INEVITABLE; taehyung [✓]

24;

3rd person

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taehyung rubbed his wrists, red rings surrounding his thin wrists from the tight handcuffs he had been wearing for two hours. he fell into the uncomfortable, cold metal chair with a heavy sigh, wiping the blood off of his lip with his jacket sleeve. his bottom lip was split down the center due to the heavy blow he took from baekhyun, small trickles of blood seeping through the injury. he could faintly taste the metal-esque flavor of his blood within his mouth, which made him cringe.

he brought one leg close to his chest and rested his chin atop his kneecap, his arms locked behind his thigh. he let out another sigh, ashamed of who he had become. he felt like a monster, an outcast to society. he felt like an uncontrollable psychopath with no regard for human safety, punching baekhyun for no logical reason as he did.

he remembered the sensation in his stomach the second his knuckles came in contact with his jaw- regret. he regretted punching baekhyun with all of his heart, and couldn't escape the mental image of his terrified and confused face as he stared into taehyung's scared eyes. but, he couldn't take back what he did, so there he was, in a cold, quiet, and lonely jail cell with a heavy sensation of guilt in his stomach.

he knew he wasn't going to leave that police station with proper charges pressed against him, and he wasn't going to be rude about the charges, either. he knew what he did was wrong on a level further than normal, and he needed to be punished the right way. he was willing to accept his fate without a bit of resistance or a second thought.

he was just joyous to get released from those tight handcuffs.

his heart practically dropped to the pit of his stomach the second he heard the door of the interrogation room begin to squeak open. the bottom of the metal door scratched against the concrete floor, the pitiful noise making taehyung cringe in his seat. taehyung stared up at the police officer, who didn't seem to acknowledge taehyung as he proceeded to his seat, which was placed parallel to taehyung's.

"hello." the police officer spoke, placing his notepad on the table and pulling an ink pen from his shirt pocket. "name?"

taehyung slowly lowered his leg, placing his foot on the ground along with his other one. he shifted his gaze from the police officer to his lap, to embarrassed and petrified to make eye contact with the officer. he opened his lips to speak, his upper lip brushing against the split on his
lip, making him want to crawl into a ball and cry. his voice came out shaky, as if he was unsure of his words, although he was merely stating his name.

"kim taehyung."

"birthdate?"

taehyung began tapping his fingernails against the side of the table, growing more nervous with each question the officer asked. he knew the typical life questions would eventually lead to the main reason he was being interrogated; why he had beat up baekhyun. and to be quite frank, he hadn't had a clue why he did what he did. he did it out of spite, yes, but he was too ashamed to reveal the true meaning as to why he did it, even if it was to a police officer he didn't know.

"22."

"birthplace?"

"daegu, south korea."

"you're a long way from home, aren't you mr kim?"

"yes."

"so," the police officer looked up from his notepad, and the second taehyung heard his pen drop onto the table, he looked up. the police officer was slightly leaning over the table, his hands clasped together and his eyes gazing intently towards taehyung. "why did you do it?"

"d-do what?"

"don't play innocent with me. we've already heard mr byun's side of the story, now we must hear yours." the police officer pushed out his chair from the table and stood up, walking up beside taehyung and placing his hand flat on the table. "why did you beat him up?"

"i, uh, i, well," taehyung stammered.

"was it because of that girl?"

"g-girl?" taehyung was beginning to think the police officer was a psychic.

"yes, that girl outside with mr byun. was it because of her?" the police officer crouched down beside taehyung. "i know what being in love in like, trust me. when you're in love, you don't know what you're doing. correct?"

"uh, yeah~"

"look, kid, as much as i want to let you out scott free, i can't. what you did to him was assault, and you're gonna have to spend at least a month in jail. i wish it was my decision, but sadly, it-"

"sir, if i may interrupt," taehyung spoke up, lifting his head. "can i have one phone call?"

"well, you're obligated to only one, choose wisely." the police officer gestured towards the phone hung on the wall, and within a few seconds, taehyung already had it pressed to his ear and was dialing a number. and, he dialed the only number he could remember.

he crossed his finger, praying that the person would answer. they were his only hope.

"hello?"

"j-jenna, it's taehyung."

"taehyung? what makes you think i'd want to speak to you?"

"look, you're my only hope. the other members left and i can't remember their numbers. i-i just need you to help me."

"jenna, who is that?" a different voice was heard faintly in the background of the phone call. "no one, baekhyun. anyways, why would i help you? first, you reveal a secret you said you'd keep, then you beat up my boyfriend."

"l-look, i just need you to pick me up. i won't speak to-"

"taehyung, no. i can't, i'm with baekhyun trying to clean up YOUR mess. now, don't call me anymore, i want to have nothing to do with you." and with that heartbreaking statement, she hung up.

taehyung slowly put the phone back, a single tear trickling down his cheek as he looked back at the police officer.

the one time taehyung really needed jenna, she wasn't there for him, and he wondered why that didn't change his feelings towards her.

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danG poor tae tae gotta spend a month in jail if his friends don't come back for him

and jenna is becoming more mean? taehyung was just tryna get some help but she didn't come to his rescue. rude