Cause of Death: Suicide

He glances at the newspaper for the nth time before tearing it into pieces and tossing it into the trashcan. He strolls around the spacious room on his wheelchair before stopping in front of his bed to lie back down. As he falls back onto the bed, he lets out a sigh.

"Taehyung?!" 

His vision gets blurrier and blurrier with every step she took towards him. It was pouring outside, the skies were dark and it was the perfect day to just... leave. He decided to step out of his apartment, taking note of the eviction notice falling from the crevice of the door. He headed out for the night, bruises on his face and a clouded mind that only consisted of her.

Shin Mijoo. The one who ruined his life. The one who made him feel like maybe he wasn't different, maybe he was normal. But he just had to be stupid and naive, and fall for her charms and stupid games that led him to this.

That led him to this. He was clenching his side, watching the pool of blood start to surround him and scatter across the cement. With two strong headlights flashing right through his vision, he could only hear a familiar voice calling out his name. The voice getting louder and louder until—

"Taehyung?!" He glances at none other than Park Jiyeon, the hero who wore no cape.

She envelops him in her arms, shaking his shoulders to keep him conscious until an ambulance rushes to save him. But his eyes start to droop, his heart starting to hurt. She looks at him with worry, concern, and fear. Her eyes were filled with tears as she continues to shake him to his consciousness. 

"Taehyung, don't leave me. I'm your best friend. Don't leave me, keep your eyes open."

But he was never one to keep promises for others, he was only one to keep promises for himself. He slowly shuts his eyes as his unconsciousness starts to take over. But as his vision starts to blur and blackout, all he could hear is the screams and yells of fear and hopelessness that belonged to none other than the hero herself.

There were heroes that truly wore no cape.

No one had to know. Before he grabs his fresh, steaming hot tea there's a knock on the door and he sighs.

"Come in," he says softly and he sees Kim Namjoon enter the room.

"I see you've been recovering quite well, Taehyung-ssi." He emphasizes as Taehyung nods his head.

"All thanks to you, Namjoon-ssi." 

"Are you sure you don't want to go back home? I'm sure your friends and family are worried about you and your safety," he insists. "My work here is done, unless you want to stay here forever, which I don't mind at all."

"I don't," he hesitates, "I don't have any friends or family."

"But Taehyung-ssi," Namjoon starts, "aren't you afraid they'll find out?"

"They won't." He reassures him. "They'll never find out."

"And how can you be so sure?" Taehyung only looks at Namjoon dead straight in the eye. 

He smirks, eyeing at Namjoon's rich articles of clothing and at the luxurious room he was recovering in for almost 6 months since the car accident; the attempted suicide. Who was he to let all of this go? This was all an opportunity for him.

And just like what he lives by; he was never one to keep promises for others, but only for himself.

"The Taehyung they know is gone. He's dead."