Torn Between The Stars (Seventeen Fanfic)

Chapter 20: Their past pt. 1

(A/N: Again I don't know whether this content is triggering in any case, but I'm just warning you beforehand because it deals with heavy topics.) Also, there might be a lot of unrealistic parts in it, so,I hope I didn't write anything that might offend you.

SEOLJI'S P.O.V.

The popping sound of beer cans opening, harmonized with our cheers as we all clashed the cans against each other. The fresh air mixed with the sizzling beverage entered my lungs as I faced the serenity painted night sky.

Laughter escaped my lips as Seokjin made one of his lame jokes again, and the warm background music filled the mood.

My attention occasionally shifted to the door of the rooftop until I heard the door slinging open. I saw his tall figure standing in front of the opening as he held a plastic bag with a familiar smell coming out of it.

"I bought fried chicken." He answered with a goofy smile.

I grinned, my heart warming up with the sight of him. I waved at him with the beer can, asking him to join us.

Taehyung placed the bag in the center of our circle and then quietly sat behind me. His long arms wrapped around my body with love and I felt his head rest on my shoulder.

"And how was your day?" He softly talked in my ears. I noticed he was tired and was charging up through the hug.

"Nothing special. Just failed three tests, got scolded by the teacher, and got chased by the janitor for accidentally dropping my cigarette on his bald head."

I felt his hug tighten as he mumbled the following words: "I told you to quit smoking, didn't I?" He pouted.

"I know, but it's hard. Life is stressing me out." I sighed, feeling a big lump in my stomach.

"You can always tell me all your worries, if that makes you feel better."

I felt the heavy feeling slowly fade temporarily and be replaced by a light fluttering feeling. "I know." I smiled, holding onto his arm and leaning against his chest.

His warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla comforted my hurting heart. And made me feel protected and joyful.

Taehyung was my light in life. And without him, I didn't know what I would do.

***

Tears dropped from my eyes, like heavy rain in a continuous storm. My surroundings felt like a blur, it was dark, glum and mostly lonely.

Soon, I heard a clash, that seemed not worthy enough to look up. My faded vision sharpened, I saw the blood trickling from my fingers and then drip onto the soon-to-be dead roses. Shards of the flowerpot surrounded me, as I helplessly trembled and felt my hand reach out for one of them.

I felt my heart rate quicken, as my hand slowly neared. Closely, almost. The sharp edges already penetrated my skin and stung.

Yet, my hand was quickly swatted away from the object. Instead, I felt warm arms surround me, and pull me tight. The glass piece clattered, and shattered next to me. I felt the tears increase as they dropped onto his shirt, slowly drenching it, little by little. He pulled me close, close enough for me to hear his racing heart, that was beating in fear and worry.

"You're alright." He whispered, slightly panting from how fast he had run.

"I really am worthless. I really should be gone." I cried. My heart felt like being stabbed by daggers. I felt so empty, so lonely. I really hated my existence. Why was I even still here?