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Chapter 43: Moon Of His Life

1 week later

"You're not going on there by yourself (Y/N)!" Taehyung shouted maliciously. He gripped her upper arm tightly with his hand while holding a red hot stare that shot daggers.

He couldn't let her be with Yoongi by herself... Yoongi might say something and do something that could give (Y/N) any second thoughts. Taehyung can't risk anything after the time and efforts he'd done to attain (Y/N) for himself. He needed to be there to watch Yoongi's mouth and actions... before Kim Yoongi is dead.

She looked at Taehyung who towered over her with a spiteful growl. (Y/N) immediately felt her instincts urging her to snatch her arm back and continue walking to Yoongi's door, but Taehyung's grip was so firm and strong, her hand numbed due to her blood circulation being stopped.

"Let go and stay in the car," she demanded flatly.

"NO! You're not going in there with a kill—"

"Stay in the car Taehyung," she repeated one more time.

"No! You're not going in there with a kill—"

Taehyung stopped when she held a knife at his face. The cold look reflected on her expression gave him shudders, making him incapable of moving his muscles as she inched the weapon on the tip of his nose.

"Go back to the fucking car or Yoongi won't be the only one dying today."

Color drained from his face, skin as white as snow from (Y/N)'s petrifying threat. He slowly released his grip from her arm and gulped the lump on his throat that didn't allow him to breathe. He saw how she had no humanity left on her eyes as she tucked her knife at the her back pocket. Her heart seemed to be made out of stone, the way Taehyung was when he brutally murdered Chungha, but (Y/N), she's much worse, and more terrifying.

He would never forget the evil glint in her beady eyes when he nodded and turned his way back to the car.

Taehyung looked bewildered, doubtful and quizzical from this plan of his. He began to question how much (Y/N) knows about him, what's going through her mind because when he revealed Yoongi was the killer, these past couple of days turned silent, where (Y/N) said little to no words to him. She only sat in one spot of the house, not touching anything else but her knife, which she sharpens tirelessly while staring at a blank wall, thinking and thinking, never revealing anything.

He tried to avoid facing the reality where (Y/N) might know by replacing these vicious and spiteful thoughts with his future with her when all things are done. But they keep coming back every time (Y/N) does something like this— where she disobey him, put him in a box and seal him from seeing and hearing.

When Taehyung enters and closed the car, he wanted to quell the hammering on his chest as he watches (Y/N) knock on Yoongi's door... waiting... waiting to see what was going to happen next.

"She doesn't know Taehyung. (Y/N) doesn't know," he assured himself. His hands were fixed around his hair, brushing and clasping them as his nerves spiked.

His hands trembles and his eyes waters. Something felt terribly wrong— and it was anything but good. His body feels hot and sweat starts trickling down his neck. With every move (Y/N) makes, he gets more and more stiff. Taehyung's breath hitched when Yoongi's door creaked open, and suddenly... everything is quiet.

The only thing he could hear was his rapid heartbeats.

Taehyung's eyes scanned the scene from the car, hands wrapped at the handle just incase he needed to bolt out from the vehicle. He could see Yoongi standing there from shock, feeling a stinging in his nose and his throat started to tighten. Yoongi opened his mouth to let in a small breath upon seeing (Y/N) in front of him, tears welling in his eyes. It was clear to see that Yoongi fought with everything he has to keep the tears from falling, but when (Y/N) stood there, in front of him after weeks of silence, he couldn't control it. Peal shaped tears rapidly streamed down his face.