#v horror

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stigma | kim taehyung

♛ Genre : horror

♛ tw : heavy themes, murder, blood, bullying, strong language

♛ Summary : Kim Taehyung is sick of people treating him differently.

Part 3 of the Wings Series

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Kim Taehyung would never act like this. This is simply a work of fiction.

Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper

Like pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverse

Deeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day

Are you calling me a sinner?

Everyone laughs at him as he's sitting alone, drawing in his notebook.

"Hey, alien!” A boy knocked the notebook out of his hands. "..I don't like being called that" Taehyung just smiled and picked the notebook up, standing up and simply passing by the boy.

He always wondered how would it be to be normal. To not be different – to be just like all the other kids surrounding him.

Why is he always the one that's getting hurt?

Why does everyone laugh at him?

He's the only one that's always treated badly just because he's different.

His tears don't matter to anyone.

He's done. He's so done.

Police sirens fill the room as he's standing, his clothing bloody. He dropped the knife, smiling. "Stupid.." He chuckled. "You're all stupid"

Why should he change for others, if he can easily change them?

He just wanted to be free. Happy.

But these idiots stood in the way.

So he changed them.

But why are they calling him a monster?

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Just a heads up, this series isn't accurate with the Wings Short Films. I only take some inspiration from them ♡

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The rain drops hit the windows in fast intervals mimicking the beat of your heart. Taehyung looked beautiful, just like he always did, but there was something more in him tonight. Wrapped up in your favorite blanket, him curled up against your middle, head resting on your breasts was the most beautiful moment in life. 

His breathing was steady and expression calm, almost statuesque. His eyelids were closed hiding underneath them the dark hues that had seen horrors and love. Pain and violence. Affection and protection.

Something that caught your eye the instant he knocked on your door two years ago and begged you to host him, was his face. He was taller than you, but when you opened your door at two in the morning and met the stranger at your door step, your eyes immediately flew to his face.

“My ex-wife is chasing me and I need to get away from her. You wouldn’t mind taking a homeless man in on a rainy day like this, would you?” He laughed, but the sound was dry and strained from the fear coating his throat.

Believing his story, you let him in and let him use the guest room for the night. He scoffed when he saw the bedding and the overall look of the room. You remembered him saying it was very much a granny room.

“A granny room?” you eyed him up and down disapprovingly. He didn’t seem to want to stay the night so badly. Was he seriously making fun of your guest room?

“A room where grandmas live? Haven’t you heard of that term?” he teased and bumped your arm with his fist. When you shot a deadly glare towards his figure, he got the message and apologized.

“Taehyung...” you whispered his name out loud, the sound of rain competing with your voice. He didn’t wake up nor move. His sleep was the greatest force in this planet. Nothing could make him wake up from his slumber. And the bastard fell asleep wherever and whenever without a problem.

Only this time, his sleep was interrupted by a nightmare. Rarely did he get nightmares, since the times of his ex-wife were long gone. But this particular dream seemed violent.

The slow rain had virtually turned into heavier, more angry droplets that drummed against the glass. Taehyung’s eyebrows scrunched together as he fought his mind. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead and rolling down his face like the tears against the window as he tossed and turned.

He was fighting for his life and the thrashing body kept Taehyung in its hold. Mumbles and groggy sounds filled the room as he held onto your shirt. You wanted to help, and you felt helpless, but this wasn’t your battle. He had to combat the ghost of his past all on his own.

After what seemed like hours, Taehyung’s body collapsed onto the sofa and his breathing settled down. His eyes opened excruciatingly slowly as he came back to his own body. He was looking for you in the dim room. His hands were sweaty and the shirt he was wearing was stained with sweat and fear.

“Y/N?” his voice sent shivers down her spine. It was so full of longing and fear. Longing for the creature his mind had created and fear for the one he had married. She chuckled slyly and got up from the arm chair she had been examining his every move.

She edged closer to him and the sofa and watched at the weak man in front of her. All emotion was erased from her face as she lowered down on the pillows next to him and placed his head in her lap.

“Shh, I’m here. Y/N’s here.” Her voice was coated with lies, but Taehyung, in the state of desperation he was in, believed her and grabbed the hem of her nude dress and dragged his face to meet hers.

The shock evident on his face when Taehyung realized who was staring back at him, venom in her eyes. “You’re not Y/N.” The statement erupted an evil laugh from her lungs. “What did you do with her?”

photoset found from @aleksakne​, pictures are not mine. I do not claim to own them. Simply a source of inspiration!

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(creativexpsycho) If she just keeps her head down then maybe she can just finish her list of chores without really bumping into anyone. Without having to worry their going to recognise, Floridas own little final girl. Well she could keep her head down if only she knew where the grocery store was. She'll just have to ask, damn being new to this town. "Hey, e-excuse me, would you mind pointing me in the d-d-direction of the grocery store?"