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i didn't do anything - taehyung

(Taehyung)

A woman I barely knew was laid out across the rug of the hotel living room. Dark, red liquid ran down her mouth. The painful stab wound in her chest now gleamed with blood, its horror fuming up the whole room. I didn't think much of it when I woke up. It was already there. I didn't do anything.

When my hands were covered in the substance, I panicked. Nothing from earlier events had recovered in my mind. The woman wasn't familiar and the hotel room was too fancy, not something like my old, beat-up apartment. Upon waking up, I did what any innocent man would do. I washed my blood-covered hands and grabbed only my belongings before I exited. If I didn't cause any of the crime, then I shouldn't be in trouble.

Yet, guilt ran through my bones as I paced away from the hotel door. I didn't know her, but I should at least help. Inform the police or something. I guess you don't think through things thoroughly when you wake up knowing something horrible occurred but did not have a thing to do with it. I didn't do anything.

Instead, I walked home. I was suspiciously dressed in all black. Nothing to look out for when you practically look like an assassin with a dark hood over your head. I kept my eyes down at the ground, careful to steady myself from the shock of what I had just witnessed. Strangers glanced my way as I passed through the streets of Manhattan. Why can't they just mind their own business? I didn't do anything.

Luckily, no one in my apartment building paid much attention when I passed. No one really seems to care when you're a male college drop-out, and I'm practically a nobody. I didn't take the elevator because they're useless. Humans have legs for walking, not for spending two minutes standing next to strangers on a death ride. You might have noticed, I have claustrophobia and agoraphobia. I was just born this way.

When I set foot on my floor, there was a package outside of my apartment door. A regular, old cardboard box that could possibly contain a bomb or other weapons that could cause my death. I unlocked the door and went in, carrying the box in my arms as I made my way to the living room table. After I set the box down, I wasted no time sighing before I opened it, cutting along the taped edges.

There was a note inside. A small note with carefully printed handwriting inside a medium-sized box. How strangely odd. It must've been a prank because as soon as I read the words, I gulped because I didn't do anything.

We know what you did, Taehyung.

Time seems to stop for me because I found myself frozen, eyes glued onto the six words on the paper. Analyzing the letters, it was clearly noticeable that a man had written it. The perfectly, unsmeared black ink of the note had to be from some of the most powerful people in the world. I flipped the card over and blinked a few times.

~ B.T.S.

Three letters and I already knew who had sent me the package. It's been so long since I had run away. How were they still able to find me? Why are they still after me? I didn't do anything.