taehyung
the boy had finally awoken from his deep slumber. i hadn't slept all night, as the tears surrounding my eyes kept me awake with the thought of my family.
"gwaenchana?" i managed to ask, hugging my knees to my chest.
"ne," he murmured.
he didn't seem okay, however. his eyes were painted red as dark circles surrounded them. his hair was a bird's nest and his clothes were all wrinkled. poor little boy.
he sneezed due to the dusty area we were in. profanities echoed from the other side of the locked door, signaling that the kidnappers were close by.
"what's your name?"
"j-jungkook."
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long sleeves » taehyung
Fanfiction"why do you always wear long sleeves?" "d-don't ask," but then again, his thoughts continued to drift upon what could have been under the knitted piece piece of clothing. - TRIGGER WARNING: contains angst, mentions of suicide and depression, self-ha...
