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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~Saniya~
Cold and distant.
Those were the words used to describe Taehyung's extremely odd behavior. It became so evident that I didn't know the man who I shared a bed with but it wasn't the Taehyung I knew and fell in love with.
I was determined to find out what those pills were for, at first I was worried that he might have been looking for them but he didn't mention nor look for them. My growing concern fueled my anxiety.
He came back home a two nights ago with a bandaged hand which explained the broken mirror in the bathroom. I didn't say anything, then again there was nothing I could have said. I knew he'd been overly peculiar since everything went down but it felt like I had to walk on glass whenever I'm around him, as if the slightest disturbance would push him over the edge. There was something terribly off about Taehyung.
I waited until Taehyung left that afternoon before going into full law and order SVU investigation mode by tearing up the entire penthouse searching for any relevant information or clues about Taehyung's past that could explain why he's acting out the way he is.
Pictures of what appeared to be his mother cradling him as an infant were found in a shoebox hidden in the top of his closet. More sets of pictures followed by separated by rubber bands. It seemed to be going in chronological order the further I went through them, finding pictures of his parents, siblings...even Namjoon. One of the last photos in the shoebox was a family portrait. I stared completely fascinated with what seemed to have been one of the last pictures of his family with a teenaged Taehyung.
The resemblance between Taehyung and his father was frightening by how much they favored each other, unlike his father's emotionless eyes, Taehyung held a warm gaze. His mother on the other hand was nothing short of gorgeous as she wrapped her arms around his younger siblings, his little sister perhaps one of the most beautiful girls I've seen.
The doorbell rang quickly catching my attention. I jumped up to the door letting Jimin inside.
"Hey Saniya, I saw your text and came here as soon as possible. Is everything okay?" Jimin asked concerned. I shook my head taking out the empty pill bottle showing it to him. "I found these on the bathroom floor the other night. I don't what happened but he smashed the mirror and injured his hand. He barely even talks to me and walks around as if he's some type of robot...Jimin its getting disturbing now" I said trying to explain. I noticed how Jimin's eyes went wide in horror at the sight of the medication cursing to himself.
