sad. the sequel. || taekook.

worry.

Kim Taehyung.

I jiggled the doorknob.

I used the most gentle voice I could.

"Jeongguk, please open the door."

"G-Get a-away fr-rom m-me..."

I paused.

However, his shaky voice went on.

"I-I do-on't w-ant to d-die."

What?

His voice rose.

"I've t-tried, I d-don't wa-ant to d-die."

There was definitely no one else in the room.

By now, he was full out screaming.

"T-Taehyung, I th-thought y-you l-loved me. W-was I w-wrong? M-mom, d-do y-you really w-wish that I-I d-died th-that day instead of y-you? Of co-ourse."

He let out a sigh.

"E-Everyone ha-ates me. Th-hey all w-want me t-to die. B-But why can I-I j-just n-not d-do it?"

More sobs were heard.

Me? Why would I not love him? And how could he possibly be talking to me and his mother in that room?

I pushed all of my weight against the door, the wood cracking slightly.

After a few more tries, the door was split in half,

and a bloody Jeongguk on the floor,

looking at me with such a pure horror,

that I've never seen such a scared expression on someone's face

until now.