lost | A 김태형 Centric | ✓

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You often meet your fate
on the road
which you took
to avoid it.

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Seokjin picked up the bag and kept it in the car cave. He looked over his shoulder and took the bag from Jimin and fit it in.

"Boys anything else?" He asked and Namjoon shook his head. The boys looked at Taehyung leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Your flight is in two hours, you better hurry" Taehyung spoke for the first time in the morning. Jungkook felt a lump in his throat but gulped to stay in posture. He could cry in the car.

Jimin raced to Taehyung and engulfed the male in a hug.
"Take care of yourself" Jimin whispered and Taehyung hummed in response.

Taehyung sighed softly as Jimin began pulling away from him. He grabbed the door knob to close it, he couldn't see their faces anymore.

"Tae!" Hoseok suddenly spoke and Taehyung looked up at him.
"Do you promise to see us again?" Hoseok said with pure hope gleaming in his eyes.

Taehyung opened his mouth and then he heard a voice in his mind, speaking softly and even trembling.

Taehyung don't give a promise you know you won't be able to keep.

Taehyung pressed his lips together and shook his head and slammed the door shut. Hoseok jumped at the sharp sound and felt his eyes water up.

"Hobi come" Yoongi said softly and pulled the male back from the door as the orange head began sniffling.

"Why did he said no?" Hoseok cried as Yoongi pushed him in the car. Jimin hopped in and buckled up with shaky hands and aggressively wiped his eyes.

Jungkook silently slipped in the back seat with Yoongi and almost sobbed when the extra seat wasn't filled up.

Yoongi gave the younger a pat on the shoulder and Jungkook leaned into his support.

"Who will tell Pdnim?" Namjoon asked softly, his voice the only other sound other than the soft sniffles and hiccups.

"Taehyung will" Seokjin answered him and started the ignition, looking back at the house and wondered what the younger would be doing right now. Was he crying? Or was he counting the number of breaths he had left.

Seokjin wanted to rush in and hug the younger. But he knew if he did, he won't be able to come out again.

So Seokjin swallowed the thick cotton ball in his throat and hit the gas. He wasn't looking back now.

The moment Taehyung closed the door he leaned his head against the door and let out a sigh. His hand rested against the cool surface and he felt himself crumble on floor. He closed his eyes and tried to keep the cries inside.

He couldn't cry.

He started crying.

Broken sobs racked his chest and tears came streaming down his eyes, it was second time he was breaking in the past hours.

It's okay Taehyung, you did good thing.

Shut up dumbass, let me cry.

I'm not stopping you either, but you need to maintain that stupid water level in order to fight.