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"haine?"
"taehyung?"
"come with me"
"wait—why are you always pulling me around?!"
"this one's important, just stay still"
taehyung has always been a pushy, cheerful and annoying upperclassman as he would always drag me anywhere he suddenly wants to--but today, when he grabbed my hand something was a little off in his aura.
"sit down"
right now, i found myself sitting in the infirmary while he search for something in the cabinet. when he came back, a couple of antiseptics, ointment and gauge was in his hand.
"wh-what are those for?"
"lift up those long sleeves"
"wh—what?!"
"do you want this the hard way or the easy way? you either lift them up on your own or i will do"
"i—but, why?"
his eyes met mine and i couldn't understand what his eyes wanted to tell me-- i couldn't read him at all.
"your wounds, we need to tend them"
"i—how did you"
"just fucking lift them up"
"y—yes"
why, how come he knows it? how come every-time i need something like this--he would know like he had some kind of telepathy.
"taehyung, just who are you?"
"—i told you the clues right? don't you remember it at all? if you think about it, those words will ring a bell eventually"
