Fighting Myself || K.t.h FF

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Taehyung's POV

I woke up in a room, head hurting, I feel like I was about to explode. My whole entire body was aching.

Some bits and pieces rendered in my mind as I remembered what happend earlier. I blacked out from the stress, I thought, not really sure if that was the case.

As I limply got up from my bed I realized I wasn't in my room, I scanned through the stuff that was in the room and found a picture of a guy?

He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. Black hair, pointy nose and plump lips.

As I was scanning the room the door opened to be revealed by the boy in the picture. I was scared shitless. Who was this man? Why was I brought here in his home.

"Hey, I figured you were hungry so I brought you–"

"Whoa! W-Where am I!?" I grabbed the nearest I could find, a pencil, and took it for defense pointing it at him.

"Chill Tae, I'm not some clichè killer maniac, I'm a friend of your Hyung, He'll explain everything later," He raised his hands up.

I nodded. Still in place.

"Erm...So I'm just gonna leave this here," He left with the tray of food he came in.

I ate the food and came out of the room and stopped at the doorway. I realize something, Why was he the one that brought me here and not Hyung?

I went down the hallway, this house was really big compared to mine. I reached the dining room and saw Namjoon hyung with the boy.

"Hey Tae, come sit down and I'll explain everything," And so I sat down.

"Kaile called me to pick you up because you blacked out, she was heated up, she even shouted at me on the phone,"

"How could she," I shook my head. I never understood that woman. She's always like that, taking her anger on everything around her. She was really the bane of my existence. For three whole years, I knew myself as the father of Marco, but no, she chose not to tell who Marco really is.

"And-Oh! By the way this is Jin Hyung, my friend," I shook hands with Jin Hyung and smiled.

"Thanks for bringing me in Jin Hyung, your much of a help,"

"Oh that's no problem, your welcome anytime in our—I mean my home," I pursed my lips together to form a smile.

I went to wave goodbye to Namjoon and Jin Hyung. I said I was going to Yoongi's house to stay there for awhile.

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I woke up at 8 a.m. in the spare bedroom of Yoongi's house, but this time something felt wrong, there was a stain of blood on the sleeve of my shirt. I dont know how it got here, hmmm.

Eh, maybe just a ketchup stain. I brushed it off, believing that was ketchup or other red liquid. I went downstairs while waiting for Yoongi's maid to cook breakfast.

I turned the television on to see the news reporting about a guy who has been murdered and chopped off his arm.

That person who did this is horrible! I thought. Who could do such a thing.

And there it was, a Security Camera footage of the man doing his art, his face a bit blurry due to low quality cameras. But wait— I know that place! The man entered the elevator and threw the body off the building.

I can't remember where though, but it's very familiar to my eyes. I rewinded the tape and looked at the features the man has, a slightly built body, and that shirt—that white shirt with a skeleton landing the Mars graphic tee, was the one I'm wearing now, with the exact stain the man has. I froze. I didn't go anywhere last night but to my room in Yoongi's house.

I heard footsteps going down the staircase, it was Yoongi.

"Hey Tae, where were you last night?" He said while stretching.

"I wasn't out last night, hyung," I said worryingly.

"Uhm-pretty sure you were, I saw you walk out of the house with a big ass bag and told me not to question it and then you came back with splatters of paint or whatever," With that statement, I was about to lose my mind from all the things I was seeing and hearing.

No! I didn't kill a person, maybe—just maybe, that tshirt the man wore was just the same right? No matter how much I tell myself that's not me, I felt like I did it. The question is why, why?

I stared at floor for a moment, processing the information early in the morning, "I-I need some air," I quickly got out of the house and head to the portch.

Yoongi stared at the ravenette who snapped for some reason.

I should stop thinking and live myself for a moment. It wasn't me, it was never me, I thought. I wouldn't even bring myself to think I would brutalize a person hell, I couldn't even hurt my mother.

After for some time, I got back in and now Yoongi hyung questioned why I was off today.

"It's nothing, hyung, just a headache I got this morning, nothing to worry about," I simply said while sipping my cup of coffee with him.

"Mmm, okay," said Yoongi with a mouth full of eggs and pancakes.
Oof, he's cute.