Fear ll KTH ll [YANDERE ] 18+

Chapter-17

⚠️ This chapter contains 21+ violence/Gore. Be careful before reading, you've been warned

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"How was your birthday, and how's your mother?". Yooha asked Taehyung, who had come back to Seoul this morning, with jungkook. He was in yooha's school because he didn't want to go to his school, he wasn't just in the mood. Yooha narrowed his brows looking at Taehyung who was silently looking down while thinking about the morning incident between jungkook and his mother. He had heard conversation between them about him and Jieun agreed that he was really not like normal kids. Maybe she was right because he wasn't as good in understanding his feelings, he wasn't as expert to control himself and his actions.

He wasn't even able to understand why he was so anxious about Jungkook and his mother. Maybe it was his overthinking, his anxiety or maybe his possessiveness with Jieun that he can't bear any man around her especially whom he feels uneasy about, he wasn't even able to understand what he thinks wrong about jungkook.

He has grown seeing Jungkook taking care of him but he was always not open like his other hyungs. He was so confused about his own doubts, he was always so confused to understand his own feelings, it was always damn difficult for him to explain and understand his own emotions and feelings, it wasn't easy for him to explain what he feels and how he feels and it was always so irritating for him, like so much.

"Do you think I'm sick? Do you think I need treatment?" Yooha was taken aback when Taehyung suddenly posed the questions. Taehyung's slow and hesitant tone and downward gaze gave way to a nervousness that Yooha couldn't ignore. As Taehyung shifted his gaze towards Yooha with a sense of calm, yet inquisitive eyes, Yooha found himself at a loss of words. He was unsure of how to respond truthfully without causing offense or fear.

The slight raise of Taehyung's brow and his subtle head tilt made him even more nervous. Yooha averted his gaze before looking down, grappling with the weight of Taehyung's question. After a moment of internal struggle, Yooha mustered the courage and spoke slowly trying best not to hurt taehyung in any way. "I don't know much about you, but if it's about your addiction then...".

The pause in Yooha's response made Taehyung's expectant gaze bore into him with calmness and curiosity emanating from his eyes. Finally, Yooha gathered his thoughts and gently spoke, meeting his eyes with Taehyung's calm eyes. "You definitely need help, it's dangerous for you." There was silence between them as Taehyung kept staring at Yooha with the same expressions making him uncomfortable but that silence broke with the light chuckle of Taehyung.

"You're in the list too". Taehyung said slowly before brushing Yooha's soft curly hairs with his forefinger but yooha was confused by his words and asked. "What do you mean?". With a heavy sigh, Taehyung leaned back resting his arms on the bench's headrest as his fingers tapped on the cold surface. "My neighbors, my classmates, my family members and even my mom and now you too, you all think I'm the problem".

The ache in his heart stemmed from the constant labeling of being "weird" and "creepy," he was a loner in a world but still bear people's judgment but no one  understands, everyone just judge him, he bear taunts for even living. Amidst the loneliness of being misunderstood, he grappled with the profound realization that it was the external forces of taunts, judgments, and discrimination that made him like that, he became lonely and people still blame him. No one accept him, everyone just see his flaws, they hate his flaws when it was them who made him flawed. It was a world for him where acceptance seemed a distant dream to him. 

"You don't know why I am like this, do you? I feel numb when I consume drugs, it's like a medicine to me, I'll die without it, I can't sleep if I don't do it, i know one day it will be end of me but that's what keep me going and right now, these days, i feel like taking it all day and night, i want to keep my mind and body numb, otherwise this overthinking will kill me and i f*cking feels like killing myself". He let out all while looking at the sky, lots of thoughts were running inside his head and from the beginning, self harm was like an escape for him from relentless mental anguish.