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Taehyung drabble

A/N: So... After my Jungkook scenarios book, I wanted to know if you guys would want a Taehyung one?

Waiting for him in your little home, on your couch with your legs curled to your chest staring blankly at the TV, never got easier.

And finally, finally, there is the sound of the door flinging open (there's never the sound of jingling keys because you always leave the door unlocked for him), and you flinch at the slam of the door on the wall and the screeching of hinges. But you don't react to the second slam and screech where the door closes, not wanting to show any emotion to him.

His face is bruised again, lips cut, and you register the gun he holds in his hand as he stalks over to set the metallic weapon on the dining table and in the same motion squats down in front of you. It's unfair how his face lights up, eyes curving, saying, "Babe, miss me?"

You refuse to look into his eyes and turn your head the slightest to the side.  He won't take that, and places his hands on both sides of your face roughly before realizing what he's doing and relaxing his grip to turn your face gently towards him. Now you're scared, even as you glare into his eyes. But his eyes have turned into bottomless pits, staring into your soul and trying to convey his apology while drinking you in through the eye contact. Which he then breaks to pounce onto the sofa to hug you tightly; your hands are clenched into fists between your bent legs and his body, and now you can't stop yourself from crying as he just doesn't let go, wanting you to know how much he missed you.

"I did, Tae, I did." Your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. One of your fists had unclenched to pat his hair softly.

After all, he was your drug; your poison.