🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

15. The Truth Untold

💜🖤: I want to but I can't. I make wish but at the same time I'm scared. So I wear that stupid mask and go to see you again; in the garden where I saw you picking the blue flower💜🖤

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That was...

A weird dream.

With his eyes fixed at the ceiling, Taehyung kept thinking about the vivid flashes lingering in his vision.

There was a white beast sitting at the base of a throne decorated with vintage newspaper and red thorny roses. Atop of that throne was a lady clad in a black gown, aristocratic and mighty, taming the inevitable beast with the delicate fingers of her hands, whispering sweet words.

What made him think deeply about it was the point of view. At times he was observing the whole act and sometimes he was the beast himself. He felt like he knew the woman as if they had a bond like flower and honeybee, but he couldn't see her face clearly. Though it was blurred, it still felt like home.

It smelt like....

He looked at the empty spot beside him and let out a small sigh. There was still time for him to get ready for school. After what happened last night at that particular place, he didn't want to drag his feet there again to face those monsters who misused his trust for their own envy and pleasure. He felt extremely stupid for not listening to her words.

He cringed so bad, his back arched.

Disgusting.

Taehyung then remembered something other than the traumatic event and laid there for a couple of minutes thinking. In every aspect of his life he had to become self depended from a very young age. When kids are supposed to have fun and go out partying, he had to take over the responsibilities of a household. And living alone made it even worse. Among billions of people on the world he only has his big brother who faced the same tragedy as him so it's unfair for him to expect comfort and love from his side just because he is the elder one. Everyone has their own way of dealing with grief and Taehyung wasn't any exception. Though there was this slight feeling of pride for having a grown up mentality, it was exhausting for him to carry that all the time on his young eighteen years old shoulder. His mind is used to the occupancy of life problems but last night for that brief span of time, he was able to go blank. By giving away hundred percent control, he was able to put his mind on a much deserving rest. Just for once he didn't have to think anything or worry about what was going to happen; provided he had put his complete trust on her and that's why, despite of the total submission of power, he felt free.

Last night, he felt loved.

A deep shade of blush crept up his cheeks as the sweet smell of something from the kitchen filled his lungs. Curling up like a ball, he smiled stupidly and with a jerk, sat up on the bed stretching himself.

Damn, there is not a single piece of clothing on him.

As if meteors are going to hit earth, he grabbed his garments and rushed towards the washroom. While brushing his teeth, he looked at the bruises covering his skin like a work of art.

He felt beautiful. He smiled again.

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At this point, nothing could surprise Sun.

How does one survive on fast food and fruits?

No wonder he has such a beautiful skin AND pimples in a whole package.

After a long search, she had found a cough inducing dusty packet of dry porridge on some unreachable shelf in the kitchen. She was saturated from last night, but that doesn't mean she wasn't hungry.