#taehyung notes

i picked up the picture and smoothed it out. i didn’t want the time we’d spent together to be ruined. with the picture in my pocket, i followed him.

“hyung, is that all? there’s not anything else you’re hiding from us?” the surroundings became quiet at once. everyone’s gazes turned to me. i glared directly at seokjin. hyung looked at me too. in that gaze, there was some exhaustion, awkwardness, and regret.

a look of worry crept over his face. i frowned with my lips pressed shut. he looked like my mom with an expression she used to have, the expression which i couldn’t really recall anymore.

tears didn’t come out. i wanted to cry, i wanted to scream, i wanted to kick, break, and destroy it all. i wanted to ruin it, but i didn’t know how to do any of it.

i looked down at my hand. it was stained with blood. suddenly the strength left my legs. i was about to sink down to the ground, but someone held me from behind. the cloudy sunlight was coming in through the window.

taehyung notes that the wound on his hand hurts sometimes, like it does now, and he wonders if it’s because it’s punishment for all of his wrongdoings.