Dear Hush | Taejin

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Hey guys :) 

I'm very sorry for not updating. There's a lot of shit going on especially at school so I couldn't be here as often. 

I've also been getting sick a lot lately and it's making me lose a lot of weight so I'm basically just trying to pull myself back together lol. 

If anyone has questions or wants to talk to me, please dm me on instagram. I talk best through there. 

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Seokjin sighed when he came home. His mother, one of very few people that could make him smile on any occasion was not here.

Ever since the move, she took it upon herself to get a job that required more working hours.

Because of that, Seokjin always came home to an empty house. He missed his mother very much, especially after getting beat up by Taehyung.

He dropped his bag on the floor, and went upstairs to his room. He closed the curtains, leaving it dark in the room as he laid down on his bed.

Why does everything always have to be unfair?

He traced his fingers gently over every bruise on his stomach and arms, and began to cry.

He tried to convince himself that he hated Taehyung. He wanted to block any feelings out towards him, and to completely erase him from his life.

But no matter how much he tried to get Kim Taehyung out of his mind, the more he thought about him.

Taehyung said that he hated Seokjin, but there were many things he had done to care for him.

'Then why...?'

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Taehyung sat alone on his bed, playing with his pink alpaca stuffie. He smiled his signature box smile at it. 

"You're my favorite of all," he whispered to it, and laid on his stomach to keep eye level with it. He moved his fingers so the alpaca would nod at him in agreement.

"You're my favorite too, Taehyungie~"Taehyung said in a higher pitched voice, as the "alpaca". 

He heard footsteps near his door, and in a panic threw his stuffie across the room and quickly sat up on his bed to meet the tired eyes of his brother. 

"He's here, hyung," Jeong gyu said quietly, avoiding eye contact before turning to leave. He closed Taehyung's door along the way to give him space.

Taehyung tensed a little, and got off of his bed to retrieve his favorite stuffed animal, the alpaca that he had thrown. 

"Sorry," he whispered to it, flopping back onto his bed. He hugged it tightly.

"I hate him," he mumbled to his best friend, the alpaca. "I hate him so much."

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Seokjin was in a bundle of coats, sweaters, and scarves. It was beyond freezing outside, and snowing lightly, increasing the blanket of white on the ground.

He held a plate of cookies, with a towel over them to keep it warm. He was standing on Taehyung's doorstep, with the intention to give the cookies to him.

This was his chance to show kindness to Taehyung through his cooking.

He knocked on the door, and waited. He felt a little hot, even though the temperature outside was beyond freezing. He felt his burning cheeks with his pale, bare fingers and tried to shake the anxious feelings away.