He's Not From Here (BTS Taehyung X Reader)

Intrusion

The words on the yellow note weren't your only concern.

Whoever left the note there, the note wasn't the only item they left in your apartment.

There was a stream of pictures hung across your bedroom wall like some sort of souvenir.

"Oh my gosh," you whispered. They were all taped to a single strand of thin rope, and the rope itself was taped at the ends to the wall. You let go of the doorknob and rushed to examine the pictures.

The first one made you sick to your stomach.

It was of Taehyung; he had his hands tied together in front of him with what seemed to be a rope similar to what was connecting all of the pictures. There was a thin, dark line of blood going down his temple. His mouth was contorted; he appeared to be growling at whoever took the pictures. His once white teeth were blemish with a dilute layer of blood. Someone had hurt him.

You moved on to the second picture, and it wasn't much better.

This one didn't make you sick to your stomach per se, but it brought a whole other feeling:

Fear.

The picture was of you, sound asleep on your couch. You had an embarrassing stream of drool oozing from your chapped lips, and a blanket was messily draped over you. Your laptop was on the floor below you, forgotten. It looked as if you were doing something before someone covered you up after falling asleep.

You shivered.

This was only taken earlier this week.

A few days ago, you went on a bit of a searching spree. You invited Jackie over to join you, and the two of you did a bit of brain storming together. Nothing conclusive was made from the meeting, but the next morning you found yourself groggy from a poor night of sleep. You had just assumed that Jackie had been the one to cover you.

The next picture was just as alarming as the first, if not more so.

This one was taken not more than an hour ago.

You were at the bar with Jackie. You held a slim, clear glass of water to your face, listening to whatever Jackie was saying. Her back was to the camera, and the focus was on you. The cameraman was probably sitting at a table only four meters away. About 12 feet. 144 inches.

You stifle a gasp, a hand coming to cover your mouth.

Whoever took these...

They were here today. And they didn't leave too long ago.

Without a second thought, you turn on every light in your apartment, grabbing a baseball bat you kept in the kitchen. With a shaking hand, you quickly dial Jackie's number into your phone.

"What's up? I just saw you two minutes ago."

"Come to my apartment as soon as you can," you whisper. In a softer voice, you continue. "Someone's broken into my place recently."

In a heartbeat, she replied. "I'll be there in ten."

Ten minutes later, Jackie was sitting on your bed as you packed your bags.

"You can come and stay at my place," Jackie offered. She stood up, opening your drawers to make sure you didn't forget any essentials.

"No," you state, "I don't want to be a bother to you and Jin."

"But you wouldn't be," she insisted. "If anything, we owe you at least that much. Neither of us told you about Taehyung's situation."

You stopped grabbing hangers from your closet to look at her. "And risk him being found out? No, I think it was best that I didn't know. Of course, I wish he had told me, but I know he had his reasons."

In a smaller voice, I added, "It could have put him in more danger."

At this, Jackie scoffed. "But look at where it got you. Now YOU'RE in danger too. If he at least told you, you could have foreseen something like this coming."

You grabbed a final hanger from your closet. "Maybe, maybe not. We'll never know, so I'd rather not worry about the 'ifs'."

"Even so," Jackie started, "I still think you should come and hang at my place for a while. At least for the first couple of nights while all of this gets sorted out." 

You finished zipping up your suitcase, leaning heavily on it in order to get the zipper all the way.

"Actually, have you called the authorities yet?" 

Good question, but not the best idea. "No, and I don't plan on it at the moment."

"Why?"

"Because the day Taehyung left, we called the police. Hours passed, and still no one showed. I don't think the police are going to help much on this one if my suspicions are correct."

"Which are?"

"That the police are in on it."

Jackie laughed. "Are you for real? Y/N, I think the stress is finally getting to your head."

"Jackie," you started, skimming the room around the two of you, "someone broke into my apartment today. I vividly remember locking the door this morning. The stress is not doing anything to my head. The police should have shown up that day. They should have came and helped take care of what happened. But no. No one came. I know you don't approve of Taehyung and me, and I'm not saying that's the case, but please, I'm not trying to be unreasonable. I truly think there's also something fishy going on with the authorities."

She didn't respond right away. She stood up from your bed, cracked her knuckles, and sat down once more.

"Okay," she said, "I believe you. Just tell me you'll stay at my place for the time being, okay? Whoever came in today, they might want to follow you. I think you'll be safer at my place."

"Okay," you agreed. "I'll stay at your place." 

"Good," she smiled. "But just to be sure, I think you should still file this in."

"Will do," you nodded.

With that, the two of you made your way to Jackie's place.

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A/N:

WOW! It's been forever!! Honestly, I didn't think I'd write a chapter until the school year was over, but I really felt like giving this book an update. I'm glad for all of you who've been very patient with me <3 and I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm writing it at night and it's given me a bit of the weebie jeebies haha. Have a good night/day everyone! Stay safe!

-Desiree <3

P.S. No promises, but I'll try and start updating more within the next couple of months ;) but it'll be a very very very very very very slow process so bear with me :)