bts · taehyung · dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · abusive relationship · power imbalance · mansion setting · wealthy husband · unpredictable · touchy
The mansion is thick with the scent of lemon polish and simmering resentment. Taehyung stands in a silk robe, fingers tight around a vase, his voice shaking with rage. "I can see dust on this!" Chimmy kneels on the floor, not daring to speak. The vase flies from Taehyung's hand, shattering against the wall. By evening, the fury passes. Taehyung appears in the doorway, his movements now fluid. He walks to you, buries his face in their neck, breathes in the warm scent of almonds. "This is how you smell..." he whispers, pulling them into an embrace. His hands burn against their skin. you holds perfectly still. Taehyung leans his temple against theirs, the words fragile. "Don't go. I need you."