Gangster | Kim Taehyung

11

The next day arrived pretty fast. I woke up to the sound of sobbing and my annoying alarm.

Who's sobbing this early?

I sighed, throwing the duvet off my body and slowly making my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, showered, and wore a black top, white mini skirt with black Adidas'.

The sobbing was still prominent from the hallway like before as I made my way out the door. I walked cautiously towards it, peeking through the crack in the door. I could see Chanyeol's back and Taehyung sitting in a chair that he was tied up to. 

Beside him were a knelt down Baekhyun and Sehun, while Kai and Xiumin were standing off to the side.

Taehyung was sobbing with his head down. I felt really bad because they were forcefully interrogating him. He didn't seem to comply with them, continuing to sob.

I couldn't take any more of the sobbing so I walked in. I cleared my throat, making them turn their heads towards me. Taehyung rose his head. His eyes were a glistening red, swollen from shedding tears. 

"W-what's going on here?" I questioned.

"Oh, Y/n. I was just asking him some questions." Chanyeol said.

"But why is he crying?"

"We asked him the reason he did those things to you, but he keeps saying he doesn't know and cries." He shrugged.

"Oh...let me talk to him?" I asked hesitantly.

Chanyeol nodded, walking out along with the rest of the men.

I turned towards Taehyung, slightly frowning at how sad and depressed he looked. I knelt down in front of him cupping his cheeks.

"Why are you sad?" I asked.

Well somebody seems to be totally different than during the time I was his captive.

"I-I don't k-know what I d-did to you, I'm s-sorry if I d-did anything a-awful to y-you, Y/n," he said and broke down crying again. I pulled him into my arms not knowing what else to say other than to comfort him.

"I...what do you mean?" I needed to understand what he meant.

"I-it wasn't me w-who did that t-to y-you", he hiccuped. 

"T-then who..?"

Tears still fell from his eyes but the sobbing died down as he tried to keep uphold of himself.

"I...I never told you this when we were friends, b-but I have DID (dissociative identity disorder)."

What?

I pulled back my arms from him, resting the upper parts on my thighs. Is he serious or is he just messing with me?

"I'm serious! I swear." He said sounding like he read my thoughts. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Everyone thinks I'm an asshole most of the time but that's not me. That's him," he sighed.

"He was the one who did those things to you. I would never. He is the gangster. I am not. The real me is the one who was too afraid to hurt you because I always want to make you smile. He is the one who only cares about himself, and he likes to come out when whoever I'm communicating with is vulnerable....I didn't want to kidnap you..." 

His eyes averted to the floor, left and right.

"I didn't even know you were back! When I found out I was so happy. But, when I found out he had already taken action, I mentally cursed myself and couldn't sleep for days."

I was extremely shocked by his words. My body was tense and I could feel sweat slowly falling from my temples.

"I didn't know what to do until he suggested to take drugs...so I was only running on xanax pills."

"Next thing I know I'm with you in a car, get knocked out, and end up in this warehouse tied to a chair being interrogated by gangsters." 

Taehyung took his cuffed hands and rested them on my thighs.

"I want to get rid of him. I want to be myself. I want it to be me and you, not you and he." 

I looked at him with tears brimming my eyes. 

"I-" Before I could say anything, Chanyeol came in the room.

"What the hell do you mean?" He said, moving me aside while Taehyung looked up at him.

"I was j-just...-" Taehyung started but was cut off.

"Are you trying to bullshit her so she could fall into your trap?!" He snapped at the tied up man.

"N-no! I swear!" He started to sob again.

He held his head down for a moment until his head rose again. I looked at him carefully, noticing the look in his eyes changing.

He smirked at the red-headed man whom furrowed his eyebrows in the sudden change.

"I already had my turn with her. I don't want her anymore." He chuckled. "Unless, you're going to try and fight with him to win her over? Well, you might as well give up now. He will win her over and then I'll take control of everything to ruin every single one of you, including her." His smirk slowly turned into a grin as he looked over at me.

Chanyeol was to bring his fist to his face until Taehyung's head slumped over.

"What the hell? What's wrong with him?" Chanyeol scoffed.

"H-he has DID..." I mumbled, the words not even sounding believable.

"R-really?" Chanyeol looked over at me with saucer-wide eyes.

"Yeah...I didn't believe it at first, but...yeah..." I sighed.

"I...don't know what to do now?" He sighed.

"Me neither..." I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek.

"He's right. I will fight for you. Even if that means I lose and he will ruin us all, I'll protect you. You're too precious for this world, Y/n." Chanyeol struggled to let those words out of his mouth, pulling me into his embrace while Taehyung was unconsciously slumped over in the chair a few feet away.

I sighed, letting myself lose from his grip and went to my room.

Chanyeol stood there biting his lip in frustration and also went to his room.

Today was too much for my brain to process. I was bundled up in a mix of emotions.

So many questions were bamboozling my head to the point I got a migraine. 

Why is my life so complicated?

Why didn't I know the truth about Taehyung in the first place?

The way he used to change now and then, when we were younger...?

It made me fall for him; the way he was. The doubled personality. 

I was blinded by love?

I fell in love with a sweet guy and an asshole? Nice.

Why did this happen to me?

Will the sweet guy I know get rid of the asshole inside him?

Am I stuck in a love triangle?

Between the doubled persona of Taehyung and Chanyeol?

Indeed I am, stupid me.

Now the real question is...Chanyeol or Taehyung?

Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Maybe having another discussion with Taehyung will clear the thick fog between us all.

Or not, because I'm Y/n; a confused girl stuck between the dangerous edges of love and conflict.

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[a/n: i hope u liked this. the plot is thickening (:< ]