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!)
probably one of the longest chapters so find a comfortable seat because this is where shit gets twisted...I'll try to explain at the end so there won't be any confusion.
*warning disturbing scenes ahead and character death(s)*
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~Narrator~
11:21 p.m.
Location: Shanghai, China
Rain drops tapped against the hotel room window as lightning illuminated the night sky over the sleepless city of Shanghai. Taehyung leaned against the wall peering down at the sea of umbrellas twenty stories below.
Jimin sat on the couch typing away on his computer while Jinyoung spoke on the phone explaining the situation to his sister Sohye, Bayani on the other hand locked herself in the bathroom still trying to swallow the hard pill she'd been given a few hours ago.
Of course Taehyung had some doubts about bringing the two teenagers with him to China, but it was already too late to do anything about it. He had more important issues to worry about.
"Interesting...yo Tae...think you might wanna check this out" Jimin called Taehyung over. "You hacked into the phone already?". "Just look!" His eyes remained fixated on the screen.
It wasn't long before Taehyung's burner cell went off signaling that they were ready for him. Jinyoung sat on the bed playing with his fingers, frustration written across his forehead. "How exactly is this going to work? They're all sneaky and corrupted...what if they are in on it with Namjoon?"
"Trust me they aren't, I know that for a fact. Hopefully it won't take too long and we leave out before day break" Taehyung explained calmly. It was best for him to remain calm in situations like this and not bring out the worst in him which meant bodies dropping left and right. At times like this any little thing would be a trigger which Jimin knew all too well.
Taehyung put on a dark green trench coat ready to slip out into the darkness of the night as the younger male stopped him once again.
"If you hadn't noticed but you aren't the only one who cares about her"
Taehyung had a lot on his mind.... but he couldn't allow himself to become distracted.
His mind had to be blank. Not even a single thought of Saniya. He was about to enter the mafia world once again. Any sign of hesitation or weakness will be his downfall.
He held onto Saniya's mother's phone removing the lock and slipping it into his pocket for future use. He was grateful to have found her phone or else he wouldn't know where to begin his search. Taking a deep breath he walked down a familiar side street a few blocks away from the hotel.
