dahyun
"dahyun, you okay?" a soft voice called out.
my tired eyes slowly opened. a figure sat next to me, he held my cold hands.
"dahyun?" he called out again.
i turned my head as my eyes landed on his form. my breath hitched at the back of my throat.
"taehyung?" i wearily asked, gobsmacked by his casual self sitting there with a small smile. he simply nodded as a response, squeezing my hand gently.
"you're alive?" i questioned, slowly becoming hysterical. my friend i've grown to love and cherish who i thought got crushed by a truck was not dead but..very alive.
"of course i am. did you really think i would leave you alone in this cruel world?" he raised an eyebrow and gave me a questioning look.
i smiled and shook my head, i still couldn't believe it.
"it's sad that we never got to hang out after that party.." he said, suddenly sounding completely different.
i frowned slightly and stared at him, replying quietly, "it was my fault..i shouldn't have gone in the first place. i should have listened to you."
there was a pause.
"yeah..it is your fault.." he said quietly. i furrowed my eyebrows and looked at his eyes which seemed to change from soft to dark.
"wha-"
"you killed me, dahyun," he interrupted me, staring at me with darkened eyes. his eyes were darker than the night sky.
he continued, "you killed me just like you killed jimin's parents. i should have stayed away from you when i had the chance."
upon hearing that, tears immediately welled up in my eyes.
my lips quivered as i spoke, "t-taehyung, i didn't mean to."
taehyung immediately fell to the ground.
"stop! dahyun! stop, you're hurting me!" taehyung covered his face with his hands and cowered away from me.
"i'm not hurting you! i would never do that!" i yelled back, trying to calm him down. i coached near his body on the ground.
"dahyun! dahyun!" he screamed relentlessly.
i reached out and gripped his hand, taking it away from his face. i looked at him and he looked at me. i said, "taehy..." but my words drifted away into nothing.
the face in front of me couldn't be put into words.
it was taehyung but..with bloody, butchered and sickening wounds on his skin.
"dahyun!" he screamed.
that was when i woke up.
"taehyung.." i called out into the thin air.
no one replied.
my tired eyes slowly adjusted to my surroundings. i was at home, on my bed.
alone.
no taehyung.
'it was a dream..' i thought, trying to catch my breath.
my throat was extremely dry so i looked for water. instead, i found a bowl of soup sitting next to my bed. a note attached to it.
it read, 'eat it otherwise you might get sick - jimin'
after reading the note, i felt my blood boiling.
taking the soup in my hands, i threw the bowl towards the wall.
crack
tears cascaded down my eyes as i stared at the million pieces of the ceramic bowl mixed in with the puddle of soup on the floor.
'fuck you, jimin..it's your fault taehyung's dead..' i mentally cursed.
if he hadn't invited us to the party, if he hadn't made taehyung punch him, if he hadn't just left us alone...
i would have woken up with taehyung by my side..
but..
i'm alone..
and now.. i'm broken..
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