Fear | K.th [Editing]

Black Ink and Undiscovered Bruises [50°]

"Here." Taehyung hands me a bottle of liquor covered in a brown paper bag that he bought from a convenient store he had me stand behind and wait for him to come out of. Sitting on the ground, I reach up to grab the bottle from him. "I also bought you an onigiri, because I know you haven't eaten anything yet." I take the rice cake out from its wrapping and begin to munch on it, popping open the liquor to jug down.

I could feel Taehyung staring at me as he leans his shoulder against the grimy wall, arms crossed as he stands there watching me eat like some unnecessary movie sequel. I could also tell he was getting annoyed with my silence; I stopped talking to him by the time we got to the corner store up until now, keeping my mouth shut even when he talks to me.

I was still pissed off that Taehyung didn't at least shoot Korain's foot, or punch him in the throat or something for drugging me. Maybe I should be messy and expose Korain once and for all—I shouldn't be a fake bitch and tell Taehyung now...no, I should yell it out when Korain's with us to—

"Well? Yell, scream, say something. Anything." I hear him say, stepping closer to me. I feel like I'm in an episode of bgc and I'm ready to pop off at any given second, but I can't because I know they'll be consequences that follow. "You said once you had liquor you would talk."

"'I've already said what needed to be said." For as of right now.

"Yeah, and what exactly did you mean by that?" I look up at him. He stares back. I wasn't going to be the one to break the news to him that his 'dead girlfriend' was still alive. No, I'll let Korain do that shit. I'll let Korain repent for his sins.

I turn my head away from him, glaring ahead. He sighs, getting annoyed with my stubbornness.

"Fine. If you won't talk, then I will." God, this dude is talkative today. What happened to the silent Taehyung that wouldn't even say hello back if you said it to him. "You remember when you were in that car garage awhile back? Korain had taken you from me. At first, we weren't at the best terms. He still hates me for leaving him when I broke out and took everyone else–I'm sure he told you our past, he can't keep his mouth shut for the sake of his life."

He runs a hand through the brown strands of his hair, waiting for some sort of response from my end.

I take another bite of the rice cake, noticing him shift in his stance in the corner of my eye. "I met with him a week later, because I needed a compromise with him while I got my shit together. Told him I was going to put you in that strip club and I just needed him to make sure nothing happens to you. He agreed on one condition...um, but what I didn't agree on was him taking you to Blue Rose and making you apart of the Mafia. I was so pissed when I found out, but I had already made the deal. He was just suppose to keep an eye on you there at the strip club, nothing more. Nothing less."

"I'm not mad about that anymore."

"You aren't?"

"No, because of him I got to do things that wouldn't be possible with you." Taehyung looks at me with furrowed brows, asking me what that meant. So, I tell him as I slowly meet his gaze. "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

His fingers fold into a fist before relaxing. I could tell his mind was whirling, figuring out what I was referring to. Soon, he nods solemnly,

I mirror his nod, "I killed people that did me wrong in the past, Taehyung. I'm a killer now. A murderer. The only person left on my list is you—I shouldn't be in love with you. I mean, I'm still going to kill you, but I'll feel bad about it." He keeps a straight face, his eye cascading to the cracked concrete ground. Was this not to be expected? I've told him in the past that I was going to get my vengeance, so why does he look so surprised with my words?