The Reflection We Fear || Taekook

Chapter 6: Manicure

The young man got used to strange feeling of waking up in beds that didn't belong to him. The smell, fragrant and alluring but not his. Nothing like what he would smell like in his own home, nothing like what his old self used to be like. He didn't think that there would be a difference. They were all beds after all, completely functional for sleep, but the feeling of them was different. The one he shared with Namjoon was rickety and old, creaking from the slightest of movements and therefore making the nights seem longer when all Namjoon ever did in his sleep was move. But at least Namjoon had kept him warm in the night when the loft was colder than usual, and the storms were howling outside keeping everyone awake. He would shift closer to his back and move his body until Taehyung's head was in the crook of his neck. To anyone who would walk in, he knew it would seem kind of suspicious. Like they were sharing a romantic embrace, which wasn't of course bad or insulting in any way, because it was natural for people to draw that conclusion. But to them it was just an effort at comfort. Two friends almost like brothers in a weird way, sharing a bed in the cold night, kept up by their thoughts. Thinking back Taehyung had a feeling now that he knew exactly what Namjoon was thinking about. All the dead bodies that were left behind because of him. All the killings he had done, for whatever reason he had. That was another thing Taehyung needed to add to his list of finding things out. Why did Namjoon needed to come to Seoul? Taehyung didn't think he would have ever come, if it weren't for the opportunity that presented itself by Namjoon. He probably would have stayed in Daegu to rot away until he was old enough to finally call it quits.

Taehyung sat up from the bed, groaning from his stiff muscles, trying to push these thoughts away that always seemed to find their way back to him. Always seemed to find a way to torture him. Like a fucking plague. A fucking decease that never seemed to lift up from his mind, that he could never cure, only forget about momentarily before ultimately coming back to him.

The young man shifted to roll out of bed. The harsh carpet tickling his soles, scratching at the skin in an almost irritating way. If he didn't have anything else on his mind than it probably would have irritated him a great deal, but in the moment he couldn't care less.

He was craving a fucking cigarette again.

After his little session with Seokjin and his talk with Jungkook in the alleyway, Taehyung couldn't have felt more nervous, felt more trapped. He was being fucking cornered in and there was currently nothing, he could do about it. Walking out and disappearing from a crime syndicate, wasn't exactly something that was easily done. This people had better connections than the fucking police could even imagine about, because they could be found literally everywhere. Its why people didn't just get out, it's why undercover agents either died or got stuck until they brought an empire down. Which was precisely why the former was more common. Taking down a fucking empire built on lies and hushed words is nearly impossible, yet overeager, moron police departments still tried. Still sent their agents in to die. A fucking ruthless death at that.

He didn't want to think about what might happen to him, if he even tried to escape right now. Not when Jeon fucking Jungkook had an eye on him and was literally watching his every fucking move. But every time Taehyung tried to avert his thoughts from the gruesome deaths he might receive into a different direction, they trailed right back where he started. He couldn't not think about getting the fuck out of here, when he had no clue if Namjoon was alive or not. When he had no idea whether his best friend still breathed or was already in fucking hell waiting for him. Taehyung could easily hack into the system to find out, but that would mean he would need to explain why he did it and potentially blow his cover.

His thoughts were thankfully interrupted by a loud nock on the door, that seemed way more demanding than it should have been, when someone wanted to just casually come in. Taehyung couldn't possibly imagine who it could be, considering he knew no one here besides Jungkook, who he thought would just fucking come in if he wanted to see Taehyung that desperately, as he owned the fucking building. He also knew...Min. Taehyung hoped that it wasn't Min, standing outside the door banging, though he thought he might just do the same thing as Jungkook.