❝ When nightfall comes, the terror comes with it. ❞
It's the year 2034. Seven people remain on earth. The lives they live are brimmed with fear, friendship and trust, but little do they know,
Betrayal always wins.
Started writing: 05/ 07/ 2019
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9 MAY 2034
◣ C A M E R A 2
static.
that was all taehyung could see and hear. he sat by the door all night, the sinister sound of animalistic growls and bones crackling haunting his senses as he sat there, motionless.
he didn't realize it was morning until the bathroom door was busted open the next morning. he was immediately pulled into a hug by jeongguk as taehyung remained still in his arms.
jeongguk's fervent cries reached his ears yet he did nothing to comfort him.
jimin was gone. jimin was dead.
dead. the word kept recurring, taking over his thoughts slowly before consuming him whole.
taehyung collapsed into jeongguk's arms.
he woke up to five heads peering over him, and suddenly, without warning the bitter truth of the reality came crashing in once again. jin excused himself as he left the room abruptly before discarding the cigarettes on his way out. hoseok pulled taehyung to his chest as he cried onto taehyung's shoulder, muttering i'm sorrys under his breath.
'what are you sorry for?' taehyung wanted to ask. 'it's my fault, it's all my fault.'
taehyung didn't realize he had said it out loud until hoseok muttered,
"it's not your fault, i swear."
"where are his remains?" taehyung choked out and jeongguk burst into tears again. yoongi stumbled out of the room, his face pale and devoid of any color and jeongguk followed, his hand gripping onto something, firmly.
the paintbrush.
taehyung felt as if the air had been punched out of his lungs and as if they were replaced with empty plastic containers, begging to be filled with some ventilation.
"i'm sorry, taehyung. there were no remains of his body. the clones t- they—" he stalled before pushing his tongue against his cheek. "we couldn't hold a proper burial for him." namjoon answered, his voice hoarse as taehyung felt his voice scrape against his eardrums.
his heart was pulled into halves, losing meaning for any beating of it.
he heaved a long sigh as he fell back onto the pillow. taehyung closed his eyes in hopes of returning back to his living room where he and jimin could sit by the fireplace basking in silence or eat dinner as they laughed heartily.
he wanted to rip his hair out for the way he acted in the last few moments he spent with jimin, he wanted to forgive jimin for doing what he did no matter how wrong or maybe they could have talked about it like they always did.
he just wanted jimin back.
he wished—oh how he wished, he could return back to those times and savor those little moments a bit longer.
but jimin was dead, and there's nothing taehyung could do.
