Our Yesterdays and Tomorrows

My Taehyung-ah

Summary:

I've been at this lame ass rehab for two hundred and thirty seven days. I'm tired. Day in and day out, it's the exact same thing. The same four walls. The same kind face wanting me to talk about my 'feelings'. All of it in the hopes that I might get to catch a glimpse of you for a few precious hours each day. Not that you remember who I am or...what we were.

TaeGi.

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Notes:

This story is inspired by Evanescence's "My Immortal". Oneshot.

It was further inspired by @affxtionatexol's "Anterograde Tomorrow" which is an evil and heartbreaking fic that can be found here, on Wattpad @story/38615723-anterograde-tomorrow and that I HIGHLY recommend. *BRING TISSUES*

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Translators Notes:

-Eomma: Mother.

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"I'm so tired of being here."

I've been at this lame ass rehab for two hundred and thirty seven days. I'm tired. Day in and day out, it's the exact same thing. The same four walls. The same kind face wanting me to talk about my 'feelings'. All of it in the hopes that I might get to catch a glimpse of you for a few precious hours each day. Not that you remember who I am or...what we were.

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"Suppressed by all my childish fears."

My eomma would always beg me to find a good girl and settle down. I told her I didn't like girls. She didn't speak to me for a while after that. Then she told me to find a nice boy and settle down. I told her idols didn't settle. She told me to get over my fears. Not everyone was like...him.

My father left us right after I was rescued, and he hasn't been back since. He was ashamed of the pretty boy he had for a son. Ashamed of what I had done and...what I had become...

Taehyung-ah...chagiyah...YOU are pretty. Beautiful even. You always have been. To me anyway.

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"And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, 'Cause your presence still lingers here, And it won't leave me alone."

The hardest part, I think, is that you remember everyone else now. But not me. Never me. You moved into the dorms so that our brothers could care for you and I am left in the house we once shared. Alone.

Your toothbrush still sits in the cup on the sink. Your favorite shirt still hangs in the closet in our room. The picture from the day before is still taped to the fridge. I cannot bring myself to let you go and yet...it is killing me to keep holding on.

The only mention of me in the scrapbook you hold so dear is "Min Yoongi. Writer. Rapper. Producer. Member of 방탄소년단. Hyung line."

Our group has been on hiatus for almost two years now... A year of that all because of me. Because I was selfish, and cruel, and led you to a fate worse than death.