The banging on the door keeps Taehyung awake for every night he spends in that godforsaken room.
One
Two
Three
Then it stops.
One
Two
Three
Taehyung covers his ears in frantic, shivers in his spine down to his cold feet.
His eyes quickly shut in an anticipation of the worst.
Let it end.
He begs to no one.
Let it fucking end.
As his tears escape, lips tremble in anxiety, another series of loud banging tick the raging emotions inside of him.
No more.
"FUCKING STOP!"
His voice booms in the darkness of the night, eerie silence crawls in his skin.
He waits, heart beating loud and clear as he stares at the door a couple of steps away from his bed.
He waits.
Finally, it stops.
His erratic breathing is the only sound in his silence, the only sound of the living in a room full of dead.
"Thank fuck... thank fuck!"
His tears begin to damp his terrified face as he laughs in celebration for his win.
Win against his hallucinations that keep him wide awake.
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Oneshots | KOOKV
FanfictionStories created by my shitty mind. Be warned. It's oneshot but it's not really oneshot. Do you get me? No? Okay bye. Sometimes, I write shit that comes to mind too. Not really stories, more like an open journal of my fucked up mind. WARNING: Read a...
