𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 | Vmin

57- 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚

Taehyung was sitting on the center of his bed like a sun melting from the fire set inside of him as every piece of memory from his past he collected throughout was orbiting around him mocking the whiteness he painted himself with from the darkness they all held, splashing the scarlet blood his hands were covered in on the sheet of purity that couldn't hide him from the evil that lives inside of him and kept on haunting him in the faces of the people he hurt and maybe killed 

he let out a frustrated scream pushing his hair back in exasperation as he thinks deeply about what was erased from his head by the universe invading its cruel rules, trying to enter the locked space of his head he wasn't allowed to look into but no matter how hard he tries his hand stay empty as ever with his brain only repeating the recent events and when he had enough from his brain he stood up launching in his room searching every corner to find his true identity 

and even after turning the whole room upside down, he couldn't find anything from his past even every clothes in his closet and accessories were not older than just a year like someone did their best job to hide his ferocious past from him, "fuck, hyung!" he kicks the bean bag receiving a sharp pain in his toe like he didn't kick a bag filled with polyfoam but a stack of woods he hisses in pain kicking it again in rage and again feeling his toe hitting a sharp edge instead  

his brows frowned in perplex as he crouched down checking the bean beg with his hand it felt the same soft from the upper side but from beneath he could feel something hard in it, he ignores it with a long exhausted sigh this wasn't the time to waste on vain things like that but what if something was really hidden in it? he shook his thought cursing himself for being stupid and paranoid  

but when his brain couldn't stop thinking about it dragging his eyes on the bean bag again and again he decided to fill his curiosity and look inside it, at least it was better than sitting here and doing nothing, he sighed deeply standing up walking towards his drawers and coming back with scissors in his hands he started cutting through the fabric making the polyfoam flow out of it, he sighed in annoyance looking at the white small balls falling onto his lap and floor creating a mess but soon his eyes widened in shook when a brown cardboard box sneak out of it 

he licks his lips taking out the box from it, his heartbeat accelerated reading his name written on it in black ink, he doesn't remember hiding anything here so it probably would be from the past maybe he'll finally get to know what everyone is talking about but not telling him, he opened the box giving his lips another lick feeling his throat going dry from nervousness 

the removed cover of the box reveals the black journals with his initials and the year mentioned in gold letters, they were at least ten in amount, the blurry flashbacks that strike his brain makes him knit his brows together as his heart hurls like a bullet shooting at his brain piercing it with sharp pain, he opened the first page and the name written on the first line caught his eyes like an eagle picking up its prey

And once he started reading it he couldn't stop himself from knowing the vicious past even with his heart screaming at him to stop, even with his eyes pouring out the river of begs, he didn't stop and reads the cruelty he committed written with his own hands, form how he ruined the purity of the heaven's angel to how he tortured him in the name of love

He was overflowing from disgust and abhorrence reading the list of odious sins he committed all of his life, his noble heart was ready to abandon his heinous body feeling the loathe for himself filling his insides, all his nightmares were coming true perhaps they weren't just nightmares in the first place they were his life, his reality, his mind abandoned long ago but the shadows of them still haunts him

Because he wasn't the saint who'll get his happy ending after putting end to many people's life and their happiness, how could he live the happy life he daydreams about, he was evil, a devil who deserves to live in hell with his immortal body that burns and turns into ashes, and then resurrect again and kept on repeating it