SIMULATION / BTS [DISCONTINUED]

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TAEHYUNG POV

    it was dark. so, so, so dark. though it was day, and the sun was brighter than ever. it was dark, while the roses tied themselves around my wrists, stabbing holes into them. i know yoongi went through this, and it was an accident. but machines can't make mistakes, only humans.

i had already called for help thousands of times but it was no use through the deep slumbers of the others. what got me here, you may ask. well whoever that voice in my head is told me to go over to this area or i'll get hurt. apparently, it should've been the other way around.

    it had felt like it had taken hours of screaming for help before someone emerged from the bushes. well, six people.

    "oh my god taehyung what happened?" asked a very concerned seokjin, approaching me and taking my wrists. he tried to get the roses off, but they immediately poked him, resulting in him to flinch back and examine his hand.

     jungkook and jimin came by me and took the roses off, not caring if they got poked. im pretty sure that they at least four spots where they got hurt each, but they seriously didn't care. as soon as i was freed, jungkook pulled me into his arms, and as soon as we let go he was almost... crying?

    "im just really happy you're okay," he explained, laughing it off with a sad smile. we hugged again, and it was nice.

    there was one pair of people that i noticed that i hadn't seen yet: hoseok and yoongi. i really wasn't surprised, but it wasn't hard to spot them in the crowd when one has blue hair and the other has red. they were whispering to each other, now guess how great that made me feel.

    i stared off, glaring at them until i was startled by a tap on my shoulder. i spun around to see jimin. "you okay?" he questioned quietly, looking off into the same space i was a few seconds ago.

    "uh... yeah. just a little out of it because i was here for a few hours." i awkwardly chuckled, turning back around to see where hoseok and yoongi were.

    just as soon as i had made a 360° turn, another tap on my shoulder made me jump slightly. yoongi? the blue haired male stood awkwardly in front of me now, rocking back and forth on his heels. he had an urgent look on his face and fiddled his thumbs.

    "i need to talk to you."

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    we had walked a few feet away from the group, so yoongi could talk to me about whatever he wanted to talk about. i honestly don't really want to know, because it's probably some apology from him or hoseok or something.

    "those roses..." he paused while looking down at the ground, clearly lost in his thoughts, "it happened to me too, but i don't think it was supposed to." does he not know i know this? he continued, "what im saying is that this simulation thing was planned out for certain people to do certain things. i wasn't supposed to stay in that other area for that long, and it thought i was you."

"i still don't get it. and i still don't trust you," i bluntly stated, squinting at him.

"i know-," he cut himself off, sighing, "i know you still don't trust me but that was in the past, taehyung. yes i know it's harder for you to trust people because you were bullied but-"

"how do you know that?" i loudly cut him off, being more urgent than usual. he stepped back, looking slightly intimidated.

"i had to choose someone." oh. he stared at his shoes, but i could tell that now had a guilty expression on his face, as if he had a choice to choose someone or to not choose someone. i mean, he could've, but it's highly unlikely. a game like this wouldn't give you that many choices.

"im ignoring that for now but, why does any of that matter?"

"we can trick the system."

    not while im here.

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A/N: this mysterious voice just really wants to fuck everything up doesn't it