love.

Min walked in behind me. "So unfortunate, is it not? Poor Taehyung was so distraught that he couldn't have you that he decided to commit suicide..."

"You fucking killed him!"

"No... he cut off his own hand."

"You killed him!"

Min put a cloth over my mouth. "Now, now. Be quiet, be quiet..."

I fought against him, but I slowly found myself succumbing to sleep. And I laid in his arms, listening to his gentle reassurances as I fell asleep.

•••

He had put chloroform on the cloth and injected morphine into my arm, so for the longest time, I thought Tae had actually killed himself. Min made me believe it. I believed it. Jin believed us both. And within time, I had found myself under more influence, like drugs (illegal and over the counter alike), alcohol, more morphine, and sweet talking.

Min would come into my room in the middle of the night, starting not too long after Tae's death. I would be crying because I felt that his death was all my fault, and Min would cuddle me close, whispering sweet and reassuring words to me as he held my head and rubbed my back, telling me that it was okay and that he was in a better place.

Then, he would sing to me. I was being told that nothing was my fault, and that I was in my home. I slowly began to forget what my real home was, that my brother even existed, and that Min—no, Yoongi—had even hurt me or killed Tae. The past didn't matter because he had drugged me up so badly. I forgot everything. There was only Min Yoongi in my life now.

And slowly... I began to fall in love.