Taehyung’s breath is bated, bile rising in his throat as he stares at the messy, blood red words hastily written on his bathroom mirror. He feels the walls closing in on him, dread and fear is all he can feel. Someone was in here, someone who knew him well enough to know his name.

‘𝘠𝘖𝘜’𝘙𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘌, 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘦’

this is all i got 😭 i have a lot of fest fics n work n stuff so maybe ill work on it next yr???