Thanks For Hell

Chapter 1

"Namjoon, I'm telling you I will be fine." Taehyung argues with his nagging friend.

"It's fucking dark out there, Taehyung! Let me drop you off at home."Namjoon nags, looking wearily into the seeping night outside.

"I'm not a little kid bro. I walked home from your house plenty of times." Taehyung shoves his house keys in his pocket heading to the front door.

"Yeah, but it wasn't twelve am. And I didn't feel like something bad was gonna happen." Namjoon grabs Taehyung's arm in a pleading way.

"Jesus, I live 14 minutes away. I think I can avoid getting murdered. So stop with your predestined shit."Taehyung softly yanks his arm away before swing the door open.

"But-"Namjoon starts but gets cut off.

"Hyung-I'll call your when I get home ok. Don't follow me and stay in your safe house." Taehyung glares back warningly, before breaking Namjoon's hands away from the door handle and shutting the house door behind him.

    Taehyung briskly walks down the steps of the house. Waiting in anticipation for his friend to declare he is coming with him and reasoning that Taehyung is a piece of shit and can't defend himself. He knows this, but still he stubbornly walks farther away from the house happy that Namjoon never came bursting with his dollar store flashlight out to walk with him.

     The black hair male however started to get anxious the more the walked under the cheap orange city suburb lights. He clutched his hands closer to the pepper spray that dangled on his jacket. There was no fucking way he was going down without a fight. He tried to distract himself by thinking of the one episode of the office where Dwight takes the pepper spray and sprays Roy when he was trying to take out Jim.  Laughing to himself Taehyung puts his mind off edge for a bit.

   Despite the howling summer wind breezing his uncovers arms making him shiver. The cars parked on the street unmoved and silently unsettling. Taehyung decides it is fucking creepy out here no matter what he tries to make out if it. Watching all those crime shows seem to seep into his mind passing the dimly lit alley.

He pauses. Coming face to face with a dark figure standing a few feet ever so still in the alley.

Taehyung's hands grip the pink pepper spray bottle before he dashed away from the scene. Heart jumping down to his feet. What the hell was that?! Taehyung started to regret walking anywhere is the middle of the night with his lanky ass legs.

It didn't help that he could hear himself breath, then he started freaking out more because he payed attention to his breathing do much he forgot how to breath. It was the stupidity of the whole ordeal that made his mind wander a bit.

Taehyung kept checking over his shoulder to see if he would actually die tonight. But it remained quiet with a cool gentle breeze of the summer night. Taehyung looked down at his beaten up and decorated converse and black jeans. He really had to get new shoes, they were practically littered with sharpie.

Hell, he was so bored out of his mind he colored it in like some kindergarten with no self control. It looked shitty, but he took a strange sense of pride in the badly drawn South Korean flag drawn on the shoes front. He stayed up all night drawing the flag, and other doodles and writing,such as flowers and names of his favorite songs.

It was a fond memory during his time in quarantine two years ago in the Covid-19 pandemic. Taehyung always would get reminded of that tough time looking at those beat up converse.

Lost in his thoughts he didn't here the faint sound of someone's footsteps carefully approaching him. He was to busy staring goofily at his shoes.