taehyung smiled at his mother, who patted his head and gave him a little pinch on his flushed cheek.

"be safe, it's dark outside." his mother told him sternly, she was struggling to stand on two feet, they were covered in bruises.

taehyung nodded, pretending not to notice her slight limp and weak smile.

"bye ma."

as soon as the door closed, the boy let his little happy facade loose, he gritted his teeth, his nails dug into his palm, to say he was furious was an understatement.

he knew what was happening, he saw it all. yet his mother, still, defended him.

"i'm his only source of release." she would say, her eyes devoid of any emotion, her hands trembling.

taehyung never truly felt hate until then. his father was disgusting.

his feet were walking but his mind was somewhere else, somewhere red, misted with anger, murder.

taehyung's father was the problem.

what if he were gone.

wouldn't that be better?

he halted in his tracks, he shook his head, he wasn't in the right mind. not at all. he couldn't see yoongi like this.

instead of walking to his friend's house he walked to the park, his hands shovelled into his jean pockets, he bit his lip, shoving horrid thoughts to the back of his head, he focused on an empty set of swings, it swung back and forth gently as the wind gave it a soft push.

his eyes moved as the swing did, for a couple of minutes he wasn't thinking about anything.

kill him. end it. eliminate the problem, isn't that how it's solved?

taehyung breathing became more ragged, he could envision it, no one had to know, not even his mother needed to know.

his mind kept pressing points like such, his hands wrapped around his father's throat, his pulse dying out.

taehyung could feel it, it was driving him to the peak of insanity. he didn't want to think like this, but more of these thoughts kept rising to the surface the more he tried to oppress them.

he couldn't talk to anyone. they'd call him a psychopath.

his eyes brimmed with tears, it stung, it hurt so much.

"help." he whispered, his voice thick with sadness.

"help, please." he pleased looking up at the navy sky that hung above him, the starless sky only adding to his feeling of hopelessness.

taehyung had become afraid of himself, afraid of his constantly spiralling mind.

help.

000

"jungkook where are you going this late at night?"

jungkook gave his mother a sheepish smile, he scratched the back of nape.

"another dream?" his mother asked, he voice a little more gentle.

he nodded, he found himself struggling to speak.

his mother stared at her son with an unreadable expression, she nods.

"go, just don't be too late." she told him.

jungkook replied with a curt 'yes,' and walked out of the house wordlessly.
he didn't know exactly where to look, but the boy had this feeling taehyung was near, the people in his dreams were always nearby.

that was the worst part, jungkook would encounter them at least once before their fate would greet them.

it was like god was teasing him, showing him their crude ending but also having him see them in their ordinary routines before then.

it would be easier seeing them dead, jungkook thought.

that way he wouldn't think about their families and friends, the people who loved them. all that disappointment burdened on jungkook's shoulders.

he has seen his own father's fate, but he was too young to know what his dreams had meant at that time.

it was the first time he saw a fate of another, the fate of someone he loved so dearly.

he could remember the anxiousness he felt.

everything felt strikingly real, every scene, every action, every smile, every word from that dream was played out.

could one call it a dream? it was a nightmare.

"just stay outside in the yard, jungkookie, i'll be right back okay?"

jungkook nodded his head of raven hair bouncing as he did so, his father smiled at him warmly and ruffled his hair.

the boy closed his eyes. praying that what he had seen wasn't true.

he watched his father's workplace go up in flames, he heard the screeching the painful cries of the innocent lives that were taken.

it was his fault.

jungkook blew out a breath, it turned into a white fog, it was cold and bleak. the boy felt extremely anxious, his eyes panning around the area, he couldn't sense a single soul out here.

the male started to walk towards a set of swings, he halted his movement, eyes widening as he spots a small figure sitting on a nearby bench.

he held his head in his hands, he had a hood over his head-

jungkook walked towards the figure without any hesitation, his heart slightly pained as he inched closer, hearing the quiet whimpers emit from the boy.

he bit his lip mustering up any felt courage of his, he hoped, he prayed, that he was who he thought he was.

"taehyung?"

the boy looked up at jungkook, with doe wide eyes, his cheeks flushed a rosy hue, he hiccuped.

jungkook was taken aback he stared at the beautiful boy and offered him a kind smile.

"it's okay, it'll all be okay." he softly spoke.

taehyung didn't know why but at that time he had feel the most comforted in a while. all those terrible thoughts seemed to dissipate.

the stranger's smile was one that could warm a cold soul.