🚨⚠️🚨TW: MENTIONS OF MENTAL DISORDERS, SPECIFICALLY SCHIZOPHRENIA
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"They're not tattoos"
𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙗𝙮 -𝙎𝙐𝙂𝙄𝙈𝘼
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Dori blasted music in her silver headphones. Her eyes were closed as she laid on the huge leather couch in the living room. She wore a sports bra, biker shorts, and her eyepatch. After the party her injured eye had been throbbing, so she kept her eyepatch on.
Tyler, the Creator played loudly in her ears. Everything was completely quiet in the Royal Estate, her breathing and faint music acting as background noise.
Taehyung opened the door to the house, dropping his things as he walked by. His long sleeve shirt stuck to his muscles as did his black pants.
His nose twitch, multiple foreign scents making his nose irritated. As he kept walking, more hit his nostrils. He knew Dori would have a party, she did almost every time he left.
He got more annoyed as he saw her on the couch. He grabbed her by the throat, getting no response. "I told you not to fuck up the house and you disobey me."
She quickly grabbed her switchblade from her bra, putting it to his neck. "Taehyung let go of me." The male was satisfied he got a reaction from her, "make me."
Dori pushed the knife deeper, drawing blood from his neck, "I said let fucking go."
She didn't move from her position nor turn off her music. Taehyung let go, sitting on the other end of the couch. His neck healed quickly, "why do you smell like roasted pecans?"
Dori glanced up, "why do you smell like sweat and ass. Stop asking unnecessary questions."
Taehyung's eye twitched, he glared at his mate, "Just answer the fucking question." Dori rolled her eyes, loudly sighing. "I hooked up with our mate a couple of days ago at a party. Happy now."
She went back to scrolling on her phone, Taehyung quickly snatched it. She yelled, reaching for her device. "You are not going to speed past what you just said! You met who!"
Dori sat back down, rubbing her temples, "I swear you give me migraines Tae. Why can't you just shut the fuck up." He rolled his eyes, "same here now answer my question."
"Ok, whatever. A couple of days ago I threw a party-"
"Even though I told you not to."
"Yes now shh! A met him at the party. His name is Jungkook and he's a choreographer. He's a male omega. A 10/10 babe"
"Do you have his number?"
"Of course I do Taehyung, why wouldn't I." Dori walked to the kitchen, grabbing an apple.
