𝐌𝐀𝐃 ᵗᵃᵉᵍᵍᵘᵏ

xix.

taehyung panted loudly as he pounded on the door of the clinic, waiting desperately for dr. jeon to arrive. everything inside of him was on fire; with each exhale his throat like he was breathing fire, and his head throbbing like he was clubbed with a baseball bat. he shut his eyes tightly as he waited, pressing his hand to his mouth to prevent him from throwing up. was he even going to throw up? he couldn't differentiate his feelings anymore. the door opened and he fell over, groaning loudly as he landed face first, looking up with squinted eyes, the light from the inside burning his irises.

      "i-it.. hurts.." he whimpered when the therapist picked him up bridal style, carrying his overheated body in his office, setting him down on the couch at the end of the room. dr. jeon ran his fingers down his body, rubbing the stains of blood on his pants, smiling at him, "i can assume the job is done?" he purred, caressing taehyung's face.

"you were there.." taehyung looked into his eyes, "you.. told me to do it.."

"i was there?" taehyung inhaled sharply at the feeling of dr. jeon's hands against his stomach, massaging the skin carefully, "i wasn't there, taehyung, i was here waiting for you." dr. jeon leaned closer to him, a grin on his face, "did you imagine i was there with you, taehyung? helping you commit a.. murder?" he laughed quietly, "you did that all by yourself.. you're just like me— you're a murderer now, taehyung."

taehyung lurched forward with a loud gasp, hands immediately clenching the bedsheets around him, his shirt and forehead soaked from sweat. he panted heavily, trying to rub the sweat out of his eyes, his body quivering. his head throbbed, traces of a headache still remaining. his mother quickly joined him in his room, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his wet face. "i-i'm okay.." he gulped, "i just had a nightmare.."

"i know, taehyung, we'll be alright, don't worry.." she shushed him.

"what.. do you mean?" he pushed himself away, a confused expression resting on his face.

"with jimin.." he widened his eyes, "i know, you're still in shock— we all are.. i'll prepare you some breakfast and bring it here, okay? and you don't have to go to school today, i'll call dr. jeon and see if we can have an impromptu meeting." taehyung frowned as his mother left him alone.

he shook his head and stared at his phone, gulping as his fingers reached out of it. he exhaled at the sight of dozens of texts from friends, all apologizing and sending their regards. his lips quivered, tears on the verge of falling from his eyes when he opened the news network, pressing his hand to his mouth to muffle his sob when he saw his best friend's corpse plastered on every article.

he set his phone down, curling up in his bed, mind going blank as tears continued to fall from his eyes.

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i'm almost done rewriting this.. owo