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20

Your hands would bleed from my touch, and I knew that I was.. a little much.

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"Sleep, Hobi."

It's now 11 p.m. at night, and the four had returned from shopping earlier that evening. At 5 o'clock they had dinner, and Jimin actually had a small bowl of soup for once. It may have been small, but he had the determination to eat because 'my new clothes won't fit right if I don't.'

Now Taehyung is laying on top of a stubborn brunette who has bruise coloured eye bags and at least a million carvings on his scarred forearm. The redhead knows of his insomnia, his habits, but just wants the boy to rest a bit. Usually when Taehyung's near him, the older can fall asleep in the blink of a lazy brown eye.

"I can't, Tae." The insomniac whispers shakily, playing with the rouge strands of the younger's shoulder length hair. He chuckles inwardly at how his roots are becoming visible, at least a centimetre of dark brown at the base.

"Why not?" Taehyung pouts, causing Hoseok's heart to skip a beat.

"Because, I have a lot on my mind. And this sofa smells like cigarette smoke." The older replies as he looks up at the ceiling in dismay. He hopes that Taehyung would catch up on what he was thinking, not wanting to say it out loud in fear of embarrassment.

"Wanna go outside? I checked the weather earlier and it's supposed to be warm all night." The redhead replies as he pokes Hoseok's cheek playfully. The brunette can tell that with the sweet and carefree tone of voice, that this is actually Taehyung, not one of his alter personalities. It's been a while since Hoseok has seen the actual Taehyung, and he smirks to himself knowingly.

"Sure." The older smiles in reply. Taehyung stands up, his oversized hoodie falling down to mid thigh over his navy blue pajama pants. They start walking to the back door, passing Jungkook who is fast asleep on the plush carpet, dark makeup still covering his eyelids. Hoseok smirks mischievously and let's his foot caress the light sleeper as they pass by, the boy probably awakening to the touch.

The two make their way outside onto the deck, the open field in the back caressed by the blue midnight moon. Taehyung sighs and sticks his arms out to his sides, twirling in an extra way underneath the sea of stars above their heads.

"So." The younger plops down on the swinging bench standing at the side of the deck, motioning for the brunette to sit next to him. He complies. "Why dont you tell me what's on your mind?"

Hoseok chuckles inwardly as he sees the shadow of someone inside by the back door. He rests his arm behind Taehyung's shoulders, crossing his legs and tilting his head a bit towards the red head. He sees the shadow shift, smirking to himself. "Well I've been thinking about stuff a lot recently, and the same thing always pops into my mind continuously."

"Mind elaborating?" Taehyung asks, lifting his legs up to cross them on the bench. Hoseok's heart rate increases in nervousness, not believing that his plan is actually working perfectly.

"I like someone." Hoseok jumps straight to the point, seeing Taehyung's eyes enlarge and his eyebrows raise in question. "He's been in my mind a lot recently, because he's so cute and lovely."

"You like Jimin?"

"What? No." Hoseok chuckles, resting his other hand on the younger's upper thigh.

Hoseok can hear Jungkook's breath hitch from behind him, the brunette feeling the victory well up in his chest. "Who then?" Taehyung asks innocently, Hoseok thinking about how damn thick his skull must be to not catch on. "I can't think of anyone else."

Hoseok decides that this is the perfect moment, and he leans forward, connecting his lips with the redhead's, who tenses under the unfamiliar touch.

The older kisses Taehyung deeply, laughing inside at how weak he became underneath his little magic spell. He can hear how Jungkook shifts from the open doorway, and quickly stands up, probably running off somewhere into the house. Hoseok's chest flutters in victory as he hears a distant sniffle, and Taehyung starts unsurely kissing back, his blank mind under the unfamiliar pressure.

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Jungkook opens the hallway washroom door, scrambling into the small room and bowing down against the counter by the sink. He doesn't fully close the door beside him, trying to collect all the little shattered pieces of himself as his knees shake uncontrollably.

"T-T-ae..." He chokes, tears falling down his cheeks and into the sink, the salt liquid grey from his eyeshadow. His heart feels like it's hanging from a loose thread, a boiling pit of regret and pain like fire beneath his aching chest.

"I-I- was t-too late.." He cries, letting his legs give out as he collapses to the floor, head resting against the white tiles. He feels his hands twitch, wanting something to hold.

Someone to hold.

"P-Please.. it's not real. I-It's not-" The blonde yells against the floor, streams of warm cloudy tears falling like a waterfall against the cold surface. He hits the tile, fist bashing on it over and over again, wanting something to end this odd clenching feeling and urge in his chest. He punches the floor so many times that his knuckles turn red and bloody, his joints weakening as he lays on the floor next to the familiar looking stains of blood against the white surface.

He sniffles as his eyes shut closed, feeling himself drift off as the monstrous pain engulfs his curled up frame in whole.

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A/N

bAbY dOnT LiEeEEeeeE,, he's just a LoOkALiKe