Mental

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Taehyung's eyes widened so much that they could have popped out of the sockets holding them into his skull.

A nervous sweat broke out over his mortified face.

He dropped to his knees and shook Jennie's non-moving body on the cold, hardwood floor underneath them both.

"Jennie!!!" He compulsively grunted her name through his now gritted teeth.

He felt behind her neck, checking for any kind of pulse.

Nothing.

Hahaha! Must have felt in the wrong place, Taehyung! Try again!

The boy was panting heavily.

He felt all over her neck, and never once did he feel a pulse.

"COME ON there has to be a pulse--!" His stomach was churning with that feeling.

That feeling you get when you know you did something so bad that an "I'm sorry" wouldn't ever cover it.

He felt her wrist.

"FUCK!" He shouted in pure agony.

He didn't just kill Jennie.

Taehyung seriously felt like he could pass out. His veins were carrying anxiety to his heart and brain instead of blood and he was shaking.

Everything was shaking.

His hands trembled away from Jennie.

Jennie's throat was so unnaturally colored. It was clear someone had choked her.

Taehyung was more than angry at Jennie but...god, he wasn't planning on fucking killing her!!

Taehyung couldn't hold in his anxiety for any more than three seconds because he leaned to the side and threw up.

The bile rushing out of his throat was so hot, it felt like it was burning Taehyung's respiratory system. It felt like it was on fire.

His clammy hands gripped the floor, his vision bluring slightly.

"I-I I didn't kill her!!! I didn't!!" He cried, petrified of himself.

He couldn't believe that anger got the best of him.

He WASN'T a murderer.

And he DIDN'T KILL JENNIE.

He couldn't even grasp it.

Taehyung kept shaking his head.

He rolled over onto his knees and stood up in a disheveled hurry.

He used the side of his hand to wipe any puke from his mouth.

Taehyung eyeballed Jennie's body. The color from her face was already draining. She really was dead.

It freaked him out.

He was in a room with a dead body--

Taehyung had to critically think NOW.

He bolted to Jennie's bathroom and pulled out a random pill bottle from her medicine cabinet.

He shoved the bottle in one of Jennie's lifeless hands.

He positioned her body near his own pile of puke, and used her other dead hand. He positioned her hand to seem like she choked herself.

He screamed out of pure disgust, running back to the bathroom and grabbing a can of Lysol. He sprayed it all over his hands even though you weren't supposed to do that.

He just made Jennie seem like she committed suicide.

He wasn't going to get caught.

He couldn't get caught.

And most importantly, he wouldn't be there anyways because he was already out of Jennie's front door.

He never gunned his engine that quickly to leave from anything.

He was driving sloppily.

He couldn't think.

Taehyung was sobbing while driving and to other drivers, he probably looked like a madman.

What the hell were Jennie's parents going to do when they came home to see their daughter dead on the floor from "committing suicide"?!!?!

It made Taehyung's heart ache because Jennie's parents didn't deserve any of the shit coming towards them.

Surely people would find out about her death.

What would he do when they did?

What, just act like he had nothing to do with it?

Taehyung had no clue.

Shit.

He didn't want to think of clue.

He didn't want someone to figure out the mystery that he just murdered Jennie Kim.

A/N: okay so R.I.P Holly and Jennie.. ALSO, WE HIT 1K READS OH MY GOODNESS!!! i sincerely thank everyone for reading, this is a huge goal of mine that got accomplished!!!!