Depending On You •Vhope•

Chapter 20

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Taehyung POV

I hated myself sometimes. I really did.

As soon as I heard Hobi cry out when I gripped his ass, a moment of lucidity was all it took to realize what I was doing and immediately pulled away.

"What is it?" Hobi panted. "Is something wrong?"

"This," I said. "This is wrong, Hobi. I'm sorry. I'm not in my right mind. I was upset and I was taking advantage of you."

"What does advantage mean?" he asked, tilting his head, his eyes innocently gazing upon me.

I bit my lip. "It means to take control of something or someone and use it for your own selfish reasons."

Hobi frowned and sat up, rubbing my back.

"It's okay, Tae Tae. Don't be sorry. You weren't taking advantage of me."

"Yes I was, Hobi," I argued, sounding harsher than I meant to. I sighed and stood up. "Rest here. I'm going downstairs."

"But I wanna come to."

"No," I said, looking at him. "Stay here. Tae Tae needs to be alone at the moment."

When he didn't say anything I walked out and sat on the sofa, laying my head in my hands. I couldn't believe myself. I was that upset that I was willing to take advantage of someone who didn't even really understand the concept of love. He's just as innocent as a first grader.

"What am I doing?" I whispered to myself. Tears began to stream down my eyes. "I-I just want so-someone to love me."

Hearing it felt so true my heart ached. My boyfriend never loved me, my parents never loved me... so I went after the next person who stood by my side, but was also naive and gullible.

I'm terrible, I tell myself.

A crash was heard from the kitchen. I immediately stood up and ran to see what was going on. Hobi was standing wide eyed with a broom on the ground and a glass flower case in pieces. He must have tripped on the broom while entering, causing it to tip over and knock the vase down with it.

"Dammit, Hoseok!" I exploded. "I told you to stay in that fucking room! You never fucking listen!"

Hobi's lip trembled. "I-I'm so—"

"Sorry doesn't cut it! Just get out!"

Tears filled his eyes, but I was too far in my rage and self pity to give a damn.

"Y-You're hurting. I-I wanted to make you f-feel be-better."

"You're just a goddamn kid! What do you know? Nothing!" I was sobbing at this point. "You don't know anything about my life! What good could you possibly do?"

I dropped to my knees and began to carefully pick up the glass pieces.

"I-I love you, Taehyung," I heard him say. "I-I'm sorry. I'm a bad boy."

I didn't bother to look after him as his footsteps trailed out of the room. I heard a door open.

Figuring he went to his room, I got up and took the broom and sweeped up the pieces, hiccuping as I did so. After, I cleaned up the water and out the flowers back on the counter.

When I was done I sat against the wall and took a deep breath, feeling calmer. I sniffed and closed my eyes for a few seconds before getting up and walking to Hobi's room. I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed that the front door was open.

My heart raced with panic.

"Hobi!" I called, hoping he was still in the house. "Hobi!"

I ran outside when I was sure he wasn't and ran down the driveway, onto the streets. I called his name for who-knows-how-long, not caring about my aching calves, not caring for my lack of oxygen. I pulled out my phone and called Jimin, Namjoon, and Yoongi,  asking them to search for him by my house. A while later a car pulled up beside me and the windows rolled down, revealing Jimin.

"Get in," he said.

I opened the door and sat beside Yoongi.

"Step on it," I ordered.

Namjoon pressed on the gas pedal. And they zoomed down the road.

Meanwhile I caught them up on what happened, weeping a bit from the guilt of yelling at him.

"And I feel so ba—"

"Hyung, watch out!" Jimin yelled.

The car came to an abrupt stop, but not before hitting something. All of us were panting, trying to process what happened.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. We just hit something!" Jimin cried.

"Hold on." Namjoon quickly got out of his car and looked to see what they had hit.

I watched in horror as his eyes became saucers.

"Call 911!" he shouted. "Call 911! It's him!"

My blood ran cold. No. I didn't want to believe it was him.

I jumped out of the car and ran over to the front of it, and when I did every muscle in my heart ached.

There he was. Hobi was unconscious, a small puddle of blood under his head.

The next sound that came out of me was something I didn't recognize. It was a sound inhuman.

I rushed over and put his head on my lap as I kneeled beside him.

"NO!" I screamed. "NO!"

I was hysterical. The amount of pain, fear—all of it had me screaming.

"WAKE UP!" I screech. "WAKE UP!"

But he didn't open his eyes. He remained limp in my lap.

I continue choking out hysterical sobs while whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I could vaguely hear shouting and silence, but his blood was the only thing I could see.