From the moment of your confession, until the time we stood in front of the place they took you, time had covered hours. It was way past your newly set curfew, the deep nightly darkness had hugged the sky already. We were hugging each other, I was patting your back, suppressing the confession I should have made. It was my fault you were taken away. But it was all my pride, because it was my first step to rescue you, Taehyung.
"They will find me," you said as you held tighter onto me, "And they will make me pay."
I would make sure they wouldn't.
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drought • taehyung
Fanfictiondrought; /draʊt/ "a prolonged absence of something specific." -don't let your sorrow root, taehyung. there is no sorrow because i don't feel- (short format, sensitive content)
