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1991 | s, sk _________________________
the memories were dull echoes, but full displays of trauma, and so he knew trauma and his trauma's trauma and that trauma's trauma as well
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four years, it's been four years since taehyung has laid eyes on the place before him. and to those who still had the freedom to roam freely as they pleased, four years was nothing. but to someone who's only seen dull brick walls and received lifeless gazes, four years felt like centuries, especially to taehyung. so he's not really sure how he feels. nostalgic of course, but the distant feelings lingering within him were like waves, crashing much too closely to his heart's center for identification. the thumping of his heart echoed loudly in his chest from his own anxiousness, and that was it.
he felt everything, and nothing at all. yet it was still too much.
"hey, you okay?" it's yoongi, who's always been by his side, voice gentle in a way only reserved for kim taehyung and jung hoseok. he's discarded his usual government agent suit wear, courtesy of his one day off each month, one that he's decided to spend with taehyung, a symbol of his thinly concealed affection and closeness to kim taehyung. taehyung is reminded of the twelve year old min yoongi he knew a few years ago with the way yoongi is standing there, face flushed red from the slight cold as he stands there in his oversized black sweater and black jeans, mint hair falling into his face in a damp mess. his face shows a rare sign of open concern as he grabs taehyung's arm and gives it a gentle squeeze, "if not, we can leave. i don't want to take you anywhere that's triggering. hoseok will understand too, we want you to get better, tae-"
"it's fine." taehyung interrupts, because if there was one thing in the world that he hated the most, it was pity. he found it to be useless. when others felt sorry for him, it did nothing but make him feel worse. so what was even the point of pity in the first place? he doesn't want it which is why he forces a smile and gives yoongi's own arm a reassuring squeeze of it's own, "i'm fine. i don't mind being here."
yoongi looks hesitant, seemingly wanting to inquire further but knowing it to be useless. after all, besides his long standing enemy, jungkook, kim taehyung was the most stubborn person he knew.
"by the way-" taehyung says suddenly, making yoongi lean closer in his concern before the younger smiles sheepishly and mutters, "i'm sorry about the carnival."
yoongi scoffs then, yanking his arm away from taehyung's while the younger laughs like a child relieved that their parent isn't angry when they break something.
"not that i care, but if you kill the singer, you'll go right back to jail." yoongi sniffles, as if jungkook's death wouldn't cause a shit ton of paperwork sure to crowd his desk for weeks, "not that he has any trouble getting himself into shit. just look at that band of his, talk about a fucking headache. they're trouble, all of them. so just please, do what i'm telling you and stay away from him. i mean it, taehyung. nothing good can come from someone like that, someone who hasn't decided which side of the fucking world they'd like to live in."
