lost | A 김태형 Centric | ✓

25

Honestly, there is nothing better than
falling into someone's arms and saying
“ I'm home ”

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Taehyung closed his eyes as if putting every event in a proper sequence and then started speaking with eyes fixed on the floor.

"I was born like this, rude, dominant and reckless" He explained in an even voice,"My mother never liked me, she thought I would become like my father. He was abusive and would always hit my mother and do inappropriate things to her. I wanted to help her but she would hit me if I said anything about that man. I tried changing myself but I ended up creating another personality, he was V. V was kinder, gentle and like an ideal son should be—"

His voice shook for a moment but when even again,

"—at first we were fine, V would be a good son image in the day and I would be myself at night. But slowly he began taking over me. Shutting me down and not letting me in. Not like anyone minded. But one day he took complete control over me. It was just once when our father tried to touch V and I saved him and my mother. We left that place and after that my father died because he was alcohol addict. Things were normal until I came to know that my mother too was a drug addict. She was under debt of the mafia leader—"

Jimin rubbed his face and Jungkook gulped down a lump in his throat. The rest of the boys were just listening.

"—I worked for them, for years and I became the most feared underworld member, they started calling me Captain. But when V came to know about our mother he was really angry and stopped talking to her at all. She then met a guy and fucked with him and then Yuri came into the picture. She was really little and cute and would always call me Tata—"

Taehyung's lips began trembling and he stuttered here and there—

"T-they g-gave me some diamonds, b-blue corals. These diamonds were rare and had the shade of blue. I had to protect them but a mafia boss caught me and k-killed everyone in my gang, even the leader. He took me with him to a boat and when I refused to answer him, h-he p-pushed Y-Yuri in the ocean....s-shar—she died. I couldn't do a-anything.."

The boys looked down and pressed their lips together, tears forming in their eyes and their chests heaving like someone threw stone inside them.

"—My mom commited suicide after Yuri's death and I couldn't live like this anymore. I let V completely take over me cause he was least affected. From t-that day on, I disappeared and became V while V came to Seoul and became Taehyung..."

Taehyung stopped speaking and the boys could hear him suck in a shaky breath before sniffing and composing himself.

"I told you everything you needed, now—" Taehyung said but Jimin cut him off by bellowing—
"But what are these fuckin diamonds!"

"Blue coral is the code name for five blue coloured diamonds" Yoongi spoke knowing this incident was a wild fire,"These diamonds are different then original ones, they are rare and expensive"

"Even one of them can cost a fortune" Taehyung said slowly,"About this big"
Taehyung opened his pointed finger and thumb an inch wide and then closed it, crossing his arms.

"And everyone wanted to get their hands on it, they would be rich for lifetime" Yoongi said with disgust lacing his voice,"You have no idea how many people died just behind these five stones"

"Our families were one of those people" Taehyung muttered.
"They did the worst things possible to get their hands on them" Yoongi spat.

"My god" Seokjin said and rubbed his temples.
"Where are those diamonds though?" Jungkook asked.
"Somewhere" Taehyung answered, not meeting eyes of anyone.

"If you know then just give it back to them Taehyung!" Hoseok exclaimed,"Why to have such a thing up your ass?"

"If I gave them the diamonds, they are not gonna stick them in rings." He said evenly,"They will use them to buy dangerous weapons and who knows the next thing we know is world war three"

"Then what?" Jungkook said,"Why don't you come with us?"
Taehyung smiled a little and snorted—
"I have ran enough for my whole life Jk, I started this mess. Now I'm gonna end this too"

"Don't be heroic here" Jimin snarled.
"I'm not being heroic" Taehyung said and looked up at Jimin with a steel glare,"Jimin if I didn't go to them, they will dig hundred more graves to get what they want"

"Then let them!" Jimin pushed.

"No" Taehyung said softly,"I don't want anymore innocent person to die"
"And what about you?" Jimin tried.

"Jimin I have no one left" Taehyung said softly; not finding energy and interest to be harsh,"I have no place to call home and people to call my family. You guys do. You got your families waiting for you at home. I don't want to take their smile away as well. Please go"

Jimin tried speaking again but Namjoon rested a hand a on his shoulder and said,"Boys pack up, we are leaving"

"No!" Jimin bellowed.

"Yes Jimin, Taehyung did what he promised. He told us everything" Namjoon said,"Now it's our turn to keep the side of the promise"

Jimin glared at everything in the room and then stormed off to his room. The boys without words started leaving and Namjoon looked at Taehyung before leaving.

"Where are we going though?" He asked.

"Switzerland" Taehyung muttered,"Tomorrow morning, six o'clock"

"Okay" Namjoon said and went up stairs to his room. Taehyung threw his head back on the couch back rest and closed his eyes. His heart felt like glass which was just a second away from cracking. The random images of finding his mother in her bed and sheets dyed with crimson blood. The sound of a three year old screaming and the waves taking her down to the death she never expected to have. The light flap of water as red got merged into it's blue.

Everyone single face of the person that he had seen dying in front of his eyes came flashing in his mind like patterns of kaleidoscope. Every death different and horrific.

The image of his twenty years old body shaking as he dropped the lit matchstick on the ground, the petrol immediately catching the fire and the house burnt under the starry night. Burning two thinks with it—his mother's body and his will to see anymore of this blood shed.

Taehyung let out a struggled breath and turned his head towards the stairs, he could hear the faint sounds of boys throwing their stuff in the suitcase. He had seen enough deaths in his life—Taehyung didn't want to add six more.

He wanted to go a place called home. This was just about the thing Taehyung wanted to do now.