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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PART I:
~Narrator~
High.
All one hundred and three days Lim Chaerin spent held captive high. Kim Namjoon made sure every single one of his high grossing profits were fed well and in tip topped condition at all times and was able to by drugging them with various stimulants in order to keep them calm. Sometimes whenever he or his henchmen wanted a show would give the girls acid and other hallucinogens to see who had the best tolerance and to dispose of those who's hearts couldn't keep up.
Sometimes Chaerin preferred it when she was high out her mind, things went by faster, people came before her and left just as quickly. She barely felt her body being tossed around between men as if she were a ragdoll. The millions of fingerprints indented into her skin forever marking her body as Kim's property.
A scar on the side of her neck served as reminder of when she and few other girls tried to escape a day after new years. Perhaps the worst day of her life.
The memory of the grueling bone-crushing pain lingered in her limbs she was beaten by a group of henchmen until she became unconscious, later waking up a bloody pulp. She remembered how Namjoon used her as an example to the rest of the girls or what he calls "profits" using a single pocket knife to her neck. The cool blade pressed into skin with enough pressure to draw blood before Namjoon released her onto the ground.
Part of Chaerin believed Namjoon wanted to kill her that day. How he gazed down at her venomously, the corners of his lips twitched, turning into upwards into a sinister smile that haunts Chaerin up to this day.
Chaerin winced when she felt the needle inject into her forearm. The clear substance entered into her bloodstream immediately relaxing her limbs sending her into a foggy haze. She gazed at her surroundings.
White walls and black floors. A few of the girls were taken from their beds for whomever purchased them for the night or what she presumed to be night in the windowless room. Most of the times she was taken out was at night, she couldn't recall the last time she had seen the sun.
One of the men grabbed Chaerin by the shoulder ushering her out heading downstairs into a common hangout area for the henchmen. The man whose face was starting to become distorted her shoved her over the counter pulling up her dress. One thing she liked about the drugs was that she was completely numb to the entire encounter, well at least emotionally.
She noticed a little commotion was going on by the the doorway towards the back end as she saw a couple of henchmen carry two unconscious girls into the mansion. Though Chaerin was at a distance she could tell that the girls weren't asian. As they came even closer to the stairway she was finally able to make out one of the faces of the girls. She couldn't tell if it was the drugs or her imagination playing tricks on but what she saw made her snap back into reality and it horrified her.
