Walking alone is the hardest part in life, especially when you are drenched with cold droplets. I don't want to be alone. I don't choose to be alone, but that's how life flows. It has things in store for you, Good or Bad. I want it to be good, but not all things are.
Just like when I first met y/n. I thought she was very pretty, but what I didn't know was what lied beneath all that beauty. Y/n was always full of bright ideas, to think she'd be the one that was bullied. Wow, i'd never know. Until one day where she was totally off. I don't mean a sick day either. She came out of the bathroom and her eyes were all red and puffy.
"Listen Taehyung, I don't think we can hang out anymore.."
This broke me, a lot. I stumbled over my words asking her why. She simply shrugged her shoulders along with a sniff of her nose. I saw her walk right past me. Right.past.me. I was shocked. I was even more shocked when Ana came out of the bathroom, dusting herself off.
"Oh! Kim Taehyung, I was just going to come see you." She smiled brightly, but it wasn't her I was focused on. It was y/n. Why had she regected me like this. Did I do something wrong? I thought of multipule ways to apoligise for anything that I did, but nothing came to mind.
I was shaken out of my thoughts, literally, by Ana gripping my shoulders.
"Helloooo? Taehyung?" She was getting kind of annoying, but then I spotted something out of the ordinary. A blood stain. A blood stain printed right into Ana's light blue blouse.
"W-what's that Ana?" I asked. She gave a weird face to me and looked down. Her hoodie was wrapped around her waist tightly hiding whatever was beneath it. My eyebrows furrowed.
She looked back up at me nervously, her face red.
"What's what? I don't s-see anything...?" She said, voice shaking. Obviously she's lying. I snatched the hoodie from her waist as it dropped to the ground, the metal of the zipper making a faint 'cling' against the floor. My eyes widened at the horrifying sight. Her whole blouse was painted with blood.
"What did you do..?" I asked with a lower more scarier tone, causing her to grow more nervous. She pounced to the ground, picking up her hoodie.
"L-listen Taehyung.." I wasn't hearing it, at least not from her. Not now. A million thoughts crossed my mind, but I was curious about a specific one.
"Did you do something to y/n?"
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Fanfic"What if, for some reason, we are to seperate?" ~ "I will find you no matter what.." THIS IS A BTS ANGST
