friend - taegi

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"I should have been there when you needed a friend. I was off on my own again, selfish and stupid."

- taegi

it was 2:28am. taehyung could feel the cold walls of the bathroom behind his back. his right hand was trembling but still tried to press his phone to his ear. but the person he tried to call didn't picked up. blood was running down his arm and his thights. everything was covered with blood. he sat inside his own blood. tears streaming down his face. he quietly sobbed. he sobbed again and again. he tried calling his hyung again and again. but yoongi didn't picked up. yoongi never picked up.

yoongi promised he would be there for taehyung whenever the younger would need him. he promised. but now, taehyung needed yoongi more than ever before, yoongi wasn't there. no one was. no one was there to see the boy covered in his own blood. no one was there to save the boy.

taehyung lids became heavier with every unanswered call. staying awake became more hard every minute. his hope to be saved by the person he loved the most died every unanswered call a bit more. his will to be saved died with his hope.

when taehyungs eyes fell shut he didn't wanted to be saved anymore.

he just wanted to die.
he always wanted his hyung to care.
but now all he wanted was to never wake up again.

it was 9:57 am and the sun had already risen again when yoongi woke up the next day. his phone had 97 missed calls. every single one by taehyung. the first call was from 2:16am and the last was at 4:49am.

yoongi never got up this fast and only a few minutes later having already dealt the number of the younger at least four times without an answer he left his apartment.
when he arrived at taehyungs apartment twenty two minutes later the door was unlocked.

four minutes later yoongi broke down on the floor of taehyungs bathroom.
tears running down his cheeks at the sight of his dongsaeng.
taehyungs skin was pale. his eyes were closed dried blood read tear strains covered his cheeks and his mouth was slightly parted.
everywhere was blood. taehyungs arms, his thights everything was covered with blood. taehyungs blood. the floor around the boy was drained in the boys blood. a dark shade of red covered the floor.

yoongi couldn't breath.
this was his fault.
if he would have picked up, maybe thw boy would still be here.
if yoongi wouldn't have been drinking again maybe the younger boy would still be able to live and sit besinde him. breathing. laughing his adorable laugh that was like music in yoongis ears. smiling his boxy smile that lightened up yoongis life ever day.

if yoongi would have picked up the call, maybe taehyung would still be alive.

but yoongi didn't and yoongi was never going to pick up a call by taehyung again.

something in yoongi died the day he saw his first and last love laying there in a sea of his own blood. dead.

if yoongi would have picked up the call taehyung and he would maybe have gotten their happy end.

but yoongi didn't picked up the call.

I should have been there when you needed a friend. I was off on my own again, selfish and stupid.