell to the floor in the telephone booth as the shattering of his heart split into a million pieces. The phone still hung loosely off the receiver as the line ran dead and his saviour was taken away. He let out cries that made people stop and stare. But he didn't care. He wanted people to see his pain, to see the aggravation and torment the gods were putting him through. To see his distraught self because it was all that was left of him.

"Please. Please come back." Taehyung whispered desperately into the phone. His tears long since fallen. "I... I need you. Please. Just... Come back." The blonde rested his head against the glass of the booth. Waiting for a reply. Though he knew he wouldn't get it. Something had happened to the boy that was saving him. Now the hope he had was nothing but a nightmare. A simple dream that taunted him. One that would bring him to hell.

"Sir are you alright?" The sound of a young girl's voice snapped Taehyung's head up to a teenager kneeling down in front of him. There was a crowd of about a dozen people behind her, all stopped to watch the lunatic who was sobbing on the floor. Taehyung stared at the girl through glossy, teary eyes, shaking his head in answer to her question then resting it back against the glass. "Do you want me to call someone?"

"I want you to call Jeon Jungkook..." The girl nodded. Though she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

"Okay. What's his number...?" Taehyung pointed to the phone hanging from the wall. The girl tilted her head in bemusement. "You are already talking to him?" She seemed confused, hand reaching out to take ahold of his arms and help him up. The movement was instantly intercepted by Taehyung's own furious grasp, snapping her wrist away from his body and twisting it to yank her closer so that he could inspect her face now drained of compassion.

"Don't touch me." He snarled with an almost animalistic hiss. Her face screwed up in frustration, attempting to tug her wrist away.

"Okay then let me go." She answered, swallowing her fears and forcing herself to relax. Seeing her determination Taehyung complied and let go of her wrist, pushing back and letting his head thud back against the phone booth, chin tilted and lips curling into a smirk whilst he surveyed the brave girl in front of him. His eyes danced with sick intrusive ideas, eagerly waiting for her to make the wrong move. She was so young, must've been in her mid-teens, hair long and braided.

"You're such a young little girl, still in high school?"

"I'm not little..." She remarked, bringing out her own phone.

"Mmm, yes you are princess." She sent Taehyung a glare. Then stood up.

"I'm going to call someone. Ok? I think they will help you." This time Taehyung stood. He grabbed the girl. Pulling her into the booth and slamming her to the wall.

"You going to call a mental hospital?" He hissed, snatching up her phone and looking down at the number she had typed in. There was no identifiable way of showing who exactly she had tried to call. He heard her sigh, eyes shooting back to see her still held by his tight grip on her shirt. With a realisation he pulled back, letting her go.

"I should. Shouldn't I..." She murmured whilst glancing toward the people that had been watching from behind. Some of them were already on their phones, none brave enough to step forward. "Don't worry I know him, he's my cousin." She called to the onlookers, "He's... got a mental illness." She assured them with a feigned nonchalance before grabbing the taller male by the arm and dragging him away. He stared at her in shock, mind clearing enough to let her lead him away

"What the hell are you doing? I'm not your cousin!"

"I'm saving you from being arrested you idiot." She pulled him down a side street then into a shop where little to no one was present except for two people sitting at the register eating their lunch.

"What?"

"You can't go around, slamming teenage girls into walls. Without raising some suspicion. About ten people just called the police on you." The mention of police sent Taehyung into a wave of pain. He hunched over. His whole body aching.

"What is..." he began to utter, vision whiting out and before he could grab onto anything his legs buckled and he fell to the floor, arms flinging over his chest to squeeze over the searing pain that spread through his insides. His head fell forward, mouth agape in a silent scream.

"Woah! Are you okay?" Taehyung couldn't answer for awhile, groaning out in pain whilst he pressed harder into his chest, trying to relieve the pressure that was building. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

"I..." he began with a croaked gasp, "I'm fine. Just... Call this number..." Taehyung reached into his pocket for a piece of paper he had collected a few days ago, handing it up to the girl as she nodded and brought out her phone and began to type it in.

"Okay. What do I tell them?" He glanced down at his slowly darkening shirt, the once pastel green now fading to the sickly grey he'd worn once before. The message it sent was alarmingly clear.

"That Jeon Jungkook is in trouble and Kim Taehyung is dying..."

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