"Ready for your next assignment?"
"Mhm"
"You're doing good. No more issues and you have become really strong. We finally got those two off our backs" Hobi said letting out a sigh
"Yeah, whatever just tell me who's next"
"A little attitude? okay.."
"Sorry" Jimin took a seat facing the boy "I'm just.."
"You miss him. But that was wrong from the beginning; you knew you'd have to leave eventually.
God, everything about him was an issue"
Jimin buried his face on his hands and groaned
"I just need him to be okay"
........
"I really appreciate you helping me get this job, Lyn"
"Oh, it's fine" she smiled "You won't get paid until next week though. If it's money you need.."
"No, don't worry. I just.. wanted something to keep my mind busy" he replied as he took off the jacket with the store name
"Sure..
Say Tae, is everything okay? You seem.. not here"
"Yeah, i'm fine. I need some sleep though, I just had a bunch of exams at school"
"Oh, good. I got a bit worried, is almost like if you were heartbroken"
"That's a funny one" he chuckled and they left the store, having finished their shift
....
"Thank you for walking with me" she waved and he turned around, heading home
Taehyung opened the door to his small apartment, which somehow now seemed so big and empty now.
Months had gone by and there wasn't any sign of Jimin.
It was time to accept it..
he wasn't coming back
He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling like he did everyday.
Everything was back to the way it was before, and he absolutely hated it..
He hated every second of his day because Jimin wasn't there anymore.
Not even his series or books caught Taehyung's attention now
Something had to change.. but what?
Taehyung grabbed his keys, the night was perfect to go for a walk and those four walls were about to drive him crazy
He wandered around the park, his mind nowhere close to him.
It felt cold enough and the lights kept flickering so the place was practically empty
His steps took him to the farthest side where the street couldn't bee seen, only to freeze on the spot when he felt a sharp object pressed against his back
"Are you kidding me?"
"Shut up! I don't wanna hurt you, so just give me all you have on you"
"Fuck this, it's just ridic~"
-That's it-
"Hey! Stop that! Don't turn around!"
But Taehyung was faster than the man and grabbed the knife right by the blade
"Dude, what the fuck?!" he struggled to release it from Taehyung's hand, now covered in blood
-If you're not coming back to me, then i'm coming to you-
He pulled the knife towards himself and the poir thief was about to scream, terrified as he pulled back to his end, not letting Taehyung stab himself
"Are you fucking insane?! I just want your money!!"
"Just.. let.. me.. use this" he groaned, still trying to accomplish his goal
"Fuck this shit, i'm out!" the guy kicked him, finally getting his weapon back and not even taking the money
"Dude, get help" he said "This is fucked up, I should just get a job" and ran away
"That's it.." Taehyung kept mumbling to himself
He ran back to his apartment and pulled open the kitchen drawers with such strengh he almost broke them; his hand still bleeding.
He cursed under his breath throwing the knife to the floor
"Of course it wouldn't be sharp enough"
Not a single pill in the entire place..
He got into the bathroom, trying to fill the tub when..
"No water?! Is this a fucking joke?!"
His last resource was..
"This looks high enough" he said looking down from the roof. Throwing himself from the top of his building seemed like it'd do the trick.
He stood close to the edge, his back facing the street and his eyes closed
"Finally" he smiled and let himself fall
-THUD-
"What the fuck?!!!" the man screamed
Taehyunf sat up, rubbing the back of his head
"WHAT?!"
He looked around too see the two guys laying on the floor, looking at him with a terrified expression
"WHO THE FUCK DELIVERS A MATTRESS AT THIS HOUR?!!"
He stood up in rage and started kicking it as hard as he could
"You can't fucking keep me from doing it!!!"
He shouted. The poor men could only watch this crazy boy fighting by himself after falling from the roof, until all of his anger turned i to sadness
"You can't.. keep me.. from him.."
His voice cracking a little at the realization:
He'd die when it was his turn to die..
not a second before that
