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[41]

[Taehyung]

I held the folder tightly in my hands, when I entered my car and even when as I was starting the engine. The parking lot was filled with many cars, as always, the suit making process requiring a lot of employees.
   
"Don't look at the contents until you get to your house." I recalled my father's instructions.
  
I sighed and tossed the folder into the passenger's seat, following my father's orders. I backed out of the large building's parking lot, pausing at a stop light right when I exited it.
   
I felt something calling my name faintly and I looked to my right. The folder.
  
'Taehyungie~ open me. You know you want to.' The folder whispered seductively and I gulped, my curiosity starting to get the best of me, 'Just a little peek won't hurt anyone!'
  
Yeah, what father won't know won't hurt him.
 
My hand began to travel slowly towards the folder, using my pointer finger and thumb to grab the front flap of the folder, flipping it so the contents were spread out in front of me.

Hmm?

But there was a large piece of paper covering all of the good stuff with words in small, messy writing.
  
'I knew your stupid ass would look. Keep driving, ya sonuvabich.' I could hear my father's voice as I read the two sentences.

A blush formed on my face and I was no doubt embarrassed of my little self control.

You can't even wait to get home until you open a fricken folder, Tae? Are you seri—

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Yelled a deep voice from behind me along with a few honks.

I looked forward to see the a green light and no cars in front of me, "Oh shit."

I lightly pressed on the gas, moving from my sedentary, yet comfortable, pause. I stuck out an arm and apologetically waved to the angry drivers behind me, "Sorry sorry!"

[arrival]

My feet dragged behind me as I trekked up the stairs, regretting the decision of living in a cutesy apartment. I grumbled curse words at my past self, my legs suffering greatly.
 
"Good morning, Taehyung hyung!" Exclaimed a small child with a large hat so I couldn't see his/her face. I paused to greet the child and saw that it was my neighbor's son, Chan.

I smiled and waved at him as he skipped off down the stairs to go and wait for his mother to go drop him off at school. His backpack was the same size as him, so it looked like a little backpack was running away from the back.

I snickered silently and continued to go up the stairs.

"Taehyung? Did you see Chan coming this way?" Asked Chan's mother, Yoona, with a worried look, her appearance looking as if she just woke up. She wore plaid pajamas and had a whole box of Cheerios in her right hand and her purse in her left.
 
I grinned and pointed down he stairs and at the parking lot, "Yep, he headed down the stairs into the parking lot."
  
She smiled gratefully and waved goodbye, running down the stairs with her flip flops almost falling off and her messy bun almost coming loose. I laughed inwardly and kept on my journey of the horrid stairs.

"Who even came up with stairs?"

I finally reached my apartment, using my key that was in my jean pocket to unlock the door and walk into the cozy room. It was nothing fancy really. I'm not that much of a fancy person.

I sighed as I stripped off my gucci jacket and threw it lazily on the couch, along with all my other dirty laundry.

The thick folder was still held in my hands tightly. The anticipation was gonna kill me. Actually kill me. Bleh.

I sat down at my dining table with the folder, crumbling the note left by my father and throwing it away in the trash.
 
I blew out air through my nose and opened the folder once again, waiting for the juicy contents.
 
There were about five huge sub-folders stapled together by one single staple. I ripped the five sub-folders apart so they were separated. I laid them all out in front of me so they were easy to see. Three of the selections had about twenty papers, one had just two, and one had about forty pages. There were title pages that cover the contents, only four of them to be exact.
     
'Alpha Testing: A'

'Beta Testing: B'

'Omega Testing: O'
 
'(insert text here) Testing: AB'
   
And the last one, which was the thickest one, was unnamed.
 
My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. AB?
 
I opened that folder since that one seemed the most peculiar, the only one I've never heard of before. It was also the thinnest and held the least amount of information.
   
There was a picture of a small fetus in an ultrasound on the upper left corner.
 
'Finally, after years and years and years of research, we have the HYRBID.' The word hybrid was circled in many shades of red.
 
Hybrid...?
 
I scanned over the whole first page but it was a whole bunch of science mumbo-jumbo. I flipped again and there was a picture of.. me. It was a picture of me as a child, but it still seemed to give off that 'mugshot' vibe. I looked at the camera with such dead eyes.
 
'Kim Taehyung: 5 years old. The symptoms of mixing the A and B types are very small (throwing up, lack of sleep, amnesia, etc.) Classified as B type by the regime since B type is more dominant, but still considered AB by the TA (type association). Molecules were successfully split between A and B. Shows signs of alpha dominance and intimindation but still has beta pheromones, seems to only appear when angry.'

W-What..?
 
The report ended there, no more pages. I was so confused. Those two pages gave me so many questions that I needed answered.

I looked at the rest of the sub-folders, assuming that they're just data on other people just like the AB one.. Except, the one with no title. The thickest one.

I tossed the AB one across the table and picked up the nameless one, setting it in front of me.

I quickly opened it, needing answers this second. I almost threw up at the sight.
  
Hundreds of pictures.
   
Pictures of men.
    
Pictures of women.
   
Pictures of children.
     
Completely..
  
Mutilated.
 
Each picture had one word written in big, red letters.
 
FAILURE.
 
[author's notes]

Oof

I double posted today because I just couldn't stop writing this chapter.

Oof