Through the Glass k.th [HYYH pt.1]

18

"There's a crime, but no criminal. Does it even make sense? There's a huge gap between a person who doesn't talk and a person who lives. Who will take my hand?"

~What The Hell-B.A.P

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Jimin made Taehyung sit down, basically just pulling him to the ground. "Tae, calm down. Don't cry, Tae, nothing's wrong, you're okay."

No, everything's wrong, nothing's okay, why can't you see that? Taehyung sniffled and hid his face behind his hands. He didn't want anyone to see him cry like this, he didn't want Hana to see him cry like this. Not when this would be the last time she'd see him.

He felt hands grab his hands, not trying to pull them away from his face, but just gently rubbing the back of his hands. He peeked and saw Hana looking back at him, continuing to rub his hands. She looked sad, and mouthed, "What's wrong?"

I can't tell you. I can't tell you. You'd be scared of me, I don't want you to look at me and see blood. Taehyung leaned back away from her, shaking his head. Talking about it scared him too much anyway.

"Jimin, do you know what he's upset about?" Jungkook asked in a whisper.

Don't tell Jungkook! I'm not crazy, I'm not I just... Taehyung involuntarily shivered. He was scared. Scared of the police, scared of the doctors, scared that he'd never see anyone ever again.

The door to the roof opened, and an officer was standing there. Taehyung bit his lip hard, blinking back more tears.

"I'm going to have to ask you kids to come downstairs." The policeman said, his voice gruff.

Jimin gripped Taehyung's shoulders tighter. "What? Why? What happened?"

Taehyung had forgotten. Jimin knew. Jimin knew absolutely where Taehyung had come from, what he'd done to his Appa. Did that mean that he'd defend him? That he wouldn't let them take him away? Taehyung looked back at Jimin, he looked upset. Do you want me to stay...?

"That's none of your concern, down the stairs. Now." The officer said pointing to the stairs.

Jimin cursed the officer under his breath but got up anyway, pulling Taehyung up with him. He wanted to stay there, but Jimin just pulled him toward the stairs. Please, not there, please, I don't want to go back. Taehyung stuffed the charm Hana had given him in his pocket, just in case they tried to take it from him.

Taehyung wished there was a way to run away. He was good at running away, but he couldn't run away from these people, not on a roof, where was there to go?

The policeman led them all downstairs, following then as they filed down. Taehyung felt sick. He didn't want to sit in the back of a police car again, didn't want to have to stare out at the rest of the world for the last time again. Not like this, not after meeting people he'd actually miss.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, The police chief stood, arms crossed over his chest, next to him was Jae-hwa, vividly speaking, her eyes wide with fake innocence and her voice choked with fake tears.

"...I don't feel safe, Officer! He's just out roaming around, I thought you'd make sure he couldn't hurt me anymore?" Jae-hwa said, he voice an octave higher then it normally was.

"Which is why he should be put away in a hospital, or a prison." The chief said, then came forward and grabbed Taehyung hard by the arm. "I don't know how you got out, but we're sending you back."