|| Psycopath || k.th ||

[VI]

"Are you alright? Jesus Christ." I asked out of concern. He gave a creepy smile as if everything was alright.

"Not again..." Namjoon sighed with his arms placed on his hips. I turned to look at him with a confused and worried look. "I'll explain later, bring him to the infirmary."

"What? There's an infirmary, here?" I asked. Well, I wouldn't be too surprised but I don't see any infirmary so far.

"Yeah, let's hurry."  Namjoon helped me carry Taehyung who was unconscious. I could feel his blood on my hands. This was the first time I saw blood from another person, large ones.

"How the fuck did you get hurt so badly.." I frowned at his sleeping face. He wasn't sleeping, but it felt like he could any moment.

We entered a door with white walls, like what an infirmary should look like. Jin was there sitting while drinking coffee. He stopped to look at Taehyung. Jin just sighed and got the med kit. I was looking like a turtle lost in the jungle.

Namjoon placed Taehyung down on a bed, I could see Taehyung twitch at times. "Care to explain, now?" I asked while I looked at Taegyung's ragged face. "He always gets into these kind of thing." Jin stated.

"What thing?"

"He just gets ambushed. You know by now how nuch the government wants him locked up. About a thousand dollars." Namjoon had a frown on his face.

"How does he basically survive this?" A tear escaped my eye. Namjoon moves closer to me, wiping the year from my eye. He placed a soft, father-like smile.

"He just survives. We don't know how to explain this." I shook my head, "Why don't you know?"

"Finished. He'll be done in a few minutes." Jin smiled. My brows furrowed, "What do you mean? He had a lot of injuries and just one sentence, say he'll be done in a few minutes?" Jin nodded.

"Oops!" Jin exclaimed out, slapping his face lightly. "I forgot to tell you." Namjoon clearly glared at Jin but Jin couldn't care otherwise.

"Taehyung was experimented a few years ago, before he became lethal." Jin had a grin on as if it was the most fascinating thing he had seen. "Some chemical reaction happened within his body, causing him regeneration of wounds. But it only works if the wounds aren't too deep and severe. It's just cliche hero shit but trust me, we ain't lying."

"That's.. impossible." Namjoon placed his hand on my shoulder, "If there's a will, there's a way. Gladly, Taehyung got the chance to escape. He then gathered us all up. The Bangtan Family."

"Taehyung isn't what you think he would be, he was just misunderstood. Is all." Jin added to Namjoon's explanation.

"Lookie, here. He's healing, already." Jin pointed at a cut made just below his elbow. The cut aloely faded, replacing with new skin. I was surprised and in disbelief. How can such a man develop such a power as this?

"Wake up." Namjoon slapped his arm, causing Taehyung to stand up. "Don't hit me tok hard, aish." He looked at me and smiled, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"You're coming with me." I grabbed his hand tightly, dragging him to our room. I sat down on the bed, with arms crossed.

"What?" Taehyung asked, innocently. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked without hesitation. I thought I had a right to hear what he had to say.

"Tell you what?" He asked nonchalantly. Poking a needle at my temper. "That you had this healing shit!" I yelled out. He was startled, eyes a bit widened but he regained composure.

"Because. I had no reason to." He coldly repied. "But you could've told me. I almost had a heart attack when you were wounded!" Taehyung had a smile after what I said, which made me feel more anger. "What's so funny? Stop smiling!" Tears finally bursted out my eyes. I tried wiping them. Everything was such a mess. Not being too overreacting but if you lived a life like this, I don't know how you'd feel.

"I'm sorry." Taehyung held my cheeks with his hands, he had a serious look. I tried to shove away his hands, "But didn't you know.." Taehyung started to move closer to my ear, his breathe exhaling coldly on my skin akin to a cold night in a moonlit sky.

"I'm a criminal. A murderer. A killer." He stated every word that popped out of his head, explaining everything he was.

"But you're not, right? Namjoon says you aren't what you are told to be." I asked. Asking kind of made me a lot curious. About how he lived. About how they lived. About how they all lived, survived and thrived.

"What if he was lying just to make you comfortable with us. You're not a part of us, Clar. You can't stay here. You're lucky that we had to keep you here for safe reasons. You are just a hostage and a tool for us to use. Don't flatter yourself." His words hurt like spears on my back. Every word of hatred he said felt like he was lying. My tears fall back again, making me confused as to what I want to do.

My mother always told me to follow my heart. I don't know how explain this but I know Taehyung wouldn't be like this.

"Then why do you kiss me? Why did you compliment me and shit if you're just gonna treat me like a pet in the end? Why get the trouble!"

"Because.. I don't know." Taehyung hesitated. "I just.. fuck." Taehyung yelled out as he slammed out of the room. My tears still fell. I don't know what to believe anymore. It just hurts. How can this happen to me, out of everybody to be chosen for this role. Why me?

Taehyung Kim, stop confusing me. You jerk. I am attracted to you, do you know that?