[FF] 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

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The rooms were silent, the seven men quietly sleeping. But Kim Taehyung, him, couldn't keep his eyes shut any longer. Sat on his soft mattress, he was focusing a nonexistent point, almost not blinking. His room was paint in a light beige color.

" Why are you doing this to me? "

He asked this with a voice so tiny and insecure. You could think he began to be crazy, but it wasn't exactly that. It was that man, hidden behind that camera placed on his desk that was making him crazy, even insane. Taehyung chuckled low, like the wind before the storm.

" What did I do so wrong, huh? Nothing. I did nothing wrong. "

He was answering his own questions time to time, it began eventually. Minutes, hours, probably, seeing the dark circles growing under his eyes as days were passing by. What he knows? He didn't know nothing.

" Did you fall asleep? "
" Do you hear me? "
" Are you listening to me? "

That psycho wasn't listening. Maybe he was sleeping. His stare went over his bedroom door that was slightly open, letting artificial light brighten the four walls around him. Taehyung could give up everything just to run through that door, and scream for help within all this apartment. But if he had the foolish force to do it, he would be dead because of that bastard that was watching him, even intimately. Dead.. he wished it could be a joke, but it was literally what he would risk to be, dear.

Now, he was looking, throught the large window, a breathtaking landscape that was the full moon in a sky full of stars. Sounds of nature could be heard. A tired smile was formed by his lips, these lips that was known to sing perfectly.

" You're free.. So lucky.. "

One tear rolled down his right cheek. Two. Three. There he was, sad, crying his pain while holding his bunny teddy bear. Taehyung eventually fell asleep due to his tiredness, his eyes still wet.

3H57.

A delicious scent came into the poor brunette room who was suffering badly. He woke up.

" I will never, never be bored of that sweet depressed face of yours!
ㅡ It has been only a month..
ㅡ And I'm very surprised you're still alive!
ㅡ Why aren't you killing me anyway?
ㅡ It would not be funny, little one! I'm waiting for you to commit suicide, dummy. And every single day is pleasurable thanks to the sight of you dying little by little. Don't you agree?
ㅡ Whatever. I'm taking a shower. " , he said standing, and walking over the small wardrobe.

" You know now what you can do if you wanna leave here. "

A fucking psychopath. That was what he was. A fucking psychopath. But Taehyung didn't want to die. And he would NOT die. He sighed, taking his things and went over the small camera. Putting his things aside, he was looking for that small instrument of torture. He arranged his right sleeve to reveal his wrist. Anyone who had the courage to look over his right wrist would be paralyzed by horror. Was it still an arm? All these cutsㅡ done consciously, there were so deep. What he could do to get out of his own bedroom..

Blood was flowing out quite quickly. He only did it three times. He showed his work to the camera. That psychopath laughed.

" Blood. So breathtaking, right? That would be enough, you can go out. "

Thanks God! He let the small metal thing fall on his desk, took his things, and walked quite fast to his door. Each time he would go through it, a cold breeze of freedom almost make his lungs explode. Sure, that psycho could still hear him. But he could not see what he was doing now. It was a beginning, right? Reaching the bathroom, he locked the doorㅡ not to be caught staining the ground of blood, he thought.

A relaxing warm shower had won over him, a bright smile on his exhausted face! Right, I need to do something about.. thisㅡ he said to himself pointing his naked figure in the mirror. Taehyung opened one by one the drawers, searching for bandages. Alcohol on cotton, he disinfected his whole wrist without showing any expression of pain. That psychopath had made him numb to the pain. Terrifying and sad, when he thought about it.. A little more of fondation.. And magic happens! He put on contactsㅡ excusing his red eyes, and went down to his friends, who he considered as his second family. They didn't know about the scandalous situation he was in. Taehyung sat down around the big table like a ghost. Park Jimin, going behind him, patted his head on his way to his seat.

" Slept well Alien? "

He didn't answer. He didn't have the force to. Smiling as nothing was up, was too hard after a week of horrific submission. Jimin sighed, still not understanding the sudden new behavior of his best friend.

" What's up with you Hyung? These times you aren't.. yourself.. "

Jeon Jungkook asked so carefully. It has been a long time since he has heard someone talk as careful as thatㅡ voice as light as a feather. Taehyung felt the fear that was in his voice. He couldn't stop himself from comforting him somehow.

" I'm doing great though, Jungkook. "

It sounded horribly wrong. Min Yoongi sighed, before glaring at him. It was that glare that could make anyone freeze in place. Anyone, but Taehyung. Not now at least. So, he hold the stare with the same glacial feeling.

" Tae, it's beenㅡ
ㅡ Taehyung, my name is Taehyung.
ㅡ Well, Taehyung, I don't know what's definitely up with you, but it's getting frustrating. It's been years that we're in the group, and we're about to comeback soonㅡ
ㅡ Will you stop?! Great, life is beautiful because a new album will be out! But you see, I'm underㅡ "

A horrible pain, bringing him to a mute state, was piercing his heart. That son of a bitch, he thought. Luck was with him, his clothes were thick enough. Taehyung felt the liquid, sickening warm, sticky on his chest and shirt.