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| One Week Later |

"Hyung, what are you doing?"

Taehyung looked up from where he was crouching on the ground.

"Mm? Nothing, I was just..." he leaned back to show a half planted flower, embedded in a small hole with part of the dirt having been thrown back in and the other still lying outside.

Jungkook shot him a bemused look, and, crouching down, helped him.

With the flower looking perfect, Taehyung picked up the watering can and poured a large quantity.

"There." He said, satisfaction laced in with his octave.

Jungkook smiled at him. "It looks beautiful, hyung, but.... Why are you doing this?"

"It's something new Dr. Seokjin came up with." replied the elder. "He told me to start a hobby, something peaceful, to distract the other me. He said it will eventually, if I grow to love the hobby."

"Excellent idea, that." Jungkook said as both of them stood up. "Tell you what; I'll buy lots of seeds and stuff tomorrow. That way, you can just plant them everyday."

Taehyung smiled his boxy smile at the younger, and no words of gratitude were needed after that.

"It's late, you should go sleep." Jungkook glanced at his watch as they made their way inside the house. Taehyung nodded and, waving a goodbye, climbed the stairs, with the younger disappearing from view soon enough.

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, conscious of the huge smile plastered on his face. It had been such a nice day, no, nice week, mainly the cause of which was a certain brunette probably locking up the house right now. Taehyung couldn't understand how he had been surviving before Jungkook had came into his life.

Then again, I wasn't actually living before. More like, existing.

(A/N: there's a fucking difference okay look it up)

He wiped his dirt covered hands on his jeans as he entered his room.

He didn't notice the other at first as his head was bent down. However, as a peculiar sixth sense triggered, he froze in his steps and his head snapped back up.

"Wh-wha.....h-how...."

"Hello Taehyung. We meet at last."

"You're....." Taehyung couldn't fathom what was going on. "You're......me."

The other smirked.

"B-but how?"

For Taehyung, the other Taehyung, was standing right in front of him, a smirk plastered on his face, and hands held behind his back.

He was him, only....not. He had Taehyung's face, yes, but there was a malevolent glare ever-present in his irises, accompanied by that sinister smirk that looked more like a scowl. The way he held his body posture was different, the way one of his eyes twitched was wrong, the way the striped robe he was wearing fell just short of his shoulders, revealing his prominent collarbones, was something Taehyung knew he would never sport in his life.

No, Taehyung thought, That's not me.

"How are you here?" He muttered, one hand slowly grabbing the door handle behind him.

"Who said I'm here?" The other replied.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Let me rephrase that." Taehyung's breath hitched as the other brought out his hands, in one of which, he was holding a knife. "Who said I'm here, and not just some image you conjured up in your head?"

"I-I don't u-under-"

The other groaned in frustration.

"I never expected you to be this naive. Think it through Taehyung. How could two of us be here?"

Taehyung took a step back.

"We....can't?" he concluded. The other smirked.

"Well, glad to see that dumb brain works after all." The knife was still twirling.

"Why are you here? Or in my head, whatever? You're not supposed to-"

"I am always with you, as you are with me. We are part of each other, you and I. But fortunately, not for much longer." The other brought the tip of the knife closer to his wrist.

Taehyung's heart was thudding loudly against his ear drums as the blade descended.

"No, wait!"

A red gash appeared as if out of nowhere, scarlet liquid spurting everywhere.

At the same time, Taehyung felt a sudden cold, pinching sensation against his own wrist.

Shaking, he lowered his gaze and gasped in horror.

The same gash, the same blood, the same knife clutched in his other hand.

He had done it to himself. There was no one else in the room except him. He had slit his own wrist.

The door banged open behind him, to reveal the worried form of Jungkook, whose expression just turned worse as he beheld the scene in front of him.
"Taehyung, what-"

Taehyung lifted his gaze up to the latter, tears pooling in his eyes.

"I-I didn't do it. It was....h-him. It w-wasn't me, please b-believe me..."

A/N: i just realized i really love Tae

but, to be fair, who doesn't

hes impossible to NOT love

i mean, he's not my bias

but s t i l l