Outside|Vkook

Pt. 11

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—I'm sorry for your parents' loss, It must have been difficult.

Taehyung falls silent.

They are currently outside of a small 24h convenience store, their ramen almost over and the cold weather slowly making them notice its presence.

—They were the only ones I reconized back when I was at the police station—says the silver haired with an aching heart—They also showed me your picture and another two of different people that I can't recognize.

Jimin sighs putting his chopsticks on the table softly.

—So they told you...

But the other denies as fast as his body possibly can, knowing by how carefull the boy is being with his words the question that's about to being asked.

—No, he just told me they were murdered, no details... then we talked about you and the others... I thought you were dead too until not long ago—he adds on a low tone of voice after a brief minute of silence.

The black haired looks at him trying his best to smile reassuringly but instead his expression turns into a sad one as the memories come back to his mind.

Seeing how hurted his friend is by the situation makes the black haired unable to bring his cheerful self out.

—Five victims, indeed...—he whispers loud enough for Taehyung to hear, the words somehow making the silver haired feel partly guilty, everytime he hears that numbered count his heart can't help but drown itself on pain—I guess it always sounds worst saying five instead of four, but I'm still alive, don't worry, just almost made it...

And his own sentence makes the elder laugh, without any kind of enthusiasm though, as if life wasn't any more important than the dust floating around, his fingers try to find some source of entertainment to release the stress piling up on his small frame as he bites his lower lip in thought.

—You are a victim, they are right counting you in—manages to say Taehyung in what's suppose to be a heart easing tone.

Once again they fall silent, only Jimin's fingers hitting over the table edge can be heard.

And as per usual silence can only lead its way to wonder, a storm of useless thoughts surrounding Taehyung immediately as his gaze falls upon the dirty ground.

Back on their way to the convenience store, he was scared that the boy was going to end up blaming everything on him, after all, while Jimin was suffering, all he was doing was enjoying the false life Jungkook made up for him, it would most likely make the black haired feel better to let it all out, wouldn't it?

Instead Jimin never even once talked in a recriminating way towards his persona, Jimin just talked, talked a lot actually, talked about different trivial topics, food, weather, friendship, always carrying the entire conversation as if it was the easiest task in the world.

"He is being so strong" thinks Taehyung before the silence is broken.

—You are too, you might still be unable to see it though.

Jimin looks at him from his side of the table, it's obvious on his eyes how tired he is, his lids becoming heavier as time passes, however, Jimin won't fall sleep, not in front of Taehyung, not now that they are sitting face to face again.

—Me?—he asks bringing his gaze up to look at his companion.

The black-haired nods closing once again his eyes tiredly.

—You are a victim too, Taehyung—he takes a pause to check on the younger and his expression before continuing—You've always been.

And sadly the silver haired is the one who knows it best, he is a victim, that's something that his mind doesn't lose the opportunity to remind him everyday, it's tiring, very, very tiring, the foggy thoughts that surround his poor head blurrying his vision whenever they feel like it are chocking the hell out of him.

—Can you tell me about the others?—Taehyung asks looking down slightly as he wishes for the tears to stop welling up on his hazelnut eyes—I'm exhausted of being constantly lost, I can't even comprehend who I am anymore, I... I'd love to be the Taehyung you knew.

Jimin smiles sweetly before whispering.

—You are—his warm hand finding its way to caress the younger's cold fingers—You just need to remember.

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Not long after Jimin offers to let Taehyung stay the night, it's really late and to be honest he can't predict what'll happen if he leaves the silver haired alone on the streets, thankfully enough the latter accepts, maybe because he doesn't have anywhere to go anyway, maybe because he is driven by his curiosity, either way he ends up following Jimin through the empty streets.

As they walk towards the bus stop a sudden change on their minds make them decide to go back walking, the weather is surely colder than the ideal temperature to wander around and the place most likely further than the limit distance they would agree to travel, still they trace their way slowly step after step.

Jimin tells him about the handsome guy, Seokjin and the smart, sometimes too smart for his own good, Namjoon, he tells him they were all friends, not just the four of them, they were actually six, and liked to go around the city doing nothing, sometimes talking as casually as they are doing right now, other times only enjoying each other's company.

—Having friends seems nice—mutters the younger under his breath to what his companion giggles before continuing.

The story about them is long but sweet at the same time, that makes Taehyung feel warm, like if he was being embraced by the arms of those that he once called friends tightly.

—Without them everything changed—finishes the black haired male unlocking the door of his apartment.

The silver haired enters first, however he doesn't really pay attention at his familiar surroundings as he is too immersed on the conversation.

—So what happened to the other two? Aren't you guys friends anymore?—he asks surprised looking curiously at Jimin who's back is turned to him while he tries to find something on a drawer under the TV.

Taehyung seems to caught a glimpse of a forming smile on Jimin's face when the question is made but it quickly disappears as his face turns sad when he face his companion again.

—Hoseok it's okay, we can go see him sometime soon...—he finally says taking a sit on the sofa—but... Yoongi... —the black haired stops in thought biting his bottom lip again and brushing his dark locks back with a loud sigh before looking directly at Taehyung's eyes—Just be careful, okay? Yoongi it's not the same, he's changed the most in the worst way possible.

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Okay, I swear I uploaded this earlier in the day, but it's unpublished (?!) also Wattpad doesn't notify me properly of anything and I feel like I'm going insane like Taehyung thought when he didn't find the damm bubblegum, Idk, I'll just publish this again and do as if nothing happened.