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Episode 6

Right then it occurred to Taehyung that he was carrying a heavy burden on his heart. Everything was overkill. He was beyond stressed and he was beyond upset. He was steadily driving himself to the brink of insanity. It had been months and Taehyung still had not forgotten. If he hadn't forgotten by now he didn't think he would ever.

Taehyung desperately wanted to escape this hell he was living inside his own head. It was all because of the guilt that seemed to chip away at his heart. It was devouring him like he was a meal. He needed an escape and thankfully his guitar gave him a piece of his sanity back for a limited amount of minutes.

My sleep was stolen, I'm searching for thieves. These memories in my head So vivid to see. I can't find no peace. I can't find no peace. But when I close my eyes I feel it all again. I can't find no peace....

Taehyung sang the lyrics softly to the tune his fingers had created. He was not the best singer in the world, but he wasn't the worst. He sang for his own enjoyment, not for anyone else's. It was just a recreational hobby. Taehyung hummed a little because he had forgotten the words’ and fumbled on the rest of the tune. He finally just gave up on it all together. He put his guitar on the stand inside and settled back on the cushioned ledge.

Taehyung looked down at the street and he saw him.

The face he could never forget was staring right in his direction, a drag hanging from his lips, which held a crooked grin. Taehyung's heart stopped beating.

Everything inside him slammed shut like a textbook. He removed himself from the ledge and immediately closed the windows, making sure they were locked.

The blondie leaned on his desk chair trying to steady himself as the murderer's voice replayed in his mind.

I'm going to make you fall in love with me.

What did he mean? What the hell did that mean? Taehyung was basically gasping for air just thinking about it. He needed help, and a lot of it.

"Son." Mrs. Kim knocked on the door.

"Yeah." The blondie whispered.

"You're father and I are going out. Can we trust you alone?" She asked as he cracked open the door.

"Yeah mom, I'll be good." Don't leave please. "I left money on the counter so you can order something to eat." She said monotonously "Where are you going?" Taehyung leaned against the door frame. "A charity dinner for your father's work." She seemed exhausted. "See you later." He mumbled when she turned and started to walk down the hall. "Actually, wait." Taehyung called after her. "I was wondering if I could go home and visit my friends over Christmas break." "Absolutely not." She almost scolded him. "Christmas time is family time. Sofia will be home from boarding school and your brother is coming to visit from college." "But mom—" He felt big fat tears welling in his eyes. "No is no, Taehyung!" She exclaimed. And for some reason, Taehyung didn't know why he fell to his knees bawling. It could have been the murder hanging over his head or the fact that he hated this place so much. In fact he truly missed his friends. He needed to go back and reroute himself. He needed to go home to get the old him back. "I hate this place!" Taehyung cried out, his bottom lip quivering. "I hate it here! I miss my friends!" His mother’s eyes widened in horror as she stared at his son's crumpled state on the floor. "I can't take being here any longer!" The blondie hiccupped. "This place, it's suffocating me." "I need someone besides you guys. I know that might be hard to believe but I can't mentally or physically take being cooped up any longer." Taehyung couldn't take the fact that someone was stalking hin or the fact that he saw a guy get killed. It was all too mentally burdening. "I didn't know you felt that way." She said, surprising him. Taehyung looked up at her. "Oh, you knew!" He said menacingly. "You did it only to spite me! "No, honey." She said forcefully. "We did not. We did this to provide for you." "Well, you are slowly letting me sink into my own grave." Taehyung's hands were trembling, his eyes were tearing, and his foot was tapping on the floor in aggressive manner as he tried to get his head together. "I think you need to go for a walk." Mrs. Kim yanked him off the floor and ushered him towards the stairs. The blondie stopped mid-step, and remembered catching the gaze of those coffee colored eyes only moments ago. "No." Taehyung nearly whined. "Son." She began. "You need to get some air. We can discuss visiting your friends later." Mrs. Kim seemed genuine and his son thought she was slightly terrified by his mental breakdown. "Okay." Taehyung didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her if he left the house he would be in danger. She handed him a trench coat and sent him on his way. The door was slammed on him before he could even turn around and grab an umbrella. Taehyung sighed. He would be caught in the rain, again. He shivered just at the thought. The clouds began to roll in, obscuring the last rays of sunlight. People began scampering off the streets. It was like the night had an effect on everyone. Everyone locked themselves in their homes, it was like they were scared. Taehyung continued his walk towards the middle of town, he made sure to avoid the alleys at all costs. He even walked on the curb side of the pavement, just to distance himself . It didn't help, he was still terrified.