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[Content Warning: Schizophrenia & Illusion ]

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'Take a deep breath.'

'One. Two. Three. Four...'

'Don't look at him. He will be gone in just a few seconds. Just don't.'

Taehyung shuddered, the hand around his wrist tightening even more as he tried to not look at the man infront of him.

"Taetae please look at me!", a soft beg. A smooth voice.

Seokjin's voice.

It felt so real. Like those days...

When was the last time he had felt Seokjin's presence this vividly?

3 years? Or has it been 4 and a half?

Back then, he could feel Seokjin's lips softly on his own as soon as he started giggling; he used to shiver at the way Seokjin pressed his crooked fingers along his spine; he could hear the sweet praises murmured against his ear in his half asleep state.

But it has been a while since Seokjin has felt so much-

"Y-you're not real.", Taehyung muttered, reminded himself.

"No Taetae!", there was so much hurt in that voice, so many regrets.

Taehyung gasped as two pair of hands engulfed his face, warm an tender.

So fucking real that it hurt.

"I know you're not real. Everyone knows it's all in my head. You're just in my head."

'And you refuse to leave.'

"Listen to me, Taetae please! They lied. They all lied to you. They lied to me too and I was an idiot to believe that it was all for your well-being.", tears spilled out of those brown eyes. So vivid.

Taehyung's fingers aimed for the teardrops even before his mind could stop him. Seokjin's tears. After so many years!

"I don't understand...", he said with all of his honesty, the corners of his lips tugging downwards.

"I dream all the time. I see you when I'm sleeping, I hear you when I'm awake. I feel you everywhere."

"But never like th-those days! Never like this...", he leaned up, just a bit so that his eager lips can touch Seokjin's trembling ones.

'One. Two. Three...', he waited breathlessly, for someone to tap on his shoulder and ask him why he was acting weird in the middle of a crowded footpath and tell him that there's nobody infront of him right now.

But it didn't happen. Seokjin's lips moved against his instead, just a small movement.

Taehyung whined, his voice cracking up as he clutched at the man's collars.

"Who are you. Please tell me! Are you my Jin or my imagination. Are you going to stay or are you going to leave me again. Please don't hurt me. Please let me live. Please I'm so tired!"

"Give me a chance to explain everything. Give me a chance to make it up to you, baby. Please trust me once more. Just one more time.", Seokjin intertwined his fingers with Taehyung's hair and he was too weak for that feeling to not give in.

"J-Jinah...", he whimpered, burrowing against Seokjin's chest as he heaved and gasped, smiling weakly as he could still feel the man against him even after counting from one to ten.

"You're finally here..."

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Moodboard By: all_bangtan_feels