Taehyung turned to the person who had occupied the next to his. His eyes store blankly into hers, he recognized her. But how? It was like how he first felt when he heard Yoojung, a sense of recognisation yet he avoided and shut away everthing he felt.

Before he could turn away and ignore what had happened she spoke, "Taehyung?".

He winced at the thought of somebody other than Yoojung saying his name, yet he felt the need to see this familiar stranger again. His mind were pointing all signs to continue this 'conversation' going but Taehyung was still oblivious to himself. The bus came to a stop, he gave her one last look before getting off the coach. This wasn't his stop -it was far from his stop but he needed get away from her. From reality.

It was 6 maybe 7 pm and there stood Taehyung in the dark, trying to contain everything in. The had bus finally left, meaning she was gone. It was same for them to come out again. 

"Hyung." A sob choked out of him as began tearing at his hair, "I don't know what's real and what isn't real." More wails struck out from his mouth, why wasn't his hyung speaking back to him anymore? What was hapening to him?

Taehyung advanced to the nearest building, which was only a few metres away. He immediately begun to punch the hard, brick walls. Taehyung's knuckles scraped along side the brittle surface of the bricks, it felt good. All his problems faded away, he could finally hear his brothers again. 

"Hyung? Is this what happiness feels like?" Taehyung looked to his left, there was only empty space next to him. Taehyung saw things other people didn't.