𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter twenty four

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Taehyung left that day.

It was the next day and Namjoon stayed home. He was feeling better, no major headaches or migraines but he didn't give two shits about school at all. He gave two shits about Taehyung knowing about what's on his wall, seeing his own name with a heart right beside it.

Namjoon just stared at the papers on the wall. He mostly stared at a Taehyung's name, at the heart beside it too. His blood was boiling, having a tight grip on his table which his foot repeatedly tapping down on his floor. His heart is beating too fast, feeling a blood rush of anger going up to his head.

He tightened his jaw and reached up to the paper's on the wall, ripping them off out of anger. His jaw clenched as he rips every piece of paper on his wall, punching the whiteboard like it was a mirror. He pulled it off the wall and smashed it with his knee.

The killing doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter at all! He hasn't killed anyone for a month so why is it important to him? He never wanted to kill Taehyung, even though the boy probably wanted to kill Namjoon but he just never knew. He hates himself!

He just threw the whiteboard to the side, getting on his knees. He stared at the mess he made, seeing Taehyung's name right in front of him. He softly picked it up with both of his hands, slightly having a shake. I fucked everything up.

Yoongi pushed opened the door, brows knitted. "What the fuck is going on down he—re..." His brows curled when he saw him. "Joon." He walked up to the boy, getting on his knees. "What happened?"

"Hyung." Namjoon mumbled up, still staring down at the small paper, caressing it with his thumb, mostly staring at the heart. "I messed everything up."

"What did you do?" Yoongi placed his hand on his back, looking at the paper he's holding then, looking at him.

"He asked about this." The taller showed the paper that he's holding. "He asked why the heart is beside his name." He scoffed. "I'm such an idiot..."

"That doesn't prove anything about you liking him. He doesn't surely know that." He shrugged.

"I'm embarrassed, Hyung." Namjoon softly put down the paper back on the floor, still staring at it. "What will he think of me..."

"You're overthinking. You think he hates you because of it?" Yoongi knitted his brows.

"I fuck everything up." Namjoon looked up at him, having his brows curled. "Every time."

"No you don't."

"I do." The taller whispered, looking back down at the paper. "I hate this feeling."

"Then confess."

"What?"

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself by pushing your own feelings away from him. You just need to be honest on why he had a heart beside his name."

"You don't understand." Namjoon moved his Hyung's arm off, closing his eyes. "He's broken. I'll just make it worse if I confess to him. Choi fucked him up so badly that he killed him—I can't take that risk."

Yoongi sighed.

Taehyung was hugging his body pillow, thinking about that day. He doesn't know why but it's just stuck in his head. Namjoon seemed scared to tell him the truth, that's why he kept refusing to say it. He still wanted to know why.

The boy only had his boxers on, clinging himself onto his body pillow like he doesn't want to lose it. He stared at his phone that's on his nightstand. Should he text someone or even call someone? Jeongguk is busy with his job..Jimin is still ignoring him...

Taehyung reached up to grab his phone, turning it on and just went on phone. He bit his bottom lip, looking at a certain number. No. I can't. I just left his place two days ago! He's probably busy..or resting more or..doing something stupid. Ugh, I don't know!

Taehyung just sighed, going to messages to text him instead. He got stuck again. Should I text a simple hi, maybe? A hello? Oh! What about a hey? No. Why am I even stuck? It's just one damn word! Taehyung groaned in annoyance, hitting his forehead to try to make his choices work in his brain.

Oh fuck it. He started to tap down on the keyboard, hovering his thumb over the arrow to send it. Now Taehyung's thinking again. I shouldn't bother him. Goddamnit! I shouldn't be stuck over this simple fucking text! Taehyung just shoved his face into the pillow, fake crying.

He didn't realize that he pressed the arrow, which sent the simple 'hi' to Namjoon.

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