Taehyung's Perspective
I'm fucking done! how could they fucking do this to me! how could Jimin? How could Jungkook? What the fuck have I done to deserve this shit, I just wanted to be loved not punched. Now, what am I doing? sitting in the streets like a homeless guy, I don't have anything to do; I have no one. I call my mom she isn't fucking answering, I answer my dad, he isn't answering either. The only people have are Jungkook and Jimin. I have no one, I have fucking no one!
Third Perspective
Taehyung was walking through the corner of the streets, only 3 blocks away from the building so far. He could feel the cold breeze of the wind hitting his bruised cheek, flinching as so.
His hands were in his pocket, his open wide blouse was thin enough to make him shiver through the cold, he was in need of a jacket.
He didn't wanna go home, it was too far away, he was too cold; he didn't wanna walk, he just wanted to lay down on the dirty concrete ground and close his eyes, wanting the feels of death.
eventually, he reached a dead end, sighing and falling down on the ground against the wall, pulling up his knees to his chest
"w-why am I so lost?"
"what's love?"
"why am I even here?"
"why am I treated like this?"
he slowly shuts his eyes, putting his head down on his knees.
"I only want to be loved"
"I wanna be swollen by the deep black trees, I wanna close my eyes and stop the pain. I hate the pain, it's drowning me down more into the hole, preventing me from escaping. I want the hole in my heart to fill, I want my dreams to become true. I wish it stopped hurting."
He cried silently, wrapping his arms around his knees, gripping his pants tightly.
Tears streamed down his rosy cheeks, drops falling and dissolving on the concrete. He wanted to just take anything from his surrounding and kill himself with it, but he couldn't and he didn't know what was stopping him from doing it so.
He rose his head up from his knees, his eyes bloodshot red, filled with tears. His lips swollen and trembling. His cheeks red, one side purplish red.
He gripped his silver locks and pulled them, screaming.
"I HATE MYSELF!" another pull,
"WHY CAN'T I JUST BE NORMAL?" next pull,
"I WANNA DIE" and he felt tiny strings of hair in his hand, his whole body was shaking and mentally crying for help.
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He suddenly felt a pair of hands holding his and tugs him into a tight hug, his breathing hitched as he was frozen.
He didn't know who it was, but he hugged him anyway, he needed the support.
"shh baby.. don't cry" the boy played with his hair, "I'm here princess"
His voice sent Taehyung the comfort and protection he needed, his voice was familiar, his scent was ever lasting.
He knew who he was.
"j-
A/N: might as well leave you on a cliffhanger yeeter yeeter yeet. Who do you think it is, I mean both of their names start with a 'J' so (;;;; buT uhhh yeah i love you guys and thank you so fucking much for 35K+ reads you don't know how much happy that makes me, and 500+ votes gash ❤️😔👊 Love yoU all so much and please cOmment I love reading them, their so funny but yeah.
SorRY for the angst, I don't even know where this book is going to but yeah
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-Alice
