Puppetry - P.JM. [ON-HOLD]

Ten

Ran cascaded over me, the sky slightly dark. I could never afford a jacket to cover me, so I usually was soaked to the bone when walking the streets or having to be outside. I didn't seem to care anymore. It just meant a free shower, some of the dirt on me slightly washing away. It also felt good against my skin, my overheated body getting a form of relief.

I stood at the front of the mansion, tapping my foot against the wet rock under my feet. I chewed at my cooled bottom lip, my hair wet hair sticking to my head, the baby hairs plastered against the sides of my face. The deep pain gently pulsed in my head, but I ignored it, myself already throwing up today due to it. I probably also threw up due to my empty stomach. I never knew anymore.

The big wooden doors opened up, revealing a gentle glow of light inside to escape out onto the place I was at. At the door was Taehyung, his eyes looked exhausted, circles under them. He wore a T-shirt, common for him to wear as sleepwear. Comfortable pants hung on his lower half, socks on his feet. The skeleton markings on his arms popped out, the neuron on his neck swirling next to his hairline. He seemed like he had been sleeping.

I didn't think he knew who I was for a moment. He looked me up and down, the sleep and possibly my wet attire throwing him through a loop. After those few seconds, his eyes suddenly seemed to wake up a bit. He reached out, grabbing onto my exposed wrist, then proceeded to rush me inside.

I gave a squeak as my boots made an ear piercing sound against the nice flooring. I heard the door close, the faded sound of rain only coming from outside the house, patting against the roof and walls. The cool air crashed against my drenched clothes, a shudder racking through me. The air outside was warmer, keeping my core temperature warm, but now I was just cold.

"Why didn't you have me come pick you up?"

I turned to look at Taehyung, finding him to be still a bit sleepy. His voice was rough, his hand running through his bright red hair. His brown eyes were still settled on me, exhaustion in them. He didn't look happy to see me in wet clothing.

"I'm fine," I sighed, reaching up and running my hand across the top of my wet hair, getting rid of any stray rain drops out of it. "I'm honestly okay with walking in the rain. It makes me feel better."

"Y/N, you could get sick from the cold," Taehyung said, his voice sounding a bit exasperated. I understood why. He was always chasing after me, tired of my shenanigans and life style. "You need to go change. You're already hurt as it is. If you don't want to go to the doctors, I suggest you go put on dry clothes."

"I swear, I'm going to be okay." I knew I was stubborn, my voice seeming to be forceful. Taehyung should have known that I wouldn't stop my persistent behavior, but he always tried. "Now, where's the puppet? You said it needed some fixing."

"I need to talk with you first," Taehyung said, crossing his arms over his chest. My stomach dropped a bit. "Tell me what's been happening. I have the right to know."

"Nothing has been happening," I retorted. "I'm just completing my work. I need to sustain my money to live. That's it."

Taehyung gave a sigh, shaking his head a bit. "You know some of your clients are mine, right?"

My body froze up. My chest stopped working, my lungs not expanding. Oh no.

"I went around our district's area today, asking some of my clients about you," he continued, his face looking so emotionless, it didn't even look like Taehyung. He had always been so happy, so carefree, but I think he caught onto my absence of last month as odd. My thoughts were growing scared.

"Some of them knew who you were," Taehyung continued. I could see a hint of sadness and horror in his eyes. "They seemed to know you too well. Being an affluent means I can get as much information as I want. They know I won't do shit if they tell me any private business that happens between things."