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Episode 13

He knew that his family was overbearing but he did care for their safety, sort of. He cared is the way he'd put it. His relationship with them was too complex to ever really fully explain. Two days after Jungkook had paid taehyung a visit, the latter found a crumpled piece of paper on the floor by the window while he was cleaning. Taehyung smoothed the paper only to find himself mildly horrified with its contents. There was a picture of him in the black pants and white shirt he had worn the day he met Jungkook. Taehyung was opening the gate that enclosed the minuscule yard and you could see the terror in his eyes. It was just after he had witnessed the murder. Below the picture in nearly eligible handwriting was a date. December 30 His birthday. Something was going to happen but Taehyung didn't know what. He ignored it, but as the days flew by the sick feeling of paranoia and anticipation churned within him. He continued to go to the church daily but no one seemed to ever show at the early hour. He didn't know if he wanted to be alone or if he wanted someone's presence to fill the void around him. Taehyung sat there in silence, never really paying attention to his surroundings..... Until he met Linda. "Excuse me." He heard a soft voice from behind himself. "Is this seat taken?" Taehyung looked up at an elderly women. "No." He shook his head and scooted over slightly to give her more room. "I can't help but notice you're so young and you're so prayerful. I've seen you here early for the past few weeks." She praised. Taehyung laughed at her slightly and shook his head. "I wouldn't call it prayerful."

He had a bone to pick with God, that's why he was there. "I'm Linda." She extended a shaky hand. Taehyung assumed she was shaking because she was so old. She had a cane with her from what he could tell. "Taehyung," He smiled and gently shook his head. "It's very nice to meet you." She said in her soft little accent. Linda joined him a few times a week which was nice but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to be alone. He enjoyed her company, without a doubt, but he found himself yearning for loneliness to return. He was better off alone, and he knew it. · · • • • ✤ • • • · · It was a week until Taehyung's birthday and he was more miserable than ever. He felt like he was running out of time to figure everything out. "Are you alright?" Linda asked him one morning. "Yeah why wouldn't I be?" The blondie gulped back the lie. "You seem stressed." She commented quietly. "I'm just.... I turn eighteen in a few days." Taehyung stuttered awkwardly. "I have a really bad feeling about it that's all." "What could wrong? It's just a number, no reason to fret." She patted his knee in assurance. "Everything could go wrong." Taehyung mumbled back. Jungkook could f*****g do something or his parents could just rain on his f*****g parade when he told them about his plans to go to California. "You are probably just over thinking it." She said lightheartedly. He wasn't overthinking it, s**t was going to go down. "But I'm not, I promise you I'm not." Taehyung started tapping his foot in a violent manner. "Calm down, everything will be fine." "No, it won't." "Why won't it be?" "Because he is going to ruin me." "Who?" She asked in bewilderment. Should Taehyung tell her and possibly endanger her just so he could vent? Or should he just leave. "It's nothing." He left so abruptly, he forgot to say goodbye. The boy almost felt guilty for leaving her sitting there all alone. He was nearly halfway home when he found himself turning around to go back and apologize. Taehyung climbed the steep steps once again and he creek opened the door slightly. He felt his stomach sink as he let his brain take in the scene. The monstrosity himself was sitting next to Linda. She was just a poor old lady, she didn't deserve to meet her maker just yet. She had been so kind to Taehyung the past few days he couldn't bear to see her die too. Taehyung slowly got closer as he tried to come up with a plan. He was in hearing range now, there low mumbles were now coherent fragments. "What else did he say?"