Authors note**

This is Taehyung's POV after he and Namjoon had fought I might be making another part but that is still debatable at the moment. If y'all would want that let me know in the comments below. 

Silent whispers trailed against his skin, creeping over him. The false sense of security they gave him was alarming. Shouldn't he be facing his problems head on? Not repeating those same words over and over again?  The nightmares would fade eventually, but the looks would never go away. 

Everyone would know, somehow they always knew. It was ridiculous how fake society could act. Nice to your face but kicking you out without a single hesitation. Friends, family, strangers, no one cared. Reasons no longer had any hold over ones actions. He was a ruthless murderer, killing people in cold blood. Forget the fact that he was protecting someone he loved, forget that HE abused them first. No all that mattered was that Taehyung had killed him. Stabbed him multiple times to stop the horrible screaming that would wake him up. Causing him to panic the room shrinking around seemingly swallowing him up.
The darkness he knew he could deal with that. It was the silence that he couldn't take. He was always trying to fight it. The silence of his cell was suffocating. He could hear the ocansional scuffle from cells further in the block. The metal frame of his bed chimed as his fingers sought out a familiar tune.
He had spent hours laboring over it with his hyung. He reminisces over the feeling of leather and the smell of cigarettes. He always hated that his hyung had that habit. He lets himself drift of into those precious memories. That studio had been there safe haven. Namjoon hyung had saved up a fortune in order to rent that studio. It was their escape. Away from the world and its terrible sins. Just the two of them.
Taehyung wished it would return that way.  He knew it would never happen, his hyung didn't realize but he knew the stares had changed. From looks of admiration and hope, to looks of disgust and fear.
Taehyung's voice was unsteady as he prepared his voice to sing. The rustle from the cells around him was evident. They all loved to listen when he sang. They didn't judge here.
"I’ve been hiding it
I tell you something
Just to leave it buried
Now I can’t endure it anymore
Why couldn’t I say it then
I have been hurting anyway
Really I won’t be able to endure it
Now cry
It’s only that I’m very sorry towards you
Again, cry because I couldn’t protect you

Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper
Like pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverse
Deeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day
(You) who was punished in my stead,
You who were only delicate and fragile

Stop crying, tell me something
Try saying to me, who had no courage
Why did you do that to me then
I’m sorry

Forget it,
what right do I have
To tell you to do this, or that

Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper
Like pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverse
Deeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day
(You) who was punished in my stead,
You who were only delicate and fragile

I’m sorry I’m sorry
I’m sorry ma brother
Even if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erased
Are you calling me a sinner
What more do I have to say

I’m sorry I’m sorry
I’m sorry ma sister
Even if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erased
So cry
Please dry my eyes

That light, that light, please illuminate my sins
Where I can’t turn back the red blood is flowing down
Deeper, I feel like dying every day
Please let me be punished
Please forgive me for my sins
Please"
Satisfied sighs echoed through the hall.