Kill Me Softly

Chapter Three

JOURNAL ENTRY 09/08/17

I never knew that love was never as perfect as love itself. Love being a lie is the truth. It isn't the type of lie you'd expect at first, because all they say is indeed true. Love is beautiful, it makes you feel alive. But loving means letting someone in, and when you let someone in they always leave. No matter what.

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Deja vu. Seeing something or someone that you feel like you've already seen. A sense of prophecy if you'd call it that, or perhaps, you've really seen it? Jamais vu. Seeing something or someone so familiar, yet not at the same time. Something new, sometimes refreshing, other times terrifying. Ignorantiam. Oblivio. Immemoratio. Lethe. All these words in correlation to one thing. Simply not knowing.

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Taking home a complete stranger would never be a good idea. It was never a good idea and never will be. But that didn't stop Kim Taehyung of course.

What could stop him? Absolutely nothing. Not even impending danger.

Of course he was bothered by the questionable looks he got from the other pedestrians and the one taxi driver that charged him so much he thought there would be a permanent dent in his wallet.

Constantly adjusting his gigantic flannel that covered the nameless, unconscious, and not to mention, weird man, Taehyung gave out nervous giggles everytime the driver looked at him through the mirror.

It seemed like the driver was contemplating on whether or not to ask him something. He figured the man decided against it, but knew that the man definitely did not like him. Considering the price of his ride of course.

Getting out of the car was a bit of a struggle, considering the limp body in his arms. Trying to maneuver himself out of the door of the car whilst holding the body was testing at his patience. And that of the driver's apparently, because the sigh he heaved when he took notice of Taehyung's actions, cut straight across.

Taehyung eventually slid out of the car after resting the boy's unconscious body on the seat. When he had fully emerged from the tiny vehicle he slid the boy's body towards him by his legs. Before grabbing his arms and pulling the boy upwards, quite roughly. Causing the boy's head to hit the door of the car, really hard.

So hard, that the driver turned back to look at him, with his eyes wide in shock.

"Fuck! I'm sorry!" He sort of whisper shouted more to the limp body in his arms than to the driver, whom he'd intended to apologise to.

The grumpy middle aged man just huffed in agitation and kept his head forward, not daring to hold eye contact with Taehyung.

Taehyung was still struggling to prop the body up against his, thankfully, to his luck the boy's body fell forward and onto his.

He gave a little yelp and struggled to adjust the flannel that had...opened up a bit.

Giving it a little knot at the bottom to somehow keep it on the boy's body, Taehyung threw the boy over his shoulder, shocking himself at his own strength.

"I was almost completely sure that, that was gonna go wrong!" He babbled to the uninterested driver.

The minute Taehyung closed the door to the car the driver sped off as if he'd been waiting to do so for centuries.

"Wow. Fuck him! Am I right?"

Taehyung giggled at the lack of a response, somehow finding a way to smile in that situation. Especially with his whole body bending backwards with the weight on his shoulder, and his head hurting after trying to figure how he could possibly get a body out of a car without injuring it.