lost | A 김태형 Centric | ✓

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Sometimes if you give a fuck.
That fuck, fucks you.

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"Explanation"

Taehyung jerked his wrist away, his expression turning strangely calm. Any trace of tear or emotion left his face, leaving it stoic.

"I don't think I can explain it anymore" He said softly, but somehow his words remained cold.

"I think you can"

"The more you try to understand a person, the more complex he gets Yoongi" Taehyung leaned in,"I don't think there is an explanation to what happened"

Yoongi felt something tug inside him, a deep connection had formed between him and Taehyung. Not only in these few excited weeks but also over the years. From the time when he was a underground rapper to the time he was in the band.

Taehyung had remained somehow constant in his life. Even though he didn't know Taehyung personally, he knew he was someone.

He remained hidden in the shadows of the underworld and Yoongi often got fascinated when his friends used to talk about Tae at the clubs.

He was the famous faceless killer, silent and dangerous like a snake. Though not clearly he recalls the time when he first saw the assassin.

It was his turn to perform and Yoongi was sitting in one of the cubicles, having a little panic attack. He could hear the roaring of the crowd and the low beat of the music.

He stepped out and looked at himself in the mirror, taking in his appearance. His natural black hair were pulled back a bandana and his usual attire of a white shirt and faded jeans.

Yoongi looked at right when he heard another cubicle open, a guy stepped out. He was younger than Yoongi, wearing full black attire and leather jacket. The nameless guy fixed Yoongi with a stare and then in the mirror.

Yoongi saw a gleaming knife tugged in his jeans when the guy lifted his hands to set his brunette hair in place.

"Is it your performance next?" He had asked. Yoongi replied with a nod.
"Keep the beat at full" The guy smirked and left the restroom.

That night, Yoongi had kept the volume at full. Only to find a person murdered with stab in chest the next morning.

Now Taehyung was again in front of him, he had changed so much. His youthful features had matured, and obvious fine lines had formed at the corner of his eyes through the stressful years.

Everything about him changed but what remained the same were those sharp honey eyes in which Yoongi would happily drown forever.

Taehyung searched Yoongi's face for a reaction, there was none.

"There is always an explanation for everything" Yoongi said. Taehyung gave a little smile.

"I'm sorry" he said.

Yoongi quirked his eyebrow up but his question was answered was a sharp prick at his neck. Yoongi tried jerked away but Taehyung had already pushed the plunger down.

"What the-"

His senses became heavy almost immediately, a curtain of drowsiness fell on his body and mind.

His head touched the pillow and he blinked his eyes a few times to focus on Taehyung, his said something but it didn't make sense to his own ears.