#and him immediately proceeding to be fucking crazy out of his mind. i'm obsessed with him
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i love to remember when nina was in the midst of her parem addiction and mentioned that if wylan had the rest of it she'd bully him until he gave it to her. and i must say that i do not think that would work out for her. wylan was once pinned against a wall by his throat by KAZ BREKKER who was threatening to cut off his tongue and feed it to a stray cat and he was still about to argue back. this guy has absolutely 0 survival instincts i say this with all of the love in my heart but it's a wonder he survived the barrel at all even under the dregs protection. what i mean to say here is that if nina tried to bully him for the parem i think she'd only be able to get it off of his dead body
#i love wylan so dearly i'm always beguiled by his ability to have everyone view him as soft and pathetic#and him immediately proceeding to be fucking crazy out of his mind. i'm obsessed with him#benny.txt#soc#six of crows#wylan van eck#nina zenik#1k
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Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch
Pt 2
@silver-argent : Hii! I super looooove the way you wrote Haikyuu Boys: You flinch, perfect amount of angst to fluff! Are you taking requests? If you are, will you please do a Sakusa and Kenma? the you flinch. It's okay if you don't tho! I'll still look forward to your works!❤❤
tysm for the encouraging words!! my requests are open and im more than happy to do Sakusa and Kenma jewbjkew. i hope you enjoy. i'm literally so tired and just wanted to finally get this out <3
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Sakusa
Dating Sakusa was the last thing you ever thought would happen to you. He filled your days and nights with such love and passion. You had broken through his stoic and cold shell and had seen him for who he truly was deep inside- a loving partner through and through.
Of course, old habits die hard. Since he had spent years of his life being a reserved person, only putting up with his family and teammates, he still was very hesitant when it came to affection. Sometimes all he wanted to do was to be alone with his thoughts and nothing else. It hurt to see him like that, knowing that no matter what, you couldn’t help him, but you understood and gave him the time he needed.
Five months into yours and his relationship had lead to a few disputes, but nothing too serious. He was a prideful, headstrong man which lead to you having to bite your tongue during arguments and keep your snarky words to yourself, refusing to let them slip off the tip of your tongue. If they did, the argument would escalate.
You loved Sakusa for everything he was, bad parts and good, but sometimes he was too much.
And, that’s how you were here, biting your lip harshly as you stare at him, refusing to let your anger get the best of you.
Sakusa had been coming home quite late due to volleyball practise, but it got to the stage where you were scared that he was doing to overwork himself and injure himself. Instead of letting it slide, you confronted him about it and suggested that he should take some time to let his body heal from the strenuous training regimen that he was doing. It seemed that Sakusa wasn’t in the best of moods and had snapped at you, shooting abhorrent words towards you as if you were nothing but a pile of shit, accusing you of restricting him from reaching his full potential and trying to turn him away from volleyball because you were too clingy for his liking.
“Fucking hell (Y/N), you’re so fucking clingy! Just because you’re an attention whore and want me to worship you doesn’t mean you can try and take me away from what I love doing. You’re so fucking obsessive it’s driving me crazy!” Sakusa bellowed and clenched his hands together, his nails digging into his hands.
Taking a deep breath to keep yourself as calm as possible, you spoke in a soft tone, “Omi, I’m not trying to keep you from anything. I just think you should rest your body before you overwork yourself and become ill or injure yourself. I know you want to improve but that can happen gradually over time. I doesn’t need to happen all at once.” You murmured and gently placed a hand on his, trying to reassure him.
Letting out a deep, angered growl, Sakusa pulled away from your grip harshly and pushed your hand away, “don’t fucking touch me! You’re fucking disgusting! All you do is hold me down and try and control my life, you obsessive pest!” He hollered out.
His words ripped open your chest and stabbed you in the heart repeatedly. You felt like you were choking on your own heartbeat. It hurt knowing that your lover found you disgusting. A strong feeling of rage surged through your veins. “How fucking dare you, Sakusa! I’ve done nothing but tried to help you and all you do is treat me like shit. Every time we argue I have to bite my tongue because I know that if I retaliate, you’ll just get even more angry. I can’t express how I feel to you anymore and I feel as if I don’t matter in this relationship. If you want to overwork yourself and injure yourself then fine, go ahead, but don’t blame me for saying I told you so after it’s happened!”
His eyes narrowing at your words, Sakusa swiftly turned to glare at you and raised his fist, poking your chest aggressively, “Fine, I will then because I’m not letting you control me anym-” He paused mid sentence, his eyes widening when he noticed you flinching when he raised his hand. Slowly, he lowered his hand and dropped them at his sides. Your shaking figure made his heart clench painfully tight. “(Y/N) I-”
“I can’t do this anymore, Sakusa.” You voice whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffled quietly. “I can’t handle this pain anymore. I can’t handle feeling like I’m walking on egg shells with you. I can’t handle being afraid of how you’ll react when I speak about how I feel. I just can’t do this anymore.” You voice got quieter and quieter the more you spoke. Looking up at Sakusa, you swallowed thickly. “I can’t do us anymore.”
Sakusa was frozen, watching you carefully. It was deathly silent. The only sound he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat beating rapidly.
“I’ll pick up my things tomorrow. I’m going to stay at Atsumu’s for the night.” You whispered and turned away, heading towards the front door.
A small, almost whine-like noise left Kiyoomi’s mouth. He reached out and clasped your hand gently, tears forming in the corner’s of his eyes. “Please.” He begged quietly.
Looking back at the man you loved, your heart shattered into small pieces when you noticed his dampened eyes. Never had you seen him cry before. “What is it?” You asked quietly, biting the inside of your cheek.
Sakusa pulled you in tightly for a hug and pressed his lips against your cheek gently. “Please don’t leave. Please please please… I’m so so sorry (Y/N).. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you and I’m grateful for everything you do for me. I’ve just had a really bad day. Please I love you. Please don’t leave. You’re my baby... “ He pleaded softly and held you tightly, as if afraid that you’d disappear if he let go.
Letting out a sigh, you caved in. You were still mad at him but at the end of the day, you loved Kiyoomi more than anything else. You would give up everything for his happiness. “Kiyoomi...” You whispered softly and then turned around so you were face to face with him. Gently cupping his cheeks, you sighed, “I love you so so much Kiyoomi... But you can’t say stuff like that to me even if you’ve had a bad day. You really really hurt me even though I was just trying to look out for you.” You explained and frowned softly, kissing his tears that resided in the corner of his eyes.
Pressing his lips softly against your hands that rested on his face, he let out a shaky breath that he didn’t realise he was holding, “I know... I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I promise I’ll do better..” He whispered gently and pressed his nose into your hair lovingly. “I love you so much...”
Leaning in closer to Sakusa, you inhaled his scent, “I love you too, Omi..”
He never wanted to see you flinch like that again.
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Kenma
Kenma was an erudite genius when it came to the art of strategy. His deep understanding of the game and the unspoken pledge to win is what drove him forward and kept him reaching, grasping, clutching for new strategic idea that would leave his opponents breathless.
For days, maybe even weeks, on end, Kenma would be researching, training, and repeating the process until he felt confident in his methodology that would be used in a game. Thus, led to a breakdown. After weeks of undereating, lack of sleep, training beyond his physical capabilities, and his mental strain thinking of ways to defeat the opposing team, Kenma was at his wits’ end.
As his partner, you immediately noticed the changes in his personality. Of course, concern was your initial reaction and you were somewhat frightened of irritating him more, but you knew you had to confront him about his lack of self care. Seeing him train during lunch and falling asleep in lessons led you to realise how hard he was working himself.
So, after school you managed to pull him to one side before he proceeded to train at the club. A frown was present on your lips and you took a deep breath. Looking at him now hurt a lot: his eyebags had considerably increased since the last time you saw him; you could now see physically where he had lost weight from undereating for weeks; his eyes seemed a lot duller; his body slouched over slightly, as if it was begging for a break. It was agony to see your partner slowly harm his body and mind like this.
"Kenma, just know I love you so much and I understand that volleyball means a lot to you right now since it's your final year with your team as you know it with Kuroo as captain, but look at yourself. You're not taking care of yourself at all. You aren't helping you or your teammates by undereating and not sleeeping." You murmured gently, taking Kenma's hands in your own. You knew that you had to be careful and not push your boyfriend, but you couldn't let it continue.
Kenma simply frowned at your words and pulled his hand away from yours, "(Y/N), I don't need your lecturing. I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself. I don't need you." He hissed out and turned his back on you, proceeding to head to practise. He had no time to waste on pointless conversations.
(Y/N) grinded their teeth together, their heart aching slightly at the harsh words, "I'm not lecturing you, Kenma! I'm doing what a s/o should do and I'm looking out for you! Please just take a small break before you overdo it!" You hallooed, as if that would make the words sink in.
Vexed, Kenma turned around with a deep scowl on his face, "Why don't you just back off, (Y/N)!? I don't care about you right now, all I care about is me and my teammates winning this game!" He shrieked, which caused you to trip back and swallow thickly.
A small whimper escape your lips and tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you flinched. You were normally fine with Kenma's salty attitude, but he never usually shouted at you. Taking a shaky breath, you looked at your boyfriend dead in the eyes, "fine! Do what you want to do! Since you don't care about me I won't bother anymore! Don't you fucking dare come running to me when you overwork yourself and can't handle it anymore!" You retorted and turned away.
Kenma's eyes widened slightly at your words as he watched you turn away. "Wait...." He whispered out, his hand reaching towards yours. Lightly, he grasped your wrist and sighed, pulling you close and burying his head in your shoulder. "'M sorry... I'm just so stressed..." Tears brimmed his eyes and he sniffled softly. "I didn't mean it..."
Letting out a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxed and you pulled your lover in for a cuddle. "I know you didn't mean it baby... But remember your health comes first, volleyball after." You whispered and gently stroked his hair. He simply nodded in response and hugged you tighter.
Maybe you both could work things out. You just need to learn to communicate more.
#haikyu#haikyuu#haikyuu angst#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#angst#sakusa angst#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x you#kenma#kenma angst#haikyuu kenma#kenma kozume#angst to fluff#haikyuu comfort#requestsopen
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Helpless | Oikawa Tooru x Reader
Pairing: Oikawa x female cheerleader!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: swearing, a bit of angst but not heavy
Author's note: I tried writing a one-shot story. This is just how I think Oikawa is in a relationship. I think he'll be clingy and being the smart setter that he is, I think he'll be observant too. Like he'll be able to read your emotions based on body language, facial expressions, and such. He'll definitely join the hate if you ever dislike someone. I'm not completely sure if I the lines were strong enough, but I still hope you like it!
I'd really appreciate it if you like and reblog. Please do not repost without proper credits 'cause I worked really hard on this :(. Thank you and enjoy!
Summary: Y/N, part of the cheerleading squad and facing a challenge caused by the captain of the squad. She also carries a big secret.
As soon as the bell rang, you hurriedly gathered your things and stuffed it in your bag. You were trying to peacefully leave the room but you heard the squeals of girls from across the hallway.
It was Oikawa with his fangirls. As per usual, he was getting swarmed by girls and handing him boxes of chocolates and love letters. Undoubtedly, he was handsome, no wonder people would go crazy for him. Aside from being handsome, he brings honor to the school being the volleyball team's captain. Unconsciously you were staring at them blankly, when you snapped out of it, you decided to walk past them and proceeded with cheerleading practice.
"When we graduate, I'll definitely go wherever Oikawa is. I'll date him then, I bet he's a good fuck." That is Koemi-san, she's the cheerleading squad's captain.
You are highly aware of your captain's attraction (obsession) for Oikawa. You were getting uncomfortable with the way she talks about him every practice, but you can't complain because she doesn't particularly like you.
"Alright, huddle, huddle, huddle!" The captain shouted while clapping. The team responded by gathering in front of her. "The club that documents things for school is coming to film us. Make the club look good."
I raised my hand to ask permission for asking a question. She only raised her right brow in response.
"Will I finally get credits for the choreography?"
"What credits?" Unbelievable.
"But I choreograph everything in our routine." Your voice starts rising due to frustration. One of your teammates rubbed your back to help you calm down.
"You don't get anything, missy. Anyways, let's—"
"That's so unfair!" The room stays silent but you don't miss how your captain's face contorted. She looked like she would pop a vein.
"You don't raise your voice at me, Y/N!" She shouted louder.
"But—"
"I don't care! Even if you did every choreography, you get nothing. I'm the captain, everything in this club is mine and mine alone!"
The room stays silent until a knock is heard on the door.
"Hi! We're from the Journalists Club. We're here to document the club for the school promotion video."
Your captain's face immediately smoothens and smiles brightly. The members from the other club gave the team a look you couldn't identify, but you shook it off and proceeded with practice.
Due to this day being exhausting both physically and emotionally, your first thought is to go straight home. While exiting the school you see Oikawa surrounded by his fans again, and just like everyday you passed by them without a second look. When you reached your home, you greeted your mom and headed straight to your bedroom. As soon as you were able to lie down, your mind was filled with the events of today. Wondering when you'll finally be recognized as the choreographer of the team's routines, you thought about how you're excited to see Koemi's downfall and your secret.
"Hey." Said the man leaning against the doorframe of your room.
"Oh. Hey," a kiss on the lips. "What are you doing here?" You sat up
"I cAmE tO wAteR yOuR pLanTs." He sarcastically said as he sat next to you.
"You're an idiot, Tooru." You giggled.
"Of course I came here for you. It'll be weird if I came here for your mom—"
"Hey!" You slapped his arm.
"I'm kidding! I'm sorry." He raised both of his arms as a sign of surrender. After that he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder. "So. Are you exhausted? You didn't even close your door."
"Yeah, today was a pretty bad day."
"What's our problem, love?" He asked and tightened his hug.
"It's the captain. She still gets all the credit, even though I created the routine."
"It's that bitch that's trying to get my attention, right? The one with a ponytail so tight, I think she'll go bald."
"Hey, that's mean." You pinched his cheeks and he scoffed in response.
"You know I can destroy her if you'd let me." He pouted.
"That's not a nice thing to say."
"Is it not?"
"Maybe it is, but don't say our plan out loud." You both bursted out laughing. This was definitely a break from the shitty day you've had.
"So, do you want milk bread?" Oikawa asked when the two of you calmed down.
"But that's YOUR favorite food."
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Aren't you supposed to comfort me?" You giggled.
"It's delicious!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"I love you." He held your chin to kiss you.
"I love you too, Tooru."
Your relationship with Oikawa is a big secret. You're pretty sure only yours and his parents know you've been dating ever since the start of third year high school. You both decided not to tell his teammates. You were friends with some of the guys and you know how loud they can be. Besides, the less people that know, the less chance it would be revealed.
The reason for keeping this a secret is his fangirls. He's afraid of what they would do to you when they find out. You've heard about his unpleasant encounters with them. You thought that it's true that it would get troublesome and you didn't want to deal with it. So you agreed. But, it does get hard to see everyone so close to him. All the not-so-subtle touches and all the fantasizing about him (especially your captain) was getting unbearable.
InterHigh comes and of course the cheerleading squad would come to cheer for the volleyball team. You texted Oikawa where your position is even though he won't look at you because he's focused on the match. At least he knows where to find you after the game.
When the matches ended, the cheer squad waited for them to exit the gymnasium. As soon as they were on sight the volleyball team was surrounded by cheerleaders congratulating them. Oikawa looked at your direction and blew a kiss but immediately looked away. You smiled.
"OMG. Did you see that? He just blew a kiss this way. It's mine!"
"No way! I want it!"
"Y/N did you see? You saw right?"
"Saw what?" Keep dreaming bitches. You smirked at the thought.
Cold air crawled through your spine when you looked at Oikawa and you see Koemi holding his arm (biceps). You see the annoyed look and forced smile Oikawa has. You also don't miss how Koemi slowly leans in and steals a kiss from him. You don't miss how Oikawa's face contorted in horror. How Koemi giggled, being proud of what she did. How his teammates slapped his back and called him lucky. How worried he looked when your eyes met. You don't miss any of it. You saw it all. But all you could do was sigh and leave.
Oikawa had to sit through the team's celebratory dinner with his mind filled with the thoughts of you. It broke him how pained you looked. His teammates were getting suspicious of how he would randomly stare into space. They thought it was because of the kiss and so they teased him about it.
"Iwa-chan," he called as they were walking together. "I'm just gonna go somewhere first. You can go ahead."
"Okay. Don't stay late, idiot. We still have a match."
Oikawa ran as fast as he could until he reached your house. When he arrived, he was greeted by your mom and he asked permission to stay overnight.
"Y/N, love." He called as he knocked.
Surprised by his voice, you jumped out of bed to open the door only to be bear-hugged.
"I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, Tooru."
"I saw you, you were hurt."
"But not by you."
"I know you have a lot on your mind. Can we talk about it?" He sat on your bed and pulled you onto his lap. He looked at you, willing to listen so intently. You sigh before starting to open up to him. He wrapped his arms around you and drew small circles on your lower back.
"I guess, I'm starting to get tired of the situation. It feels like I can't even defend our relationship. I can't say anything. It's like I don't even have the right. I have to suppress everything I feel, be it jealousy or happiness. I feel helpless, Tooru. Our relationship is something that I want to be allowed to protect. Just like today, she was so fucking close to you. She fucking kissed you and I couldn't do anything. I've dealt with your fangirls before and I know this shouldn't be a big deal but it just happens… everyday. I don't want this to be just a normal thing." Unconsciously you shed a tear. All your pent up frustration was finally being released now.
"I understand. Thank you for telling me, love." He wiped your tears and kissed you on the cheek. "I'm sorry for putting you into this situation. I was trying to protect you but I ended up hurting you everyday." He hugged you tighter and buried his face on your neck.
"It wasn't your fault."
"Yeah, it's that bitchass captain of yours."
You laughed heartily, it definitely was.
"I'm gonna tell the team tomorrow." Your eyes widened upon hearing that. You stared at him trying to process it for a moment. You later smile and nod.
"Thank you."
You both fell silent, just enjoying each other's presence.
"Hey." He whispers in a deep voice. It's enough to make your heart beat faster. What he said next made you turn bright red. "Wanna wipe it off my lips?" He smirked.
"You bet."
The next day you went back to the gymnasium where the matches were being held. You noticed when you met up that your captain was not there. They all unanimously decided that you'll lead since you choreograph it anyways. Being in the front lines for the first time was surreal to you. You got to see Oikawa do his best on the court and be able to cheer for him openly. You were careful not to show too much though. You were still used to hiding.
After the match the coach gathered the team first and said a few remarks. Once they were done, they stood in front of the bleachers and bowed their heads to thank us for watching. We clapped at them for doing a great job on the game.
The cheer team waited outside the gym as usual getting ready to congratulate them.
As soon as he got out, Oikawa jogged towards you which confused you.
"*Gasp* Hey, hey. Oikawa-san is running towards us. OMG."
He stopped in front of you and lifted you up suddenly, your instinct was to wrap your legs around him for stability. He spun you around and nuzzled his nose into yours. You were enjoying your moment when you remembered that you weren't alone.
"Eek!" You looked at your surroundings and saw that everyone was looking at the two of you with their mouths hanging open.
"What the fuck, Oikawa?" Hanamaki blurted out. "And you're not escaping this, Y/N! Explain this." Hanamaki said while shaking his head in disbelief. Oikawa gently puts you down.
"I'm so fucking confused." Matsukawa looked like he's questioning his every life decision.
"Yeah, so this has been going on since the start of third year." A hard gasp was heard from everyone. You looked back apologetically at the cheer squad.
"Iwa doesn't seem surprised." You looked up at Oikawa.
"Oh, he knows." He answered and rubbed his cheeks looking all embarrassed.
"He got too excited and told me two seconds after you said yes to dating him."
"It was not two seconds, Iwa-chan!"
"Ooh. This is the first time I'm hearing this." You smirk as you have found a new thing to tease him about.
"Don't tease me. I'll suck the fuck out of those lips of yours." You immediately slapped his arm hard and covered your face in embarrassment. He only laughed and hugged you, hiding you from the shame he caused you.
Everyone was enjoying talking with each other. The cheer squad were pretty chill about it even though they had a crush on Oikawa. Makki and Mattsun definitely bombarded you with questions. Mostly about how this was possible and if it's even real. Heavy stomps were heard.
"You!" Koemi was in her casual clothes and marching and pointing towards you with her brows furrowed. "You paid those idiot journalists didn't you?! I got kicked off the team! This is all your fault, you bitch!" She tried to charge you but a pair of big hands held her wrists to stop her.
"Uh uh uh, you're not touching my baby, missy." You almost laughed when you heard what he called her. You remember complaining about how Koemi always gets sassy with you and calls you "missy". This petty jerk. I love him. You thought.
Her face contorted more and more as she realized what he meant. The only thing she was able to do was glare at you and leave.
You later found out that the Journalists Club caught an audio of the fight you had with her and decided to report it.
["Is it rolling? Yeah? Okay. Ready, go. One of Aoba Johsai's biggest clubs is the Cheerleadi—"
"That's so unfair!"
"Huh? Is there a fight? Did we come at a wrong—"
"You don't raise your voice at me, Y/N!"
"But—"
"I don't care! Even if you did every choreography, you get nothing. I'm the captain, everything in this club is mine and mine alone!"
"Should we still go in? I'm kind of scared."
"Me too, but we have to meet a deadline."
"Okay, fine, fine. Let's start over."
"Ready, go."
"One of Aoba Johsai's—]
"Thank you for helping and showing me this." You bowed to the president of the Journalists Club.
"It was a no brainer. It was unjust. Good that she mentioned your name, we now know who to give credit to." She smiled kindly and you waved each other goodbye.
"How'd it go?" Oikawa popped out of nowhere and put his arm on your shoulder.
"They were recording outside the room and heard her shouting. She said loud and clearly what she was doing." You almost laughed at how much stupidity was in that audio.
"That's great!" You both stopped in the middle of the hallway as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his forehead against yours.. People around you were definitely whispering to each other. "I didn't realize how stupid the idea to keep you a secret was. We could've done this everyday. No restraints at all."
"What about the fangirls?"
"Well, I'll just have to protect you myself. I'm pretty strong."
"I'm stronger than you, though." A hard gasp. "You're such a drama queen, Tooru." Another hard gasp. "If you keep doing that, no milk bread for you." He gasped again and this time he gasped so hard he choked on air. You only laughed at him.
It was nice to finally be able to show the world that he is yours and you are his. The fangirls didn't stop and probably never will but it is good that they know he's taken because they don't take it too far. There was no more hiding. No more suppressed feelings. Just you and Oikawa and your stronger not-a-secret relationship.
#haikyuu#haikyuu angst#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu fanfic#haikyuu oneshot#haikyuu oikawa#oikawa angst#oikawa fic#oikawa x reader#oikawa tooru#oikawa toru angst#oikawa toru fluff#oikawa tōru#oikawa fluff#oikawa tooru x reader
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Masterpiece (A Park Jimin Yandere AU)
Summary: You thought it was just a painting until you bought it. You thought the man in the frame was beautiful until you saw him. You thought it was a masterpiece until you were ruined.
Pairing: Yandere! Jimin×Reader, Taehyung×Reader
Warnings: Contains mentions of smut, deaths, blood, obsessive behaviour and mental health issues. Please read at your own risk.
The first time you had begun painting was when you had attended an exhibition with Taehyung in high school. You both had decided to ditch classes for the day, happily skipping around until Taehyung stated that there was this new artist who was holding an exhibition in town. Taehyung had always been artistic, you could tell he was just born with it. Whereas you, you were not good at anything at all. Except for whining and complaining about how stupid life was.
Since there was nothing better to do, you dragged yourself behind Taehyung, exploring art that you didn't understand but somehow found yourself immersed in. That was the day when your heart had made a firm decision. Initially, your paintings used to be about anything and everything but ever since your kidnapping incident, they had become darker. Being detached from reality due to how pathetically your father had blamed you for your misfortune, you latched onto your paintings like your life depended on them. It was a relationship much deeper than any you'd ever have. Your art was your escape, no one could ever change that.
Or at least that's what you hoped.
"I'm really drunk, aren't I?" You asked in a hushed tone, placing your hand on your forehead. It was more of a statement, really. A statement to remind you that you were just hallucinating and to tell Jimin that you didn't think he was real at all. Because, why would he be?
He was just a man from a painting.
Jimin sighed, securing the bandage around your foot as firmly as he could. It was a miracle that you were even able to make skin contact with him. Wasn't he supposed to be hollow or something? Like, Casper, maybe? You frowned, watching warily as jimin stood up, leaning down to be at the same eye level as you.
"Believe what you want. Just know that I'll be here for a long long time."
His words held a deeper meaning than you contemplated, your head throbbing to remind you that you still had that killer headache from before. The dampness of your clothes and the intensity of Jimin's gaze made goosebumps rise on your skin. There was no way you were going to miss the dark glint in his eyes, no matter how gentle his fingers had been while cleaning up your cuts. You could feel his breath on your face, his eyes flickering down to your lips before he brought his thumb to trace them. Your breath was caught in your throat, your body freezing in place as you tried to make distance between him and you, only to fail horrendously. It was as if he had put a spell on you, doing whatever he wanted to without being bothered by you.
"I wonder what keeps bringing him back here. Could it be the way you taste?"
Jimin inched closer, your nose brushing against his as he continued to trace your bottom lip. You were confused until Taehyung's voice reached your ears.
"Y/N!"
Your head immediately jolted to the side, a breath of relief escaping your mouth as Taehyung appeared from the hallway. He was panting, his eyes red and puffy along with a scared look on his face. On seeing you, he closed his eyes and rubbed his face with his palm, finally looking much more relieved than a second ago.
"Fuck, you had me scared there with the blood and all." He shook his head, taking quick steps towards you and engulfing you in his arms. A wave of warmth passed over, your head burying itself in Taehyung's neck as he held you tightly against his chest. You had completely forgotten that your entryway was, indeed, decorated with footprints traced in your blood.
"What the fuck happened?" Taehyung questioned, pulling away and examining you from head to toe until his eyes landed on your bandaged feet. He frowned deeply, kneeling down in front of you and lifting your foot up to see it for himself. Your attention was now all over the room, your eyes frantically looking around for Jimin who was sitting here seconds ago.
Where did he go?
There was a mix of emotions battling in you. You were grateful that he disappeared, proving that he was definitely not real or anything. But you were a little worried. Worried because you didn't know if he'd come back or not. His words lingered in your mind, etching themselves into your mind as you thought about them over and over again. Alcohol was gonna be on hold for you, that much you could decide for yourself.
Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to look at him as he stared at you with an expression you couldn't decipher. He simply raised an eyebrow, urging you to tell him what had happened. You gulped in response, stammering over your words as you covered up your situation. The last thing you needed was for Taehyung to think you were crazy.
"I just- the- the security system gave me a false alarm. I thought someone had broken in and ended up taking extreme measures."
Taehyung bit his lip, glancing at the fallen knife along with your telephone, the one in which he had been screaming pointlessly only for you to not utter a word. A shiver passed down Taehyung's spine as he recollected the feeling of dread when he got your call. He had heard your heavy breathing followed by a clang. And he swore he had never been so worried about you. Sure, you had your fair share of 'calling-in-the-middle-of-the-night' episodes but they all were very vocal. You were always asking him for help but this time, there was nothing. It was different and that's why he was scared.
"Are you okay now? You cleaned up yourself?" He enquired, gesturing to your feet that had obviously not been cleaned by you. You let out a shaky breath before nodding reluctantly, questioning yourself whether this was worth lying about. The white cloth around each of your foot was a sign that Jimin was very real. But you couldn't bring yourself to believe that. It was the most absurd thing ever, a story that would definitely land you in Namjoon's office every alternate day along with Nan breathing down-
Nan.
Your eyes widened as you pushed yourself into your feet, stumbling away from Taehyung and towards the door of your house. "Nan!" You bellowed, the anxiety from before settling in the pit of your stomach. But you could only get so far before Taehyung had his arms around you from behind, keeping you from running off outside the house. The open door mocked you as you stretched your hand out, desperately trying to get yourself out of Taehyung's grip to find Nan. She hadn't responded to your cries at all. And you had also seen the burning candle in her cottage.
Something had happened to her and you knew.
"Taehyung, let me go! I need to find Nan!" You cried, feeling Taehyung's hold on you tighten as he hissed, clearly struggling to hold you in place. With one harsh tug, he turned you around, placing his hands on your arms and forcing you to look at him.
"Y/N, Nan is out of town. She had to leave for an emergency but you were asleep. She called me since she didn't want to wake you up." Taehyung rushed, relaxing when you stilled at his words.
What?
Emergency?
You frowned, your breathing slowly falling back to its rhythmic pace as you stared at Taehyung with confusion laced eyes. Your muscles began giving up, your feet aching with the amount of pressure you were putting on your wounds. Your eyes slowly began closing, your head moving to rest on Taehyung's shoulder. Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms around you, one hand on your back and one hand behind your neck.
"So tired…."
You mumbled, your consciousness giving away as you fell into a deep sleep. Or passed out, as Taehyung guessed. He hugged you for a minute, holding you close against him as he relished in your presence. He made a mental note to never fight with you again. It wasn't really a fight but it was enough to make you distance yourself from him. He couldn't live like that.
Swiftly, Taehyung lifted you up in his arms, struggling to lock your door before heading upstairs to your room. He laid you down on the bed and proceeded to grab a towel from your closet along with a change of clothes. Taehyung was positive you'd wake up with a bad cold, seeing as he didn't know how long you'd been wearing those damp clothes.
A sudden coldness fell over the room, goosebumps rising on Taehyung's skin as he stilled in his place. He could feel eyes on him, his breath getting caught in his throat and the fabric of your shirt slipping away from his fingers.
It's nothing.
He told himself, smoothly turning on his heel to meet with an empty space. All he saw was you, asleep on the bed. He shook his head, tsking for being so paranoid. Sure, the night was eventful but that didn't mean he'd start seeing things himself. Because there was no way he had just seen movement in his peripheral, right? Taehyung's heart thudded in his chest, his lips parting in confusion and astonishment before turning around to get over with whatever he had to do. Picking out a cotton t-shirt from your closet, more specifically, his cotton t-shirt, Taehyung headed towards you. His eyes flickered to the painting on the wall, Park Jimin's eyes staring back at him mockingly. Unknowingly, Taehyung's lips turned upside down, his face showing distaste towards the man in the portrait. He felt threatened in so many ways but he knew this was wrong. How could he compare himself to a painting?
Especially when paintings were everything to you?
For all he knew, you didn't even care how heart broken Taehyung was feeling. But he pushed his disdain aside, for you. Because you were always gonna be a priority. Always.
With a heavy sigh, Taehyung sat beside you, taking your hand in his and caressing the back of it.
"I'll wait, Y/N. I'll wait like I always do." He mumbled, kissing your fingers and moving to place his lips against your forehead. Oblivious to the man lurking in the shadows of the house, Taehyung tucked you into bed after cleaning you up. The sun was beginning to rise on the horizon, adding to Taehyung's decision of ditching work for the day. Lack of sleep wasn't something a businessman could deal with. And so, he got under the covers beside you, his arm tightly secured around your waist and his head buried in your neck.
That morning, you slept peacefully, forgetting all your problems for a little while. Maybe it was the way Taehyung was shielding you. Or maybe it was the fact that you didn't even know about the crimson liquid staining the floor of Nan's cottage.
But who was to be blamed for it?
Did Taehyung know about it? Did it have something to do with a certain someone who had taken residence in your home?
Were you crazy, afterall?
Maybe you'd find it all out someday.
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