The Poisonous Flower~
Prologue
If I ask you, to think of a flower... Which flower would you think of?
Rose.. Marigold.. Or Jasmine??
How many of you would thought about a poisonous one?..
If I'm not wrong, many of us can't even name, a single poisonous flower.
It's the truth that we can't deny... Ever.
If we talk about cherishing the flowers. Surely...
Humans and butterflies both do and that with all of their hearts.
But, when it comes to the Poisonous one?.
No one cherishes, whether it's us or the butterflies..
Let me introduce you to the butterflies~
A butterfly who is ready to burn himself for his love, his devotion... his poisonous flower!
And the second butterfly~
A butterfly who is ready to burn this fvking world for his love, his obsession... his poisonous flower!
But wait! How can I forget to introduce the one for whom they are ready to do this all!
A flower.. Oh my apologies!
A poisonous flower that doesn't let anyone come near himself, even the beautiful butterflies~
But even if they still dare to do so...
then the only outcome will be...
Now, only the mighty lord knows which one will win...
The poison of the Poisonous flower...
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : This story is purely Taekook story, I repeat Purely TAEKOOK
• Love triangle
• Top Jungkook(¿switch?)
Main ship—Taehyung x Jungkook
Side ships—Namjoon x Seokjin
Yoongi x ???
Jimin is only the second lead here, still you'll get to see some Vmin moments even though it will be one-sided.
• Remember this story is Tae-centric... (the story will revolve around Taehyung.) •
If you too have second lead syndrome be ready to cry🐑(◍•ᴗ•◍)
I'm really bad at giving prologues, so... Just give it a try if you're in slow burn.
Hope you understand. If you have any doubts, you can ask me...
CH 1 : Deep Silence
’𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟...
𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝐴 𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜?‘
The sky was beautifully scattering the dim light rays of sundown. Slight red-orange clouds had covered the setting sun.
It was a slightly crowded place. People were coming in and out of the airport. All were busy on themselves or with their known ones.
A man, maybe in between his late twenties or early thirties was coming towards the exit, scrolling his wheeled bags on the polished floor of the airport.
Wearing a scattered-grey sweatshirt with a light brown-pitch pant, he had taken a chocolate brown side-bag. And a white mask that was covering his face along with his hair-bangs.
He was dressed simply yet charming!
Deep almond brown eyes, silky blonde hair, perfectly carved collarbone, smooth honey tanned skin, slender yet manly figure...
Everything 'bout that man was somehow, screamin' just one word 'Perfect'.
Although he was perfect, beyond any odds. But...
But something, was, odd about him, his eyes~
His eyes seemed emotionless without any feelings.
If anyone could see his almond eyes, properly through those hair bangs, he would have been said that, his eyes were so deep~
"𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠."
Many eyes were on him, some filled with envy, some with admiration and some with a tint of wondering~
He just unbothered walked out, took a cab and left from there.
CH 1 - Part II
After sometimes he was in front of a huge mansion. The mansion was big enough, but it seemed like the mansion had been abandoned, disowned for consecutive 9 or 10 years.
He opened the main entrance gate of that mansion, which was covered with a thick layer of dust and slight rust, like no one had even touched that gate for years...
That blonde was staring at the Mansion deeply, affectionately, thinking about some memories? Well who knows...
Soon he walked on that thin stony path, with dry leaves scattered here and there and entered the Mansion.
Then that blonde dropped his side bag on the sofa of the main hall, covered with all white plain sheets.
And he silently started wandering in the mansion with his slow steps.
No sign of anticipation or despair or anything, seemed to be appeared on his face.
He just unmodulated stared at the room, walls, pictures, some paintings hanging there, and on everything.
The mansion was in Deep Silence, so deep that even if someone drops a coin there, then its noise would be enough to make one's ear numb.
The only sound that was roaming in the mansion was that blonde's footsteps and the rustling sounds of air passing through the old, thick curtains of the Mansion, covered with thin layer of dusts.
The sound of his slow footsteps stopped when he reached a particular room that was all dusty.
He extended his hands and started removing those white dusty sheets that were covered upon things.
Instantaneously, his eyes diverted to the old drawer near the bed. There was an old photo frame kept upon it.
The pic was covered with dust, yet it seemed like, that just a mere glance of it, rushed the trail of memories in the blonde's mind.
He extended his hands to take the frame, and he started caressing that pic with his thumb.
He maybe or maybe not tried to hide his emotions with that blank expression of his face. But-
Alas! He was unable to stop that tear that sneakily rolled down on his cheeks. His deep expressionless, blank eyes were wet for some unknown reason.
For some moments he closed his eyes and let those tears slowly flow down on his cheeks.
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