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smhtaehyung · 6 years

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when all daisies disappear🌼 | chapter 2

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• Pairing: taehyung x OC (mental hospital au)

• Genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, romance

• Word count: 2.8k

• Warning: will contain themes such as suicidal thoughts, depression and physical violence. Some of the backstory for Taehyung’s character is taken from the BTS concepts during the hyyh era. if you feel uncomfortable with the topic of mental illness, I advise you not to read further.

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chapter 2 ➸ 496 🌼

"I like your paintings." He complimented me, observing my room. "Sure. Okay." I said in a confused manner whilst writing a copy of the schedule about the meals, medication and group activities for him. "You can't just say thanks to people?" He asked, giggling a bit as he showed his smile for the first time. His smile was incredibly boxy, it did not seem like any other smile, making me slightly puzzled. ”No.” I coldly answered. “Thanks for copying that schedule for me.” He said as he stood by the bed. ”I’m only doing it because I have a feeling you’d fuck it up and then I’d be my fault.” I said as I took a red sharpie and underlined the important hours. “Well, thanks, anyway.” He said in a bright tone and looked down. The way his mood switched from bright to cold and enigmatic, confused me. By then, I was already analysing him hard. Was he bipolar? Socially anxious? What is the reason he’s here? I think I questioned myself more than I did him. Why was he so intriguing? I ignored him and continued copying. After a few seconds of silence I glanced at him up and down, noticing he was still standing. “Aren’t you gonna sit? It’s annoying me.” I said in a harsh tone. “I’m good as of like this for now.” “You’re good as of like that? Don’t you mean you’re good as of right now? Are you that poor of a talker? The shrinks are not gonna love you really-” I started slightly provoking tone but he cut me off. “Why are you so mean and defensive?” He asked in a slight chuckle that confused and frustrated me at the same time. He didn’t care about my opinion or insults, which both infuriated and intrigued me. “Why did you pick me then?” I directly asked. “I like to be challenged.” He said in a bright tone. “Jesus.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. After about 20 seconds he whispered to me. "Do you want one?" He shyly, yet kindly asked, pointing a plastic bag of chocolate candy to me, but actually the only thing I noticed were his tanned hands.

"No. Why can’t you just shut up?" I gave him the judging look again. He took one for himself, quietly unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth. My eyes were focused on his plump lips and a tongue that swirled over the piece of chocolate. My mind was overthinking his simple offer. He distracted me a lot by doing all that. And I didn't know how to feel about it. On one hand, it was extremely random and kind of adorable and on the other hand, it was extremely annoying and stupid.Jiyu softly knocked on the door and peeked her head in. Her beautiful white teeth shone through my eyes. “Taehyung, sweety, It’s time to meet your psychologists.” She softly spoke with a smile. He gave a reassuring half genuine smile and walked over to her. “Ugh, sweety.” I scoffed, mocking Jiyu’s words. “I heard you Ji.” She teased me in a serious tone. I shook my head. “Ji. That’s a cute nickname. I’m gonna call you Ji.” Taehyung suddenly spoke. “I’ll knock your teeth in if you do that.” I said, focusing on the paper in front of me. ”Jia!” Jiyu scolded me with her tone at the same time Taehyung spoke “Deal.” I slightly chuckled and rolled my eyes. Taehyung, walked past Jiyu as she scolded me with her look. After a few seconds, I finished the copy and put it on his nightstand. I wandered around the room, trying to think about how should I act towards him. He made me question my character and personality so much. I did not know why did I feel a need to act nice towards him. Once my thoughts were way too loud, I kneeled and pulled the drawer out of the old wooden nightstand, finding a secret department where I hid my cigarettes. I was on my way to the only peaceful place here, somewhere I wasn’t as bitter and fucked up as everyone thought I always was. Somewhere where my childhood and pure like character was kept all along, at least in that one last fragile fragment of my brain. I went outside of the room, adjusting my cardigan right. I held my cigarettes and a lighter under my sleeve as I sneaked my way down to the main hallway. I hurried past the reception to not get noticed and opened the last, 13th door, on the right side of the hallway. I walked up the staircase that was leading me to the roof. I stood on my tip toes to reach for the key that was hidden inside a pot with a dried and shrivelled orchids. I unlocked the door and walked up the few stone stairs that sent cold shivers through my shoes that missed their laces.I stared at the sky that was slowly growing more and more orange. I walked closer to the edge and sat down. I took of my shoes and pushed my feet out the gaps of the metal bars, keeping me from falling. I tried to lit a cigarette, escaping the wind. Even wind tried to stop me from smoking. Smoking since 12 years old never really gives you any sense that what you’re doing is stupid. Acting tough in front of people when you’re 19 is even worst. It’s so childish, just like Taehyung said it. I inhaled a smoke and shut my eyes, trying to stop my thoughts. Why am I thinking about you? Why are you so real, yet you seem like a dream? Why would I feel something for you, after going through so many roommates? Why do you answer me back when I don’t want you? Why do I only know you for less than a day yet you’re already one of the most annoying people I know.

Thinking about you only results in me overthinking myself. Am I really this clingy to people? Am I even feeling the need to be close to you, or just push you away the further I can? Am I finally feeling something, so it scares me to a point of overthinking what you, a boyish stranger, thinks of me.

I smoked away my thoughts until I was feeling numb. Staring at the sky I lit another one and tried to focus on the progressive coldness my skin was feeling every second passing by. After half an hour, that seemed like an entire day, I got up and put on my shoes as soon as the dark night plastered onto the clear sky and I couldn’t bear the coldness anymore in my light cardigan. I hid the key back to its place and walked down the stairs and onto the hallway. I walked right past the man hallway and entered back my ward. I walked down the hallway, observing the some ceiling lamps that were flickering. I stared at the lamp for a bit too long until my eyes started to hurt. I shook off my head and looked to my right where some of the girls of this wards were staring at me like most of the time. “What are you looking at?” I scoffed. “N-Nothing.” One of them said as they continued staring. “Well, will you stop then?” I asked in a pissed off tone as they stepped back, noticing I was aggressively walking towards them. They quickly walked away as I shook my head and walked past one of the psychiatrist’s office, noticing Taehyung was inside and already talking to one of the best out of the worst shrinks around here.I hesitated and stared. The state of perplexity washed over my entire body and mind. He did it again. He was sitting there with the most numb stare, yet raw emotions that gave that numbness a meaning. He wasn’t acting at all child-like or bright. He seemed rather sad and unresponsive to the treatment, like most of us yes, but seeing him like this made me question him even more. Why the act? Why is he acting so bright if he’s fucked up? Why did he build that defensive character?

His head moved to the left as for a quick second he saw me looking. I quickly turned and started to walk, even though he noticed it. “Ugh dumb.” I said to myself under my breath as I was walking. “Who?” One of the boys on the ward asked, hearing me speak. “You.” I immediately spat out, my act seeming normal to him and anyone who heard. I walked to my room and noticed a change. He unpacked his stuff and whole room smelled quite nice. All his things were set up neat and clean, making me wonder why was he acting that pedantic. Kind of petty in some aspects too. He didn’t move the copy of the schedule I left. It was on the same spot I left it. If you were to compare his and mine side of the room you'd be puzzled the same way I am. Such a white, tidy and minimalistic side of his compared to my expressive, colour stained and quiet messy side that screams out one of a kond character.

I think you'd be bewildered just like I am if you saw some weird things he decorated his side of the room with. From white ceramic figures and metal jelwery to white daisies. Why daisies? And why are there so many of them. Quite literally he filled a glass that's supposed to be for water, and put a lot of daisies inside, almost fully falling out of the glass. Daisies by the figurienes, daisies by his clothes, daisies tucked on the edge of the mattress, so they peak out, daisies in many small crystal vases that dominated all his cabinets and a night stand. Some daisies were even taped to the wall. There even was a small bouquet of daisies tied in a white ribbon that he left by the window we both shared, being the border between mine and his side.After confusedly observing the room, I heard the door open behind me. Taehyung went inside with an unreadable face. He casually sat on the bed as I stared around in a understable feeling of shock. "What the fuck?" I spoke. He gently moved his head up so his eyes could meet mine. "Why did you turn our room into a fucking flowershop?" I asked, pointing to all the daisies. "It's not that much. You're overreacting. I just really like daisies." He said and shrugged, his playful character slightly shining through. "Huh, that's a weird fetish." I teased him as I sat down. "It's not a fetish. It's more of a need." He said, making me even more puzzled. "You're addicted to daisies? That's why you're here?" I asked, making him sound really dumb. "No, you don't get it. It has to do with something personal, maybe I'll tell you, but I don't know-" he tried to speak but I cut him off. "I don't care, you do know that? It was a retorical question, you dumbass." I lied, shaking my head. "Sure you don't." He shortly giggled under his breath. "What's that supposed to mean?" I spoke in a intimidating tone but felt so scared to what he might thought. "You stared for quite a while." He said, smirking at me. Staring at me like that made my hands shake a little bit. "That's called being sedated. That's the only thing they're gonna give you here." I said, trying to switch the topic. "I don't think it's quite simple as that." He said, staring right through me. How could he read some parts of me so well already?

He got up and took his t-shirt and a pajama for sleeping, along with his stuff to wash himself. He was heading to the washroom down the hallway that the whole ward shared. I sat in silence, ignoring his last sentence. He slid through the gap of the door instead of opening it fully. It's no doubt this boy has a difficult mind to understand. I changed into my sleeping clothes. I put on my t-shirt, feeling the feshly soft fabric press against my skin, letting my arms breathe. My arms carried a story of a kind too, well actually only one arm. Its wrist carried a story that has been repeated a few times to reach for an unreachable pain relief. A break from everything. I've tried to die three times since being in here. Only once it was close, and It was last time. Seeing the people on his ward percieve me the way I show them my toughness, would only bring them a thought that I sometimes I too get manicly depressed and driven off the edge.

I snuggled under the puffy covers and turned off the light on my nightstand, not touching Taehyung's lamp. I felt myself drift off to sleep pretty quickly. As I was somewhere between the awake state and sleep, I heard Taehyung enter the room. Too tired to move, I laid almost asleep and carefully listened to his soft steps. He was so careful not to wake me up that it almost made me smile. He laid down and turned off the lamp the quietest way he could as he snuggled under the covers too and let out a light breath before drifting off to sleep. A very peaceful and unusual moment it was.

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The sound of light steps was replaced by a rushed voice from Jiyu to wake me up for my art activity program. "C'mon, Ji. Wake up." She said and softly nudged my arm. "Ugh, I'm coming." I said and opened my eyes, immediately turning my head to the right. Taehyung was not sleeping. He wasn't even in the room. His bed has been perfectly made as I assumed he was already waiting for the art therapy. Jiyu exited the room once she saw me get up. I put on some random clothes, barely able to keep my eyes open. I sighed and went with my fingers through my bangs to brush them. I walked outside and looked to my left. I walked into the art activities room and immediately noticed Taehyung reading a letter.

Thursdays we get the mail, letters or any other kind of a dearly written document. But I decided roughly around 3 years ago to not look at them. Not open them. To me tgey always seemed so desperate and even more depressing. I don't accept visitation either. I wanted to build a life here, as miserable as that sounds, but building myself up (or down) like this, was a way for me to grow up. So all the letters are placed in the storage room with all the files, collecting dust. Taehyung smiled looking upon his letter, making me extremely curious. I walked over to him, to sit on the only seat that was not taken, opposite him. "Hey." He said with a bright smile. Somehow, I noticed it seemed fake because that's wasn't how his real smile looked like. But why did I remember that detail about him? There's no doubts he was an interesting man to observe. Only observe. Because he's so frustrating as a person and mysterious, so there's no doubt that people wouldn't be drawn to him. Even me."Who sent you a letter that makes you act all weird about it?" I asked in a disgusted tone. He sent me a teasingly judgemental look before speaking. "Oh, It's from my girlfriend." He said it casually with a soft smile, staring into my eyes. You know, there are words that make your heart sink just like that, but feeling that way made me question why was I feeling that, right in that moment, and why so sudden. And why him? Why does my heart feel like this? And why do I even keep his soft steps in my mind? Could a person influence you this much in such a short time?

"What's it say?" I nervously asked, leaning over. He folded the letter in half and put it in his pocket. "You're very nosy." He commented. "It's my girlfriends letter. So It's private." He said, still keepig his hands in his pockets. "Of course you have a girlfriend." I mumbled under my breath, somehow feeling that was predictable about him. He was a handsome young man who had an idiot like personality that had its own charm so why wouldn't girls fall for him? "You roll your eyes a lot." He spoke, smiling at me. "Only because you annoy me." I said when our therapy teacher handed us the smooth papers. "You're annoyed I have a girlfirend or-" He tried to speak but out of fear I cut him off. "You wish." I scoffed and took a pencil out of the old metal can.

What's something so interesting about that letter that he keeps staring at it? What could his girlfriend possibly say?

part 3

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 33)

"Just Listen... Remember."

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The water is warm as Colson and Luna make-out in the shower. They're trying to squeeze a quickie in before going to Sunday Brunch.

Careful of her gunshot wound, he runs his hands all over her wet body as she firmly strokes his oversized cock. He can only take it so long before he spins her around, pulling her hips out as she leans into the wall. He runs his large hand over her ass ❗SLAP❗ He hits her hard to her delight.

Moaning, she tells him "Fuck me." With that he slides carefully into her tight pussy.

"Unhhh!!!! You feel so fucking GOOD!!" He calls out, gripping her wet hair. They fuck each other like it's their last time. Hard and passionately. Slamming into each other, panting. He grips her hips tightly, feeling her clench around his hard cock.

"Ready?" She begs, slamming into him.

He grips her harder, telling her "DO IT!" as they both cum. Bodies tingling.

He then pulls her up into his arms. Holding her loosely to be careful of her wound, letting the warm water continue to cascade over them as they catch their breath.

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Dressed in a flowing, blue printed dress, littered in jelwery, with chunky ankle boots. Luna, Colson and Casie meet Luna's grandmother Pattie and her friends for brunch at Poppy+Rose. It's not long before Emma joins them.

They enjoy breakfast and mimosas as Casie gushes to her mom about "How cool!!" yesterday was, bouncing around with excitement. Emma smiles, listening to her excited little girl. Pleased with Luna's thoughtfulness towards her daughter.

"She was such a delight!" Pattie tells Emma regarding Casie.

"MOM!!! I MET BEYONCÉ!!!" She interrupts the women, pulling a peice of cardboard out of her bag. It's littered with the autographs of famous women. Casie points out Beyoncé's.

Shocked, Emma looks at Colson then Luna. "Really???" She asks, amused.

"YEAH! And RiRi is even COOLER than we thought, Mommy!!" Pointing on the cardboard to her autograph. Casie looks at her mom "Luna's friends with Rihanna, so I get to call her RiRi." She tells her with sass. Emma catches Luna's eye. Both beaming at each other as they and the other grown ups erupt into laughter.

Susan reaches over to Casie to check out her prized cardboard. "Now, THAT'S punk." She declares to the little girl's content.

They continue talking about the video shoot.

After a while Casie and Emma have to leave to catch their flight. Luna and Emma hugging warmly, as Luna thanks her for letting Case be involved. Bending down, Luna then thanks Casie for being in her video.

"I'M IN IT!!!" She shouts, eyes wide. Making her parents look at her.

Luna laughs "Yes, Silly. Remember when you were walking with all of us holding the sign?"

"Yeah?!" She asks intrigued with wide eyes.

"We were shooting then." She tells her grinning.

"THHHAT'S SOOO COOL!!!!! THANK YOU, LUNA!! THAT'S SO COOL!!! I LOVE IT!!" Casie shouts out again, diving into a laughing Luna, hugging her tight. Luna squeezes her back through the pain as she lays dozens of kisses on her cheek.

Pattie had been happily watching her granddaughter, until she sees her wince under Casie's weight.

As Colson walks them out, Luna hears Casie tell her parents, holding their hands. "I, was in a MUSIC VIDEO with Beyoncé. NOT DAD. MY friends are gonna think I'm SO cool...."

Luna grins, sliding back into her seat, turning to the 5 women staring at her. "What's uuuup?" She asks them, laughing.

"That was really sweet to watch, Loons." Joni speaks first.

Debbie looks at her in dismay. "Don't tell me you're fucking conforming." She says with a smirk.

"Never." Luna laughs reassuring her.

Pattie cuts the bullshit. "What happened to your shoulder, Luna?" Her grandmother asks her bluntly.

Luna sheepishly looks at her Mom-Mom, sighing. "I got shot on the ICE job." She says reluctantly. Colson has returned to the table.

"And I'm JUST finding out now, Luna ADELAIDE Smith?" She says sternly using her full name. Pattie's friends are quiet.

Luna looks down at her hands in her lap. Colson reaches for her hand. Looking up "I'm sorry, Mom-Mom." She says apologizing. "It was late, I took care of it and I didn't want to worry you."

"You know that's no excuse, Luna." She states firmly. "What else don't I know?"

Besides being worried about meeting Casie, Colson's never seen Luna look so intimidated. "FUCK." He thinks to himself. Holding Luna's hand under the table.

Looking around the table. She knows she can trust these women. "I shot a cop." Luna says lowly, looking her grandmother in the eye.

Pat doesn't flinch. She had been listening to the words of The City and already knew the details. "Kill 'em?" She's still stern with pursed lips. Keeping steady eye contact with her granddaughter.

"No. Knee shot." Her fingers are interlaced into Colson's, squeezing his hand. Anxiety reliever, she reminds herself.

"And YOU?"

"Through and through."

"Dr?" Knowing Luna is smart enough to keep herself off the radar.

"Two." This satisfies Pattie a bit

"Antibiotics?"

"Yes."

"So, you're okay?" Pattie softens.

"Yes, Mom-Mom." Luna tells her quietly.

"You should have fucking told me, Luna." She states, flashing back to firm.

Luna sighs. "I know, Mom-Mom. I'm sorry. Never again." She reaches across the table to squeeze her grandmother's hand with her free one.

Pattie knows she's referring to honesty, not danger. She squeezes her back with a smile and soft eyes. "Well, now that, that's settled..." She turns to the group.

Annie interrupts her. "I think it's safe to say, Deb's worries about Loons conforming are out the window!!" Luna and The Women laugh to Colson's confusion.

The rest of their time is light and enjoyable. Mimosas dripping. Before parting ways, Luna and Colson make plans with Luna's grandmother to come to NY for dinner after his show in NC. Hugs, kisses and love are exchanged. Pattie looks into Luna's eyes. Firmly stating, lowly enough for only to her to hear "Never again.". Luna nods. Before hugging and kissing her grandmother good bye.

Each of the women privately cheer Luna's rebellion with their goodbyes. "Keep fighting the Good fight." Being their overall message.

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In Colson's Rover they both let out a sighfull "FUCKKK..." in unison. Looking at each other and laughing. Luna fires up a joint.

"You're Mom-mom is hardcore." He releases.

"I know. Here, we need these." She says passing him the joint before sparking another. Both with their own on the way back to Colson's.

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At Colson's, after A Drink, A Smoke, A Chat and A Fuck, they're back in the studio. He wants to play her Hotel Diablo in full again. She knows the titles and lyrics now, after listening and watching him work as he finished pulling the album and its contents together. It had been a pleasure to watch him. Grabbing shots with her camera along the way.

"Just listen, remember?" He smiles at her.

She's on the couch again, like the first time he played it for her. Only with a beer instead of water. He watches her intently, from his same spot, chin in his hand, as the album begins. It opens up with Sex Drive. She LOVES the beat he created with The Marks. She drips from his fire on el Diablo, moving with its beat, like the first track. The Chester homage still hits hard on Hollywood Whore. Glass House and Burning Memories nail her in her gut. Just like the first time. And again, she's visibly relieved by Pete's entrance onto the album. Colson smiles as she laughs, smiling up at him as she runs her index finger along her cheek. Wiping stray tears from the previous songs.

She's moving again to Floor 13 and is bobbing to Roulette. Truck Norris comes on. Remembering that night, she laughs hard, high-fiving Colson. Death in My Pocket makes her climb onto his lap again, kissing him sweetly. While during Candy, she grinds against him, reciting the dark lyrics to him playfully. Still on his lap, she pulls back from the change as I Think I'm Okay comes on. After chair dancing on him through the acoustic part, she pulls him out of the chair with her to sing, jump and dance around together. Kissing happily.

As 5:3666 starts, they flop on the couch together, Luna wincing.

Colson hands her a beer, wanting her to catch this next part. To his pleasure she does, seeing another tear drop for the track before. As 5:3666 fades out to his voice questioning himself, you hear a door open and heels walk across a room.

"This is different." She thinks, noticing it wasn't there before.

Luna's head whips over to him with wide eyes as she hears her voice say "Come to bed, Bunny.... Please". He agrees before her heels walk out and he sets down a razor blade. Door closing behind them. The album then flows into Bad Things.

"Seriously?" She looks at him, her blue eyes, sparking brilliantly. Red painted lips open in shock. She climbs on top of him. Kissing him all over his mouth and neck, making him laugh. The sound of them singing together, plumping her pussy as she grinds into his hard cock to their beat.

"It's not finished." He tells her, laughing, through wet kisses as she pulls his pants off. Sliding her panties over, she seperates her wet lips and slides him into her, inch by inch, as he sings to her over the track 🎶And your my drug🎶Breathe you into my face numb🎶 This makes her buck against him hard, head back, pushing her tits against him.

After a moment, she looks into his eyes replying with the track 🎶What can I say🎶It's kismet, ain't it🎶 She rides him, as she giggles in delight, He squeezes her tits over her dress. Her hips controling his dick. Feeling them both close and knowing the end of the song, he flips her over, carefully onto her back, on the couch. Throwing her left leg over his shoulder, he takes long, deep strokes. Making her quiver. Pushing hard inside of her, he STOPS.

"Listen." He demands. Luna tries to focus while his dick is buried in her guts. Bad Things leads into the end of the album with a door opening again. Boots and heels walking. A car door creeks open, his voice saying, "Get in, Kitten." to a loud kiss. The car door slams closed, boots walk again. The car door creaks open again in the background. The Boots stop. Car door slamming before it's engine revs up and peels out to Sex Drive.

Luna's whole body is pulsating. Her pussy clenching around his cock. She drops her one leg, wrapping both around his waist. "Oh Bunnny..." Is all she can say, sticking out her bottom lip before pulling him into a deep kiss. Throbbing inside of her, they thrust to the beat. Looking into each other's eyes, kissing passionately. Moving slowly for the first time. Both enjoying every long inch of him inside of her. It doesn't take much, just a few smooth, full pushes before they cum together happily, as usual.

"This is IT." Both of them knowing their destiny and truth.

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To be continued....

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