In which a selectively mute boy with a traumatic past is looked after by the cheerful nephew of his late caretaker.
"You're here. With me. And I'll keep you safe. Seohyun sent me to you, and she gifted me with you. And you've got me. You feel me?"
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taehyung took a quick sip of his tea. yoongi's eyes followed the slow bob of his adam's apple.
"what's your name?"
taehyung startled a bit. "oh? me—no, of course its me—you can, you can call me, um—"
"i'm sorry if that's too forward," yoongi breathed. "i'm a stranger. i get it if you don't want to tell me personal info about yourself."
taehyung blinked. yoongi's mouth stretched too far to the right, like he was trying to unfold a smile. it was uncomfortable to watch.
"i'm taehyung," he offered, mostly because yoongi's mouth was not a piece of laundry. "you can call me tae."
yoongi hummed. "tae."
he spoke his name like it was a revelation.
or in which textbook tortured artist, kim taehyung, just wants a full night's rest and min yoongi just wants someone to touch him like he's human. between the two of them, they figure it out.
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DISCLAIMER: this is a fanfiction, meaning the characters in this book are based off of real people.
trigger warnings include; mature themes, graphic depictions of violence, depictions of severe mental illnesses, suicidal ideation, references to child neglect, disturbing imagery
special thanks to my editor and brother _picturesque
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