The Red String Of Fate | tk

Chapter 47: Vignette

The room is so eerily quiet, the only light illuminating was the one above the bed, giving it a cozy look but Taehyung felt so cold.

Taehyung doesn't know why his heart beats to wild in his chest, the coldness brings shivers to his body and he absolutely hates this feeling.

And then he stops halfway inside the room when his eyes follow the source of that beeping sound to the ecg monitor sad he pales, the flowers fall from his hands and his heart stops.

The lines were straight, no ups and down on it whatsoever.

No, no God, please no.

Taehyung runs towards his grandmother's bed. She looks peaceful as ever, only this time, she's not breathing.

"No, no halmeoni, please no." Taehyung leans forward, rests his head on her chest just to hear or feel even a faintest of thud but he doesn't.

It feels like a dream, a fucking nightmare right now.

He holds her wrist, keeps hoping for a pulse. He's shaking so badly that he feels himself falling on the floor along her bed.

"Fuck, no please no!" Taehyung grits his teeth, desperate to just---he doesn't even know because his mind numbs at that moment.

"Halmeoni! Please just---". Taehyung chokes on his words.

He gets up in a haste to call a doctor, rushes towards the door but the door's opened by someone else, someone he slightly remembers bumping into just a few moments ago.

The man just walks inside, followed by two others and they stand guard, one of them keeps the door open.

Taehyung doesn't care, he doesn't care and tries to rush past them to get to the doctor or any one who can help but he's stopped, grabbed by his arm and yanked back.

"No, please let me go. I need to go." Taehyung desperately says, the beeping sound is still so loud in his mind that he feels like he'll go crazy.

It's just deep down he knows what has happened, just doesn't want to admit it.

In any other circumstance, he'd never beg to these bastards.

"Please just---".

"Well won't you look at that. Who knew we'd have Kim Taehyung begging." That voice and the person whom it belongs, Taehyung can never ever forget.

Certainly now that the very monster walks inside the room, his face wearing that ugly look, that ugly smirk and stumbles back.

No. Please let this be a dream. A bad dream but just not real.

"Hello, doll." That monster smiles.

"I see you've met your grandmother. I thought it would be kind to take away all her sufferings and let her rest in peace. She was good for nothing anyways." He has the audacity to smile, to laugh.

Murderer.

"Now be a good doll and say thank you."

Rage fills Taehyung to the brim. The hurt gets channeled into immense rage, angry tears on his cheeks as he lunges forward, doesn't care about the consequences and grabs Hyunjae's collar, his arm raised to deliver the well desired hit he wants, even if it won't make any difference.

But he's stopped, of course he's stopped by two men grabbing him by his arms and pulling him away before he can reach Hyunjae and made to kneel on the floor.

Taehyung thrashes in their hold, trying to get to Hyunjae again but is unable to.

"You fucking bastard! Monster!" Taehyung yells.