aesthetichobi030 - Tumblr blog

[aesthetichobi030]

mine- a taehyung fc

☼ Pairings: Taehyung x reader

✰ WARNING: yandere themes, blood, abusive behavior. 

↠ A/N: I DO NOT condone and glamorize the behaivor shown in my posts. This is only for the purpose of illustration, and to spread awarness. 

“Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   Part #1

      The un-fazed crowd in Seoul was at an all time high this morning. You could practically hear their sorrow complaints just by reading the momentum of their faces. All frowning, in despair of their job and their income. This didn’t move me- of course, it takes a hell lot to move my emotional expressions. Besides, with both of my parents dead in a ditch, and my foster family in debt, you can’t go lower. 

I also just don’t give two shits. No one here is satisfied with what they have, which makes humans the most selfish species in the entire planet. We take, but we never give back. We get so much, yet we throw adult tantrums. Honestly, they can fuck themselves. Regarding my life- my job is right next to a spirit n’ liquor store, which is unfortunate when drunk grandpas beg and cry for sex. It’s almost embarrasing, but who am I to judge? I’ve done terrible things to, so the best way I avoid confrentation is to just ignore those bastards. 

I work at a medical clinic, as a neurosurgeon. It can be a pain sometimes when I’m given projects and patients on the daily, but hell, I’m getting insane money for it. I live in paradise, and I’d prefer to live alone. People- in general, scare me. They’re greedy and they reek emotions. All of them, they think expressing emotions will bring others to their knees, but we both know that it’ll never happen. Working in this position is hard work, and without this job, I wouldn’t be living in paradise. I wouldn’t be living the life I wanted to live in, which is why I’d rather obey and listen instead of rebelling. I don’t have the energy to rebel and storm out of a clinic with several hallways- I’ll probably come back and beg and cry like the drunk men in the liquor store. The easiest way out is to just listen and obey, even though they’re all pricks in a nice-man’s outfit. 

Most of my negative energy goes to my boss. Taehyung is his name. Kim Taehyung. He’s one of the richest people in the entire world, but he’s also one of the most annoying assholes living on earth. Kudos to him. He has no sympathy for anyone, and he gives work as it spawns off the palm of his own hands. His face is intimidating, so don’t even bother trying to get on his “good side”. I don’t think he has one, I think his heart is a void of all his cherished pride he’s gotten from lying and scaring. Taehyung works on the highest floor, the floor where you’d be called “the best” if you were sent to work up there. His office is stacked with papers, in alphabetical order. They’re all in a single stack, located near both corners of his desk. His office is as big as two rooms in my mansion, which says a lot about his position. Even I, the emotionless lunatic, is intimidated by him. His hooded eyes just stare into your soul, making it almost impossible to break eye contact. Say anything questionable, and you’re gone. Do anything questionable, and you’re also gone. 

However, with that being said, it’s no doubt that this man has ladies masturbating to him. He’s intimidating but can get very....personal. This is why I avoid him, he would just make any woman fall in love, only to become a heartbroken idiot when they’re fired for “being slow”.  I don’t have room for that stuff, so I’d rather keep my eyes on my own path to success. 

The only flaw in my head, was thinking that working here would be the best option. It’s just Taehyung’s playground, and we’re the ones running from him, the chaser. Like dolls, being placed upright and controlled by every move. Like a device, being asked to take in information and spew millions out. If we stop working, then he’ll throw us away in the trash and buy a new and advanced one. Once he singles you out, you have nowhere to escape. You either stay in the horrid job, or you quit and lose everything as his token of thanks. Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?