Taehyung watched the male cry, he found it cute…he wanted to hold him but he was told to go, normally he would not have listened but he felt like being obedient, during the day he was no monster, he was just himself- The younger then got up and bowed his head towards him. “Please rest.” The male then grabbed his shopping, but before he left he put a card in front of Skyler, written on it was his number so he could give him a call in the end. He then went off back home.
The male got home and put the sopping in the kitchen, instead of talking to his parents he sat on the sofa and stared at his phone the entire time waiting for a call- waiting for a text or something, he just laid there waiting and waiting. Taehyung let out a soft sigh but then he remembered how his face looked, which caused his cheeks to burn up again.
He loved how he looked, the bump lips, the taste of the blood- the bruises he caused, it just made his body shiver, he looked so beautiful that he just wanted to see him again. Taehyung sighed a little as he curled up on the sofa still waiting.
Skyler looked down at the card in disbelief. Did this man think he was actually going to contact him? This man who beat him to shit and left him to die the other night? Regardless he picked it up, flipping it over in his hands. It was surprisingly well made, but it didn’t really give him any clues as to what the man did for a living. But he did find out his name. “Taehyung.” He muttered it before shaking his head, letting the card fall from his fingers. He wasn’t going to call him, so what was the point in keeping it? He shakily got himself up, spitting out some more blood. After grabbing his bag he began to stumble his way back home.
He got a lot of sidelong glances on the side of the road. People weren’t used to see a man looking as beat up as Skyler did. But he ignored them. All he wanted was to be home tucked into his bed with a handful of painkillers. So once he arrived home he stripped down to his underwear and brought his bag of medications to his bathroom. He oepend up the bag and unloaded the items and-- what the fuck? There, stuck to the bag with what looked to be blood was that damn calling card. Skyler picked it up and felt it in his fingers again. It must have fallen against the bag and just stuck because of the blood. He sighed and took his pills before going to his bed, card in hand.
For a while he simply sat in the dark with his blinds drawn up. It was a weird feeling, the medication. He wasn’t used to the pain free sensation. But it also rose him up, he felt like he was watching himself in his bed. Out of body experience for the high as a kite. He reached and picked up the card, flicking it around in his fingers. He was curious, he couldn’t help it. He didn’t know this man. He didn’t know what was happening to him. Why would someone be so ruthless? The more he thought about it the more he considered the story that he could write from it? Maybe he had taken a little too much medication because pretty soon he was typing up a message to his attacker.
[text: unknown number] You’re one sick fuck. I don’t understand how you can abuse someone like this. I don’t know why I’m texting you either. I’m confused. Message me back with an explanation as to why you hurt people and maybe I’ll consider responding.
And then he pressed send.
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