Anamnesis| Taehyung [Completed]

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I slowly fluttered my eyes open as I discovered that I was lying on the same spot where I had passed out. I hurriedly got up as my eyes scanned the room vigorously for a clue of what happened. Or was it just a dream? No, Sungho and I were a team and it was forever. He could never leave that easily.

I scurried out of Sungho's room, only to find out that the house was dead empty. I slowly walked down the stairs, and went to the landline to call Mom. The phone rang for a few times before the call connected and Mom picked up with a muffled tone. I prayed hard, so that I'd not have to hear any bad news. It's all just a nightmare. I repeated in my head. It's all just a nightmare.

"Come to the funeral home." She said with a shaky voice as the phone automatically slipped through my hand.

My throat went dry and my eyes refused to blink. My hands started shaking like crazy and so did my head. I refused to believe that my best friend was no more and I had to go to the funeral home to meet his lifeless body. No.

His career is taking off. He's finally doing something that he has always wanted to do. My partner in crime, And I refused to lose him to death. Death was nothing compared to our promise of sticking to each other forever.

But I needed a closure.

I quickly stumbled back into my room, and searched for a decent dress as I immediately left. Praying in my head that none of it was true.

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I sat on the edge of the bench outside the funeral room with my fingers crossed. I was sweating like a pig and the prayers which were in my head weren't just in my head anymore.

"Um...Ms. Lee?" An old man came out of the closed door, apparently looking for me.

"Yeah that's me..." I stood up abruptly.

"Uh... Mr. and Mrs. Lee are calling you inside." I nodded as I pushed the door open and entered.

Suddenly it started to get suffocating. My lungs did not permit the entry of oxygen, and I was struggling to breathe. I put a hand on my neck as I stared at the lifeless body of my brother. Those meaningful eyes which used to look at me with great adoration, were closed forever. Those red lips which used to tell me stories as a child, had grown pale. Hot and painful tears started to spill out of my eyes and my limbs stood frozen.

I guess death really defeated us.

"Oh you're here already?" Mom screamed as she lunged towards me, but my eyes were still focused on Sungho.

I felt a sharp burning pain across my cheek, which brought me out of my thoughts. I looked at Mom who was looking at me furiously as she breathed harder than ever. I raised my hand to caress the spot she had slapped. But I was still dazed.

"Mom?!" I squeaked in confusion.

"Really? You hated Sungho that much?" I was stunned by her misconception.

"What?"

"Oh don't bother! I can't believe you could do something like this!" Mom said as she pulled pulled me by my shirt's collar.

"Mom no- why would you even think that I-" I tried to speak.

"No honey, this isn't some misconception. I knew from the very beginning that you hated Sungho, but seriously? Shame on you!" She screamed as I was still staring at her with a horrified expression. Why the hell would she think that I killed my brother? I looked over at Dad who sat beside Sungho's bed with his head lowered.

"Dad?!? Why is she saying this?" He raised his head and all I could see was anger and annoyance in his eyes.

"Couldn't stand your brother, huh? oh wait, I know why." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.