Taehyung is an artist. Thats just what he is. He is meant to be an average collage student ,Who paints just for fun and works afterhours in his shitty part time job, because an occupation of artist wont be enough to compensate his expensive taste.
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A/n: have a headache i honestly dont know why i am writing
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A/n: sorry for being late with this update btw! I need a whole weekend to think over my plot :)
Edit: sorry for yall tht read this and the next 3 chaps, i thought they sucked and lowkey rushed so i took them down to do them again. Sorryyy if i confuse u but forget anything i wrote on those chaps 💕💕💕
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Wrong.
Taehyung was profusely wrong and it was became very obvious from the minute he woke up.
His limbs were tangled by themselves while there were bandages along his arm for injuries he didnt even know he had.
His head was spinning, the want to faint becoming stronger by every passing minute.
The undeniably unwanted cold feeling settled at the bottom of his stomach, like a snake on a rock, the feeling slithered by every glance at his surroundings. His dread creeping in along with it.
And the cold feeling was only proving one thing.
This is fucking real.
Why you ask? A, he has just woken up and hence is not dreaming . B, he is no shit creative enough to make this ip.
This is fucking real.
Yet he still held on, to that faint glimmer of hope that this is, afterall a mistake and a dream.
"He's awake!!" The cry went around, followed by the previously seen old man emerged.
He looked stressed, the bags under his eyes desired for sleep to over take them, to let them rest, yet never actually happening.
"Prince ki-
"Stay back. Dont fucking touch me. Take one step and i will call the police for kidnapping."
The mans face twitched into a pitiful smile.
"You really think the police is going to work?"
Taehyungs face scrunched up in an oblivion mess of confusion. What on earth is the man on about?
Yet Taehyung didn't get to continue thinking as the man strided forward opening his palm as fire literally shot out of it.
Taehyungs eyes widened while his jaw dropped. His mind starting to hurt yet again from the reality that picked up taehyungs sense of rationality and bend it in every way.
What the fu-
His breathing unevened while his brain screamed for him to get away, to wake up, just to be away in general from the nature-denying activities.
"Now i know this is a lot to take in but please calm down mr Kim i-
"No, you calm down and get away from me. No please dont harm take me away, wake me up, i want to go back. I want to go back."
The man sighed yet took some steps back from the evident, vulnerable man.
"Okay i am here to help, please believe that sir."
"How do i know that you aren't trying to take advantage of me."
The man sighed yet again, taking out an unrecognisable object before thrusting it towards.
The item inside dropped taehyungs panties....jk!
But it sure dropped his jaws.
His eyes wide he examined in disbelief, his fingers ever so gentle as if it was made out of glass. The familiarity sinking in.
His brain felt fuzzy, his eyes teared up at the memories associated with the item.
"There i hope this provides you all the answers you need" the man spoke.
That it did. Infact it proved taehyung two things;
1) this is no fucking dream
2) his entire life has been a fucking lie
And Taehyung's not sure which he rathers.
Shit.
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:Ducks at the tomatoes being thrown her way:
Ikik, its been 7 days since i last updated
Ikik , i came back to just take down three chaps and post one.
Sorry guys but aforementioned I decided to change these last few chapters bare with me for now.
:ducks at an orange:
Jokes aside, this week was especially busy, my text response for english is coming up and i had to study for that and thts why i couldnt update AT ALL this week....
We r doing the novel 1984 and its giving me aids, im too young for this shit. Too young for this much stress :(
