Outside|Vkook

Pt. 7

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(920 words)

—We lived together—he sobs—in a small house of some medium-class neighborhood...

—No, no, Taehyung, listen, that never happened—says the officer interrupting once again the boy's story—we need you to tell us, where's Jungkook?

Tears are streaming down his face nonstop and by now he is unable to control either his breathing nor his body which keeps on trembling furiously.

—I... We... We went to Busan...

—No, Taehyung, please—the man pleads—look at me.

The boy does as he is told glancing through the long brown locks that cover his eyes.

—I'll try to explain again—he sighs—we need you to tell us about this boy, or any of the others, you recognize them?

The officer opens the folder again pointing to the picture inside, one more to add to the many that are scattered around, there he sees the pink haired guy, who is no longer using that colour, smiling widely.

As he examines the image he ends up finding the question asked rather stupid, given the fact that he also appears in the picture hugging the boy intensely.

Again he is there, as well as in the others, a boy that he doesn't remember being is there.

—I should recognize him, shouldn't I?—says Taehyung with a low soft voice trying to stay calm.

—But I'm guessing that you don't, at least you don't remember.

—I've been dreaming about him—he whispers in a daze caressing with his fingers the other's smile on the picture—back when we still were at home.

—We?

—Yeah, Jungkook and I, right after I entered his office.

The brown haired boy sighs, he is exhausted, tired of crying and yelling that they should let him go home, his tears are dry over his cheeks and his eyes lost in the image.

When will this dream end?

When will he wake up on his lover's arms?

—And where exactly is his office?

Taehyung thinks for a bit the response looking into the mirror behind the officer.

—At home—he states simply, glancing back at him.

—You mean the home created on the program, right? The one we rescue you from.

He doesn't understand that last bit.

"Rescue".

What's that supposed to mean?

—If you mean the home I was living in until not long ago, then yes sir, that exact house.

The man sighs, maybe he is exhausted too, maybe he wants to go back to his loved ones too, maybe he wants to get this over with, and drink a cup of something warm while he cuddles with his partner, maybe...

—Taehyung—he gets back to reality when his name is called—did Jungkook say something before he left?

—How did you know he left—asks the boy hiding his trembling hands under the table.

The officer looks at him sighing once again, his eyes stained with pity as he collects the things spread all over the place.

—Well, he needed to scape—he explains tiredly—and to be honest, I think you were a burden to him.

The male doesn't have enough information to say that, however, it's already been five hours since he has been locked in the room with the sobbing boy and he just wants to gather the information he needs before going home.

Currently, the ways he uses to achieve his goal are not important anymore.

—A burden? T-that's impossible, he... he said he loved me.

The broken-hearted look he receives from the younger boy leaves him doubting if he should keep going with his words, new tears are starting to well up on the other's eyes but maybe that's a sign indicating his tactic is working.

—You can never trust people Taehyung, more if they are your own kidnappers—his voice getting lower in that last part—it's true that Jungkook was with you in that digital world he created but if what you said is also true you can never know what he was doing while he was locked in his office—the male says leaving the doubt hanging on the air—he probably already had a partner who helped him getting out from this mess and...

Before he can continue Taehyung interrupts, he's been listening closely, however,there are some loose ends he still hasn't be able to comprehend.

—Why did he kidnap me then?—he asks—And why taking so much effort on building a false ilusion where he could trap me if he was going to leave me?—but his words are full of sadness—Why coming to see me so often or even making me believe he loved me? I don't really understand.

And to be sincere the police officer doesn't either because he was just saying all the things he said to convince the boy on testifying against the, now lost, raven-head.

—Psychopaths minds are tricky—he says after being unable to come up with a proper response—I don't have time to explain it to you throughly.

—Psychopath you say?

Taehyung is completely confused after he hears the term, his heart still aching on his chest and his mind being the biggest mess it has ever been.

—You don't know what happened to your friends, do you?—questions the elder putting his elbows on the table to get nearer the brown haired boy—I'll tell you then.

Time seem to go slower after that, as the man leans closer his voice becomes no more than a whisper easily taken as just mere air blown by the elder's lips.

—He killed them.

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I'm happy, this is the first story in my entire life where the plot goes as I had planned previously, yaaayyyy, also I'm not out of ideas so there's still hope of finishing this instead of deleting it sometime soon.