He has smelled it only one time before when he found the remains of a dead animal in the woods one day while he and his brothers were out exploring.
Words fail to describe just how repulsive the smell is - and also how distinguishable it is. It's not a smell that can be confused or mistaken.
Decay and petals don't belong together. Yet here they are, hands intertwined as they dance in the air and Taehyung can't even see where the smells are coming from.
It's like the air itself is rotting away, and the house is trying to hide behind the smell of a freshly bloomed garden to convince the world it's still alive - it's still breathing.
Taehyung covers his nose with his hand, looking around for a sign of anything that could explain the smell. Again, it could be a mouse dead, trapped within the walls.
But the rational part of Taehyung's brain has stopped working.
Because he hears the telltale thump he's been experiencing since he's gotten here. Like a small item has been dropped on the ground. Then, a scraping sound, like it was picked back up.
Taehyung glances toward August's room, so sign of any light seeping through the crack. He's asleep. And the sound isn't coming from his side of the hallway.
No.
Because as the two scents swirl around Taehyung, dizziness drowning out every rational thought that he should be running away, he hears another sound and he realizes where the sounds are coming from.
They're coming from the painting.
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FanfictionThe painting is the most beautiful thing Taehyung has ever seen, but it holds just as many secrets as the house that not even the sun will touch.
