colors. kth x myg / taegi

three

is there anything you've never told anyone before? anything you need to let out?

i want to die.

and?

and i want to fucking kill myself, that's what. and if there was anything you bitches could do for me, i'd tell you to go ahead and do it. but there isn't.

taehyung-

there isn't anything you can do! so cut the bullshit and let me die!

-end-

"that was his first therapy session?"

"yeah, from when he was fifteen," hoseok said.

"and he refused to go to more sessions after that?"

"yeah."

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"taehyung, i'm going to try to learn more about you."

taehyung's eyes stayed focused on the table beside yoongi, and yoongi wondered to himself why the boy would rather look at a white table than himself. was he that uncomfortable?

"clearly," taehyung said, his deep voice leaving his lips with a more aggressive nature than usual. "isn't that what you've always been trying to do? pry and pull me apart? to 'help' me?"

had yoongi known the boy for longer, he would have described his tone as something that reflected betrayal and disappointment. but he could only say for sure that his voice showed resentment and fear.

betrayal? he could only say possibly.

"taehyung, is there anything you need to let out? that you've never really told anyone before?"

i want to fucking kill myself, that's what. and if there was anything you bitches could do for me, i'd tell you to go ahead and do it. but there isn't.

"i'm not sure," taehyung muttered. "i'd say i want to die, but you all already know that about me, huh?"

"yes, we do."

there isn't anything you can do! so cut the bullshit and let me die!

"this question sounds familiar."

"it should."

the sound of air vents and distant voices came crashing down upon them again, and yoongi yearned once more for the sound of taehyung's voice to fill the room. he wanted him to get better, and he wanted to help. and how could he possibly help a boy he didn't know?

"i avoid mirrors."

this is a start, yoongi thought. and it was.

"and why is that?"

taehyung seemed to hesitate, as if the truth was too heavy for him to heave from his chest on his own. so yoongi gave him a slight, subtle nod and took taehyung's hand in his own, rubbing slow, gentle circles into the boy's thin fingers.

"i'm scared that what i feel inside is real."

"what do you feel inside?"