Fallen for you (taejin bts fanfic)

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a/n: I am dead with these pics- like omg stop killing me tae!

"Beautiful porcelain dolls are made to break"

THIRD POV

He could focus. He could finally focus.

Taehyung woke up feeling numb but fresh. He could feel this blockade in his mind stopping his thoughts from rummaging through his mind and keep him calm and numb, a dam constructed in his mind to control the dark waters which were his thoughts.

And without his thoughts he felt empty. He hated that feeling as much as the overwhelming emotions but this was different. He was more grounded. More in the real world rather than the insane world of insane thoughts. More focused.

As he traced the red healing scars on his arm, he didn't feel guilty or ashamed at that moment, he was thoughtless, he felt a sense of comfort?

He didn't know how to explain it or understand it himself but the scars felt real. His pain felt real and that validation was enough for right now. The realisation of what he had actually done, that he had actually hurt himself by will, was like a literary device in a writing he still had to decipher.

Taehyung got up from his bed and his feet padded on the wooden floor as he walked to the other side to check on his roommate, Namjoon, and saw him sleeping soundly.

He had slept through dinner, once again. And now he was wide awake at 1 am in the morning. Damn he had slept for 12 hours straight.

The second youngest pondered for a while on what to do when he finally decided on sitting in the balcony. The cold air and the night view was a really great idea.

So he, as silently as possible, walked out of the shared room in his pajamas and headed to the balcony in the living room. The living room was a mixture of dark and light kind of like his mind as the moonlight peeked through the curtains to illuminate a part of the large room but of course the pitch black darkness of the night was holding the dominance.

Taehyung made his way through this common landscape that most people wouldn't think much of but his mind had always seen the depths of things, the bigger picture. Everything felt like a mystery, a puzzle or more so a piece of art to find the meaning of.

It was fun and intriguing to know that everything had a sequel but it was only fun until he realized he had yet to unlock the mystery hidden beneath himself, he had yet to see if he was even a story or rather just an idea of some bestseller left deserted because the writer was too unmotivated.

He was staring too long at nothingness when he halted in the middle of the room to observe the interaction of light and dark. He was zoning out when the young man heard voices ahead of him.

In the direction of the balcony.

A big question mark popped in his head and his eyebrows quirked as he moved even more slowly and quietly than earlier in his room. The event of zoning out long gone and his big eyes wide, scanning everything around him and his ears on alert to see who or what was there in the balcony.

When Taehyung reached the balcony, it's an understatement to say he was surprised. Because there stood his two oldest hyungs, in pajamas like him, facing outside and talking, their voices muffled as the glass door acted like a barrier between him and them.

(SET UP)

And here he was again. Feeling. Again.

His heart had started palpitating when he recognized the side profile of one of the bodies outside to be Seokjin. He was feeling anxious. Why? He had no idea. And before he could do, think or even prepare to formulate anything, Yoongi had noticed him.