BTS Imagines

Taehyung Scenario

He sits on the roof, protected by the moonlight shining down on him. The tears were there, pooling in his eyes, but refused to fall. His teeth gritted at the image of her with the other guy. He lifts the burning cigarette stick to his lips, sucking in and letting the smoke swirl in his mouth. God, that feels better. His eyes fluttered shut as gravity takes his body down.

"I don't want you anymore..."

Her whispers were carried in the wind, surrounding him in the dead of night. Hearing those words slip out of her lips one by one angered him. Like everyone else, she abandoned him. What a lie it was when she said she'd be there for him. She was no different than all those that left him.

"You're a mess Tae...One second you're up in the clouds, dreaming about your goals and the next, you're drowning yourself."

The blood in him boiled, feeling like lava coursing through his veins. It was hard to hear the one you love relay the truth about yourself, even when you know it. He bites his lips to try and comfort the painful cracks forming in his heart. Her voice keeps coming back, haunting him in the night.

"Why can't you realise that your behaviour implicates not only you but everyone else around you? I feel like I'm the one struggling for air Tae."

His hands trembled, trying to get his fix from the cigarette. He takes a puff from the stick, the nicotine rushes up to his brain. But this time, instead of getting him high, it only heightened the hatred that was building in him. And it was all for him. 

"I can't...I can't live another day with you. All I do is walk on eggshells around you and it drives me crazy."

The sky was bleak, lost of the beautiful stars. Why was he, who he was? Why couldn't he be someone else? Someone perfect for her. Frustrated, he flicked his burnt bud and watch it fall into the dark abyss. He stands on the edge of the room and reaches out for the empty beer bottle. Under the confidant of the moon, he screams at the top of his lungs as he flings the bottle. It crashes, breaking into a million pieces, just like his heart.

"You're a ticking time bomb that I can't have in my life Tae..."

He felt the trickle of a tear running down his cheeks. She was right, he was a mess. In this lonely hour, he whimpers softly to the night, "I'm sorry.."