"Are you okay?" Taehyung asks as we laid on my bed, a small distance between us. "I'm fine" I nod, staring up into space. I was feeling a little restless and I couldn't stop fidgeting with my hands. I thought I'd be over it by now, but no matter how many times I witnessed someone die in front of me it didn't get any easier.
"You're bleeding." Taehyung eyes the cut on my leg. I hadn't realised I was bleeding until we were sat in the car on the way back to the house. Despite it only being a relatively small cut it stung like a bitch. I feel Taehyung sit up from the bed and watch as he strides over to the cabinet on the other side of the room. He rummages through the top drawer before returning with a first aid kit in his hand. He silently takes a small plaster from the kit and carefully places it over my wound. Taehyung was acting very different to how he had been this morning. His words were softer than usual and his touch gentle. I liked this Taehyung but I wondered how long it would last.
"You did well today," Taehyung smiles up at me from where he is sat on the floor, his hair messily placed on his forehead, obscuring my view of his eyes. I smile back weakly. He notices my lack of response and sighs lightly.
"I don't like mixing my personal life with work, that's why I've been avoiding you," he explains. His body language showed he was feeling a little uneasy, his bottom lip tucked behind his top teeth and his eyes unable to focus on one thing. "It's your decision to make me part of your work," I answer back, watching him out of the corner of my eye.
"You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for my work. You've been given much more freedom than I usually give," Taehyung replies in his usual deep and velvety voice. He was still sat on the floor looking up at me making me feel strangely as though I was the one scolding him.
"So there were girls before me?" I remember Si hyuk mentioning Taehyung had been accompanied by other girls in the past. I hadn't asked much about it at the time, but that didn't mean it hadn't been playing on mind constantly ever since. Taehyung seemed reluctant to answer my question, "a few, but for very different reasons you're here for." Taehyung leans to one side as he fumbles for something in his pocket. A few moments later he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I didn't see him smoke very often but I frequently smelt the strong ashy smell on his clothes. He proceeded to light the end before inhaling and blowing out the addictive smoke away from me.
"Where are they now?" I ask, fearfully, the smoke creating a barricade between me and Taehyung. "I think you already know the answer to that question," he replies as if he already knew what I was speculating in my mind. I look down at my lap and then back to Taehyung who is still watching me with an innocent gaze. "What about me? What happens to me once I've done what you need me to?" I ask trying to mask the anxiety in my voice.
"I don't know, I've never thought that far ahead," he mumbles against the cigarette still between his lips. I stare at his perfect, red-stained lips which hold the end of the cigarette tightly. I didn't know which was more dangerous; him or the cigarette. I tear my eyes away from him before he realised I was staring.
"Why can't you ever just give me a straight answer?" I mutter slightly annoyed. Everything with Taehyung was like a maze that didn't seem to ever end. Even the simplest of answers would be complicated, leaving me to try and figure out what he really meant. "If I gave you a straight answer to half the questions you asked me, you wouldn't willingly be sat next to me right now," he shrugs carelessly. I didn't quite know what he meant by that but I knew it wasn't good.
"I think I can handle it," I cross my arms over my chest, raising a teasing eyebrow at Taehyung who laughs. "You couldn't handle someone like me, Hanna," he smirks, putting his cigarette out and throwing it over to the bin. He misses it completely but doesn't make any attempt to place it in the bin.
"What makes you think that?" I furrow my eyebrows. I'd spent my entire life dealing with people underestimating me. If you aren't a six foot male with muscles and some form of facial hair you are entirely disregarded for anything.
"I often do bad things to good people. I don't think you want to end up on that list too, Hanna," he sighs leaning back on his hands.
"I don't think you're as bad as you make yourself out to be," I turn my head to face him, wanting him to know what I was saying was the genuine truth. I'd always thought that about Taehyung. He'd shown me he was capable of caring and loving. No one is born with hate in them, that is something he had learnt as he grew up. Maybe it sounded naive and selfish but I wanted to be the one to show him it was just as easy to love and is was to hate. He looks away from me, falling speechless. I hadn't failed to notice the way his entire body had seized up. It was obvious he wasn't used to hearing people say anything positive about him.
"I need to give this chip to Namjoon," he mutters after the brief pocket of silence. He gets up and exits the room before I get a chance to stop him.
I groan, running a hand through my hair. Somehow I'd made things awkward between me and Taehyung. I didn't want to give up on Taehyung, but it was tiring trying to keep up with his constant mood swings. I decide to take a shower, needing some quiet time to think. I'd always longed for the day I would finally escape this hell hole but now that day was actually in reach, I wasn't as excited as I thought I would be. Whilst being submerged in my thoughts I realised I'd left all my clothes and towel in the bedroom. Knowing it was unlikely anyone would be waiting for me in the room I step out of the shower and run into my room completely naked. I quickly rush to grab a towel, feeling the hair on my arms stand up due to the freezing cold chill in the air. Before I wrap the towel around me I catch a glimpse of my body in the long length mirror. My gaze is immediately drawn to the mark on my hip. I trace over it lightly with my index finger, the small mark quickly becoming the bane of my existence.
I dry my body and hair before slipping into some comfortable clothes. Not even a minute after I finally flopped my body down on the bed, a series of knocks rang at my door. "Come in," I shout, at this point struggling to find the strength to keep my eyes open. Jungkook enters the room with a small smile and a plate in his hands.
"Don't worry, this time I had permission from Tae," he laughs. Me and Jungkook had reconciled, well at least back to acquaintances. A simple apology had been all it needed. My mouth waters at the sight of the food in his hands, I hadn't even realised how hungry I was until now. He sits in the exact same place Taehyung had been sat in not long ago, placing the plate of food beside him. Before he can speak I get up from the bed and grip the waistband of my jeans, pulling down one side of them to expose the mark on my hip.
"Hanna, what are you doing?" He looks up at me in disbelief, his eyes now wide open as his eyes flick between mine and the dark mark etched into my skin. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that's a birthmark," I demand. The poor male was rendered speechless as his mouth opened and closed but no words came out. He struggled to find a suitable response under my hardened stare.
"Stop asking questions I can't answer. I've already told you I can't once before, I don't want to keep repeating myself," he finally says crossing his arms over his chest. "Why won't you give me a clear answer? What are you all hiding from me?" I urge him again for an answer.
"Hanna I'm warning you. I'm sorry I can't tell you but it's in everyone's best interests that you don't know," he babbles throwing his arms up in the air in annoyance at my persistent and unrelenting questions.
"What else are you sorry for? kidnapping me? constantly putting my life in danger? the word sorry really starts to lose its meaning when you're constantly saying it but not changing anything." I'm almost shouting now, and I don't really know what had caused the sudden change in my temper. I knew I can't raise my voice too loud if I didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.
"Then stop asking questions. I've been nice, I've been civil, but this is my job and unfortunately you've been wrapped up in it." He responds with his jaw clenched and I decide now is probably a good time to stop before an even bigger argument blows up. "Could you leave, please." I look over at the door waiting for Jungkook to get up.
"Trust me Hanna, we are not the bad guys in all of this," Jungkook responds in his usual calm and relaxed voice. He exits the room, leaving me as I had asked.
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Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung
Fanfiction"I killed my entire family. Imagine what I could do to you." What scared me the most was how calmly he spoke as he continued to blow smoke out from his pursed lips. For the first time since I'd got here, I was genuinely terrified of the man that wa...
