A thin fabric bridled past the familiar walls, hands holding the long skirt as to not drag on the polished floors. She stopped at a white door, brushing her skirt down and shoulder pads out of slight anxiousness. She knocked on the door once, and after nothing, again.
"Young Taehyung, I fear I'll have to barge in if you don't open this door at this instant."
Stillness. The elegant lady wasn't all too patient, already slipping the key to his room out of her sleeve. A sudden heaviness fell on her chest as she turned the key, hearing the soft quick.
She wasn't scared, no. Miss Bono was just concerned, and perhaps cautious. Four nights ago a girl came into the sons bedroom, and there hadn't been a single sound since. The door didn't open, the sound of tittering feet or the opening of a window.
It was as if, the pair disappeared.
As the door nudged open, a putrid smell had immediately been inhaled, and soon the hall claimed the scent.
"Taehyung?" She called out, opening the door wider to let the light flood in. She held her hands in front of her, staring at his frail body.
"How self-destructive you are. You're grades have plummeted, you've completely isolated yourself and worsened your health, and you are as thin as paper. You're as pale as her, sweetie."
He didn't answer, but his back was to her and she could see his slow breaths. She stepped into the room, crouching near the two,
"Eating a raw animal that has not been taken care of properly can lead to horrible health problems, Young Taehyung."
She placed the back of her hand delicately on his forehead, eyes wandering to the missing chunks from the corpse,
"Monsieur has made you warm tofu stew. I'll take care of you, sweetie."
She spoon fed him, bit by bit. She washed his hair and scrubbed his skin clean from any blood. She delicately bandaged his face, noting how badly his head had been caved in. She brushed his teeth and combed his hair, helped him put on warm clothes and comfortable slippers. She then took him outside, the garden. New arrangements were coming in for the new season, so it didn't quite look all together.
"I'm in love with you."
After going the whole day without a word, it was the first thing he muttered. Bono sighed, glancing back at his lovely face. How could a child with such sad eyes be in love?
"Not quite."
"I love you, Bono" He repeated.
She smiled, and turned over to see him staring, "I doubt you even understand what that phrase means, dear. Even so, i love you too, Taehyung."
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won't you love me? (vmin)
Storie d'amore*a yandere au perverted sick and sadistic >jimin+taehyung >incomplete
