previously known as 'my teacher taehyung'
dark romance|
a tale in which a girl gets more than she bargains for when she develops feelings for whom she thought was her teacher.
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AGE GAP.
SEXUAL CONTENT.
MENTAL ILLNESS. (Trigger Warnings!)
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|Narrator|
Min Yoongi strolled down the streets with his head phones plugged in as he looked up into the cloudy skies. He preferred walking instead of driving some days giving himself a breather.
Usually in this neighborhood it was quiet besides from the usual afternoon joggers and occasional cars strolling by.
One car stood out the most to him, though it was the typical black SUV, he had strange feeling about this one in particular. The car drove slowly down the street coming to a halt in front of Malia's house. Yoongi rose a brow at this since he knew no one in her house drove a truck.
"What the fuck?" He said to himself as the truck slowly pulled off cutting down the next corner until it was out of sight. Finding this situation a bit odd he shrugged it off thinking maybe the person was looking for an address.
He walked onto the lawn walking past the main entrance towards the backyard where Malia's balcony was. He was well acquainted with the place.
Taking out his headphones heading towards the poolside patio feeling the hairs on the back his neck rise as Yoongi quickly turned around staring into the tall shrubs towards the back end of the yard. Though nobody was in the backyard he had an odd feeling as if he was being watched...as if the trees had eyes.
The sixteen year old girl crashed onto her bed laying on her stomach as her music blasted through her headphones while she texted back one of her friends totally oblivious to her surroundings.
Malia licked her lips thinking of texting Yoongi to see what was taking him so long. Her parents would only be gone for so long.
Scratch that, mainly her father was gone as if he lived at work. Her mother on the other hand was home more often, yet that didn't mean she was mentally present.
Saniya was the first child to pick up on their mother's abnormal behavior then brought it to Malia's attention where she placed an extra eye on her since Saniya was also very absent at home.
Malia noticed how much more time and effort her mother took in appearance nowadays, the different masculine scents that followed her, how her caramel skin glowed brighter each day, even the way she smiled was different. Who was making her happy if it wasn't their father?
All these thoughts circulated her mind as a large figure stalked its way towards her bedside placing their cold hands on her warm body.
Malia let out a high pitch scream prepared to kick the intruder until she turned around to see her boyfriend Yoongi hovering over her body covering her mouth with the same cold hands.
