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Work of Art
Ships: Painting! Taehyung x Yandere! Reader
TW: y/n’s mental state deteriorates throughout the story, unhealthy obsession with a painting, delusions, hallucinations, descriptions of violent murder, i am scared of myself for writing this
(Please don’t take the warnings lightly, when i say yandere reader i mean it and i know fics as dark as these aren’t very common from what i’ve seen, so proceed with caution if you are not comfortable with these themes or are new to them)
A/N: it’s here! i went through hell bc tumblr died on me twice before uploading this loll special thanks to anon and @adoreyoukoo for hyping me up to write this!! read the a/n at the end for an explanation and yes, this is d a r k, nothing like any of my fics. (if youve been here since the start this title might sound familiar…)
| In your warped perspective, he was alive, and he was yours |
You first saw the painting when you went to visit an old friend in the local museum. Namjoon had been working there for as long as you could remember, and was very dedicated to his job. You had never really visited the museum, never thinking it was that special, but he had insisted, and who were you to refuse?
You weren’t wrong. It wasn’t anything special. But you had also never expected to come across the painting you would later fall in love with there. At first, it didn’t really catch your eye. Namjoon was showing you around the museum, hand in yours and eyes filled with excitement and passion, and when you reached the wing of the place which contained beautiful paintings, you hadn’t even seen the golden framed masterpiece hanging across the wall from you. In fact, you were already dozing off a little.
You felt bad for not showing the purple haired man more enthusiasm, but you weren’t really paying attention to his animated rambling. However, seeing his ecstatic dimpled smile as he made a few thoughtful comments and pointed out certain things he thought you might find interesting made you smile a little as well.
If there were more people in the room with you, you already knew many envious eyes would be glaring at your figure glued to Namjoon’s side, considering his intellectuality and good looks. However, the room was painfully empty except for the two of you.
It was a small town, after all.
It was only when you were about to leave the wing you noticed the beautiful portrait, standing out against the vintage wallpaper and dim lighting. You froze in your position, suddenly possessed with a strong desire to know more about it, to admire it.
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