𝐴 𝐿 𝑀 𝑂 𝑆  𝑇   𝐻 𝑂 𝑀 𝐸
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taehyung took a quick sip of his tea. yoongi's eyes followed the slow bob of his adam's apple.

"what's your name?"

taehyung startled a bit. "oh? me—no, of course its me—you can, you can call me, um—"

"i'm sorry if that's too forward," yoongi breathed. "i'm a stranger. i get it if you don't want to tell me personal info about yourself."

taehyung blinked. yoongi's mouth stretched too far to the right, like he was trying to unfold a smile. it was uncomfortable to watch.

"i'm taehyung," he offered, mostly because yoongi's mouth was not a piece of laundry. "you can call me tae."

yoongi hummed. "tae."

he spoke his name like it was a revelation.

or in which textbook tortured artist, kim taehyung, just wants a full night's rest and min yoongi just wants someone to touch him like he's human. between the two of them, they figure it out.

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DISCLAIMER: this is a fanfiction, meaning the characters in this book are based off of real people.

trigger warnings include; mature themes, graphic depictions of violence, depictions of severe mental illnesses, suicidal ideation, references to child neglect, disturbing imagery

special thanks to my editor and brother _picturesque

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