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#18 Taehyung's Alter Ego

V's Route

"O-okay," I say. I stumble again. He catches me. He takes my keys and unlocks the door. He helps me over to my couch.

"You okay for a moment?" I nod. He walks back over to shut the front door and comes to sit back down with me.

"H-have you seen Namjoon today?" I ask.

"No, not since yesterday afternoon... Why?"

"Oh... Don't call me crazy, but I think he's been kidnapped."

"Kidnapped? His girlfriend would've contacted us by now if he was missing."

"that's the thing, I think it was his girlfriend who kidnapped him..." He sat there, thinking.

"I've always had suspicions about her. I'll keep an eye out for Namjoon hyung from now on. Thanks for letting me know."

"Tae, can I tell you something?"

"what's up?"

"A few days ago... I went to a party."

"What a confession... I'm shocked (y/n), really." he said with a snicker.

"No, but I drank a whole heap... And-"

"And?"

"I sorta slept with him..."

"A ONE-NIGHTER WITH THE ONE AND ONLY RM!? How was it!? Is he good?!"

"TAEHYUNG!!"

"What?? I'm just asking..."

"The point is... His girlfr- My best friend is the sole reason I was hospitalised."

"She...did this??" he gestured to one of the bruises on my arm.

"y-yea."

"Oh my God (y/n), how could he date such a monst- AND THAT'S WHY YOU THINK HE'S BEEN KIDNAPPED!?" I nodded.

"He won't respond to any text- she's got his phone."

"I need to find him. So where did she hurt you?"

"She tricked me," I give him my phone so he can see the messages.

"I'm so sorry (y/n)..."

"She kicked the crap out of me." After that I broke down in tears.

"(y/n), we're gonna save him. He's my hyung, I can't not save him."

"Are you sure? We don't even know if he's been kidnapped."

"Like I said, I'll keep an eye out." he rested his hand on my back, in a reassuring manner.

"Thanks Tae. It really means a lot."

"Don't mention it... Is there anything else I can do? I need to make sure you're okay," he smiled.

"I'm craving pocky?" I laughed as I said it, "You'd have to go to the convenience store to get it, but I'd really appreci-"

"Say no more, noona. Back soon." He rushed out the door.

"Strawberry ones!" I called out after him. Gosh, what a character. His smile was so bright, so radiant. He looks so happy, so untouched by society. Just like Hyungteo. And here I am drowning in anxiety. I could get used to having him around. Even if just as a friend. I lay back on the sofa. I just need a nap. I let my slumber overtake my body.

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Words. Scripted words on a chalkboard. Italicised.

'My scene was not specifically this or that, but consisted of having shaken hands with the devil. The devil held me in his clutches, the enemy was behind me.'

The next scene in my nightmare consisted of blood splatters, and screams, and was apparently severe enough for me to cry in my sleep.
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"(y/n)! Wake up!" I woke up to the black haired male rocking my shoulders. I sat up immediately, drying my eyes. Tae had a worried look in his eyes. He pulled out two boxes of strawberry pocky. This boy was amazing. "I got Soju too." No, this boy was perfect.

*Multiple drinks later*

"So since then, Hyungteo has been shit scared of kimchi. He won't help cook it, he won't eat it and you won't find him within a fifty-four foot radius of it. " He laughed. He was actually really funny... And cute. Especially with that pocky... Maybe that was the alcohol talking.

"Tae can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

" I like you Taehyung, I like you a lot."

"I'm sorry, but I'd rather have the sober (y/n) like me more."

"but she does like you..."

"Does she know that yet?"

"No but I'll be sure to tell her." He smiled. I smiled back.

"Who likes me more? Sober ( y/n), or drunk (y/n)?"

"Sober (y/n) has love for you. Drunk (y/n) only has lust for you."

"Well I'm sure this will satisfy you." He leant over and kissed me. A lustful kiss. It felt different, disappointing almost. It lacked something. Love.

"Does Taehyung love me?"

"I don't know.... Drunk Tae isn't capable of love, only lust. You'll have to ask him when we're both sober."

"Oh okay." the next thing I remember was blacking out.

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I opened my eyes to see a door. I stood up and opened it. I walked into another room just like the last. Except this one was sporting a large painting. It was as if I was in an art gallery all of a sudden. Other artworks appeared, decorating the walls. The scene gave me great dysphoria. I started to feel dizzy, and tired, just like I had moments before in the real world. I then realised that I was in my dream. If I was self-aware I knew nothing could hurt me. I started to walk around. I found a large steel door. I opened it only to find a box that had been emitting black smoke. I walked over to the room's only window. It was barred up and fixed closed with some type of sharp wire. The smoke had a familiar smell. Not like smoke, but more like.... Perfume? It was exactly what I used. I peered out the window. I was at least 18 storeys up in a building. I felt eyes watching me. I spun around to find a man. Black hoodie, jeans and shoes. His hands were in his pockets. He had been seen in some previous dreams, dreams I had as a child. I needed to know who he was.

"W-who are you?" he took two steps towards me. My heart started to race.

"That isn't the question that needs answered."

"Then what is?"

"Why can I only enter some of your dreams (y/n), I used to have full access to all of them. Someone is stopping me. Who?"

"How would I know? This dream has less logic than your fashion has sense."

"Ouch. That was a little harsh."

"Your point is?"

"Someone's cast a hex on you (y/n) you need to be careful."

"Okay?"

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I sat up from my bed. I had just had a very vivid dream. The only problem? I couldn't remember it.

A/n
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ne-nighter, violence, lust, and now magic? Hmm...

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