PART 3
部 3
↳ 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠
taehyung
taehyung
taehyung
taehyung
taehyung
TAEHYUNG.
blood speckled alive from the slits of jungkook's delicate skin,
'i'm so sick of thinking of you.'
but the boy disregarded the bits of life leaving him as he tied a few hair ties upon his arms. taking in a sharp inhale as the pain silenced him. sleeves pulled over them. like his shell of a body hiding the choas; pure hell surging his insides.
but even when his sleeves were up, his skin was peeled, and his feelings were placed on a silver platter for taehyung, he simply never even acknowledged them.
did he?