#plus i accidently slammed it against something while trying to get a single bottle out of a 6 pack at the shop

[depoteka]

guys remind me later not to touch any crochet hooks this weekend to give my hand some rest

[tomdiddlyumptious]

i know youre just as obsessed with the save your tears song as me, please make a fic with peter of it🙏🏾😭

lololol sorry i got this a while ago, but yes. i have an unhealthy obsession with this song. 

P.P~ Save Your Tears

warnings: none?? language??

words- 1.8k

You and peter...you and peter were special. When there was peter, there was you. No matter where you went, no matter where he went, you both were with each other, until you werent. 

“Y/n, i love you but i need this college, it means so much to me, tony wants me to go-” “tony wants you to go? He matters more then me? Peter ive been with you since forever” you said, tears pooling from your eyes, standing up in his room while he sat on his bunkbed- his cheeks and nose red as he looked at you. “So this is what its about, making tony proud? What about me peter? What about me?!” you waited for his answer, but when he didnt say anything, you just gave him an empty, sad look, a shocked look,”so this is it, huh? You go to college and you leave me and may in shitty new york, and for what?” you chuckled, “to make your” you did quote on quote “dad proud?” he became angered, staring daggers at you. “He cares about you but i clearly care more, you wouldnt even be thinking about college if it wasnt for me. Youd be stuck as spiderman still trying to make him proud!” you laughed.

“Peter, did you hear what i said, “STILL PROUD”. He doesnt even give you fuckin validation. You know what. Fuck you, have fun in missouri, i hope you make him proud” you said, stomping out and slamming the door behind you, power walking out and accidently ignoring may with your own crowded thoughts while you walked out.

But that was 2 years ago. 

You went to a college in Atlanta, peter long forgot, you and ned decided to go together. So there was a huge party in Atlanta, Harry knew about it causing Peter to know about it too. 

“Yeah theres this huge party in atlanta and i wanted to go” he said, in the kitchen of the apartment, eating chips as he looked at peter, who had his textbook in his hands and his glasses on, he looked at harry “your going out of state...just for a stupid party?” he said, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah i go every year,” “and your telling me this….for?”

“I want you to come with me” harry smiled, walking over and hopping on the couch while peter set his text book on the coffee table “i dont think so” he said, “oh come on! The most baddest chicks are their peter! And you need to get over y/n-” “shut up, harry” peter looked at him with a clenched jaw, your name was his kryptonite, making him weak in his stomach and his knees woozy as if they were gonna fall out. “Look, your doing it again” harry called him out. “Ive dated her for over 7 years harry, what am i supposed to do, toss her in the trash?” “Yes actually” he shrugged, making peter grumble before taking off his glasses and setting them down. “i’ll think about it” “i’ll pack your bag” harry did a quick grin at him before standing up and tossing the chips at peters chest. 

So there they are, moving into another apartment for three days, only taking out a few pairs of clothes and leaving it on the bed. “Party is tomorrow, we need drinks and stuff” “if its a huge party what do we need to buy stuff for?” peter asked, harry said, “You're too innocent” before walking off. 

“Ned! I do not need a plus one!” “it wont be a plus one it’ll be a plus two!” “im not going in there as a throuple” you turned to him, he didnt want you to look lonely inside of the party, so why not just go on an open date with betty and him? Because it weird, or thats atleast what you thought. You picked out your dress, your body has changed since senior year, making your curves more evident, which you didnt mind, it was nice. The dress was quite tight in the right places, making you feel confident, you asked betty how it looked, she said if she was a lesbian shed try to dig, which was unusual for someone like her to say that, but youd take it. “Are you sure, y/n?” he asked, genuinely, you turned to him and sincerely nodded. “Yes, thank you” 

And so there it was, harry and peter went to buy the drinks, two bottles of each just for home, which harry made peter try, peter wasnt pleasant but harry said hed need it. 

So there the party was, harry helping peter pick something out, making sure it wasnt too “nerdy” which ended up in harry having to give peter something to wear, an oversized orange shirt and jeans, a black hat backwards and some of peters normal shoes, vans. “Im proud of my creation” harry said while they both looked in the mirror, peter sighed in disgust “i hate you” “love you too bud” 

You and ned got ready, helping him out with which colognes he should use, you made him help you out with the makeup, it was a simple black dress but there was no harm in trying to pop it out, “red” “red? Are you sure? Does it bring out my skin??” you said, he nodded “wear it! And hurry! We have to pick up betty!”

It was 9 o’clock, the party already started as you and your best friends pushed past people to get something to drink, but one drink turned into two, and then to three, and then continuing on. Ned ended up with red lipstick and lip marks all over his face and a tie around his eyes, everyone cheering him on when he was in a drinking competition with the famous gregory, of course ned won, making the boys chant his ned “ned ned ned ned!” and you were in the front row with betty, a red cup in your hand and everyone letting out a deep “wooooo!” and whistles when ned stuck his arms out in the air before taking the tie off, you laughed as the party stopped the challenges and it was dancing time, so betty pulled you to the dance floor, you let out an “ahhh!” as in you didnt wanna dance but she gave you a stern look “loosen up” she smiled, dancing around and her grin widened when you started to slowly loosen up, drinking the forbidden juice in your cup before you threw it wherever.

Peter and harry finally arrived, drinks in hand as he looked around, “there really is hot chicks” peter said making harry laugh hysterically before grabbing a cup for peter. “Just make sure you leave before i do” “yuck” harry passed the cup to peter, and he took a sip, his throat burning before he looked at harry “dont give up, the party has just started! I have to use the bathroom” harry walked off, peter looked around at the different sections, he could sit on the couch but there was people making out there, he could join some of the shot gunning but it was clear they were already thirty drinks in, which left him to the dance floor. 

Dancing in the crowded hall, stood you, as before, his stomach turned and his knees felt woozy as his mouth slightly opened, it was really you. Your hips moving loosely with a huge smile on your face, you looked so much more happier without him, he started to feel bad, his mind coming to memories before you caught him looking at you, making your movements falter. Your mouth open with shock, a single tear coming down your face before he called out your name, you ignored him walking the other way. “Dammit!” he said, placing down the cup he didnt need before pushing past people, he could see the back of your head, he groaned when a girl pushed him “watch where your going dumbass!” she said, peter ignored her and came upstairs still following you, now into an empty hallway “Y/N!- Y/N- i know you can hear me theres literally nobody else in this fucking hallway!” he said, his walking stopped as yours did to, you looked back at him, turning to him. “Please” you made eye contact with him, your face empty as no words came out of your mouth, you walked to him, a hopeful smile on his face, until you walked passed him, your shoulder thumping against his that made him fall, he looked back at you and furrowed his eyebrows, his heart shattered in pieces as he swore he heard it break like glass, it was already cracked. 

You could have asked him why he broke your heart

You could've told him that you fell apart

But you walked past him like he wasn't there

And just pretended like you didn't care.

He ran away from you and now it was your turn, you told yourself not to cry, to save your tears for another day, or for another, he wasnt worth it, at least thats what you told yourself. He watched as you disappeared, sadness engulfing him as he sat against the wall. “Fuck” he ran his hands through his hair before he looked your direction again, tears threatning to roll down his cheeks as he couldnt believe that happened, but it was his fault, and once he noticed that, he broke down in tears.

he made you think that he would always stay

He said some things that he should've never said

 He broke your heart like someone did to his, 

And now you won't love him for a second time.

He didnt know it would make you cry when he ran away, he didnt even know why he ran away. He wanted to chase after you, for you to take him back because this time he really wanted to stay, two years, much too late. He didnt deserve you, you deserved better, not someone who left you for someone he didnt even talk to anymore, tony. 

“Save your tears, y/n” you told yourself, but you couldn't take it, you ran to your car and opened the door, getting in the driver's seat you cried, slamming the door shut as your back hunched and you hit the hunk, kicking and hitting the steering wheel until you couldn't anymore, tears ruining your makeup as you looked at yourself through the rear view, your hair a mess, your eyeliner ruined, you, ruined. you couldn't save your tears, you couldn't save them for another day, or another. Peter, the love of your life, ran away, and you cant love him again, because, he broke you.

[jackoftradesmakescontent]

The Seven Friendly Sins Chapter 2

The sun rose on the horizon and Richard went through his morning ablutions. The first day of work. He knew he would be in rough shape for the day, so he packed plenty of energizing snacks and bucketloads of coffee and water.

With himself and his cat fed and watered for the day, Richard made to leave the house. Of course, Jade objected to her human abandoning her for more than a few hours. With his hand on the door and the cat sulking somewhere, Richard paused. He turned back into the house and called out.

“Hey! Be nice to Jade while I’m gone, alright?”

And then he was gone.

The drive to work passed in a haze of music, coffee, and asphalt. He was introduced to his coworkers, a theatre troupe’s technical support, and led on a tour. It was familiar enough that he was able to get the gist of what he needed even through the fog in his sleep deprived mind.

Before he could start the actual work of assembling the set for the theater’s upcoming play, his boss pulled him aside.

“Hey, just wanted to make sure you’re good today.” The scruffy man, Vincent his mind supplied, looked worried. “You look a bit rough.”

Richard waved him off. “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

Vincent looked unconvinced, but let Richard go to work anyway. He was given easy, menial tasks, both as a first day hazing and no doubt due to the dark bags under his eyes. Counting and sorting screws and bolts by length and width, playing Tetris with the various hand and power tools to make them all fit snugly in their drawers, and similar tedious jobs that no one liked to do. Still, Richard felt that he had acquitted himself well for the circumstances. He bid the others goodbye as his shift ended. The drive home was identical to the drive to work, but in the opposite direction.

Jade, of course, greeted Richard at the door with an indignant yowl demanding attention. He crouched down to scratch the jet black cat behind her ears.

“Hey. Those nice ghosts keep you company while I was gone?” Jade purred under his ministrations.

“Yes we did.”

Richard swore, startled, and scrambled to stand. He darted his eyes back and forth, but there was nobody else in the hall with him. The voice had been a quiet murmur, but seemed to have been said right into his ear. He shook his head, pounding heart slowly returning to its usual beat.

“Well… Thanks.”

There was no response save Jade winding her way between Richard’s legs. He sighed, rubbing his face, and carefully walked his way into the kitchen, mindful of his cat underfoot.

Richard engaged in one of his more productive methods of stress relief: Baking. Before the day was out, there was a loaf of banana bread cooling on the counter, a rack of cookies stuffed full of chocolate, and a stack of fruit-filled pancakes getting buttered.

“Breakfast for dinner. Heh. Dad’d love to hear how I take after him.”

At the thought of his father, Richard caved in to the nostalgia and quickly fried up a few eggs to sandwich between the pancakes.

“There we go. Dad sandwich. Now where’d I put the syrup…” Richard began searching through his cupboards until he heard a scraping sound on the countertop. He saw the syrup bottle slide to a stop next to his plate of food. “Woah. Thanks. Man, who’d have thunk being haunted would be so nice?”

The only answer was the sound of furniture being upturned in the other room. Richard disregarded the crashes and thumps and tucked into his food. It was gone in an alarmingly short amount of time. He could feel a presence staring at him while he washed the dishes he had made. It was already late, and so, lulled by a stomach heavy with food and an arm full of purring cat, Richard fell asleep quickly.

The next day of work was much smoother. Rested and well fed, Richard was given more arduous tasks, which he accomplished with little fanfare. It was only when Richard was told to haul a toilet from one place to another that anyone commented on his work.

“You sure you’ve got that?” A short, blonde haired man asked. Richard racked his mind until it recalled his name: Cameron.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Richard grunted, hefting the full porcelain throne onto his shoulder.

“Don’t need a hand?”

“Nope. I’ve got it.” Richard began trotting to the place that the toilet was designated for.

“Man.” Cameron sighed. “You’re tougher than I thought. Where do you hide all that muscle?”

Richard shrugged, jostling the toilet enough that he had to stop and resettle it before moving on. “Under all the meat and cheese. I care more about food than I do about my figure. Plus, I’ve got a lot of leverage to throw around.”

“Fair enough, fair enough.”

They reached the platform that the toilet was to be bolted to and Richard set it down where he was directed. Cameron went to work setting the anchors while Richard moved on to the next job. The rest of the day was similar, Richard single handedly hefting eight foot tall panels of wood from one place to another, or helping to move heavy flooring to where it needed to go.

Richard’s muscles were sore when he got home that night, but it was a good ache. The burn of a day well spent. He was grateful for the food he had prepared yesterday to tide him over, even if was just bread.

Even still, tired from work and sated from dinner, Richard found that sleep would not take him. He shifted and turned as much as he could with one arm pinned beneath Jade. Finally, thinking that night would be another sleepless one, Richard made to extract his arm from his cat. However, Jade was being stubborn, and staunchly refused to let up her cushion.

Richard was making to pull Jade off of his arm, but he felt a breeze tousle his hair. Something whispered in his ear, and finally Richard felt his eyes droop under the weight of sleep. He lay himself back down and was vaguely aware of the sensation of fingers running through his hair, and judging by Jade’s purring she was experiencing something similar. The rest of the night passed in sleep.

Richard absolutely did not want to get up in the morning. The blankets weighed heavy on his limbs and he felt as though the mattress was swallowing him up in its soft embrace. However, Jade insisted that she needed to be fed, and so Richard dragged himself from the confines of his bed. The blankets clung to him as far as they could stretch before falling limp onto the floor.

Through the haze of restless sleep, Richard began preparing his breakfast after giving Jade her own. He was chopping an apple, paying little attention to the action and letting muscle memory perform the task for him. This lack of oversight lead to Richard nicking one of his fingers with the knife. It took a few moments for Richard to process this while he continued to chop the apple, but his attention was drawn to it when the knife was yanked out of his hand.

Richard’s head snapped to follow the knife as it went whizzing through the air. “Hey!” The bloodied blade was spinning and bending, dancing in the kitchen. “Hey hey hey hey hey!” Richard grabbed the cutting board, scattering the apple slices, and started swatting at the knife while it tried to shake itself apart.

Eventually Richard walloped the knife hard enough to slam it into the floor. He quickly pinned it underneath the cutting board with his own prodigious body weight. It was still struggling to free itself. “Quit it! Are you trying to kill someone?” The knife gave an extra violent tug, but Richard had it well trapped. “Keep this up and I’m grabbing Jade and going to fetch Miriam, you got me?”

The knife finally stilled. Warily, Richard slipped his hand under the cutting board and gripped the handle. When it didn’t resist, he pulled the utensil out and put it and the board on the counter.

“You fuckers try this shit around Jade and I exorcise this house. I don’t care if you try to pull something on me, but I will make sure you all suffer if you so much as pull a whisker off of my cat.”

The whole house gave a shudder, then fell still.

Sighing, Richard turned back to where he left his apple only to find a blood smeared mess. He checked his finger and only then began to feel the throbbing of the cut along the breadth of his pointer finger, sheeting blood over his hand. He surveyed the room and realized that in his wild swinging at the flying knife, he had flung droplets of his vital fluid all over the kitchen.

Richard dialed his boss and held the phone against his ear with his shoulder while he washed and bandaged his hand.

“Hey Vince, I’m gonna be late today. Had a bit of an accident and I gotta clean it up. Nah, I’m fine, but it made a mess that’s only gonna get harder to clean if I leave it. Alright. Yeah, see you in a bit.”

It took the better part of an hour and most of a roll of paper towels before Richard deemed the kitchen clear of blood spatters, though the walls, counters, and floor bore numerous nicks and scratches from where the knife glanced off of them. He had bandaged his finger and went to work, which was made a bit aggravating from the sensitive appendage, but he worked through it, going late to make up for his tardiness.

On the way home he visited a nearby restaurant supply store and bought garlic, sage, purified salt, and pure silver tableware. He made sure to leave them in his car so that the ghosts in the house could not get to them.

The view when he entered his house was downright childish.

A giant 6 6 6 was drawn in what looked and smelled like blood on the kitchen wall.

Richard sighed, flipped out his personal knife, and slashed across his palm. With the welling blood, the owner of the house improved the smudges on the wall.

It now read 69 69 69.

If the ghosts in the house were going to be childish, Richard was glad to reciprocate. Though cutting his palm was, perhaps, a tad impulsive.

“Today really hates my hand, doesn’t it?” Richard muttered to himself as he bandaged his hand. His first aid kit was in a bathroom, and upon returning to the kitchen, there was a new addition to the blood stained wall. It was also written in blood, but in a much more angular and graceful handwriting.

‘Nice’ the note read.

[ask-omegaverse-bangtan]

Jaehyun's Backstory

(Warning: very slight child abuse)

*Buk-Gu, Daegu, South Korea; 1996*

“You are almost there Ms. Min! Just a little bit further! One last push will do it!” a doctor yells to the woman on the bed and looks at the nurse holding her hand. The woman screams as she pushes, stopping only when a loud cry is heard.

“It’s a boy Ms. Min! You have a son,” the doctor says as he the baby off to be cleaned by a different nurse. When the child is cleaned off and is wrapped in a blanket, he is handed to his mother who cradles him gently.

“Any thoughts on a name ma’am?” the nurse asks, holding a birth certificate in her hands.

“Jaehyun…..lee Jaehyun,” the new mother says, smiling at the child in her arms. As the day goes on, people come and see the new mother and child then three people, two adults and a toddler, comes into the room. The woman on the bed smiles seeing them and watches as the other woman puts the small child on the bed with her.

“Goodness, he is gorgeous. What did you name him Nahyun?” the standing woman asks, cooing at the tiny baby. The woman on the bed, Nahyun, smiles and gently rubs her baby’s cheek with her finger.

“His name is Lee Jaehyun,” she says, looking up from the child then loses her smiles seeing the look on the man’s face.

“You gave him the last name of that man? Why?” the man questions, trying to keep his anger controlled for the, now, two children in the room.

“Because jaehyun has the right to have the last name of his father, oppa. Why can’t you understand that?” Nahyun says, her eyes becoming cold at the words.

“You’re only 20 and now a single mother! Do you have any idea how bad that makes our family look?!” the man yells, moving closer to the bed where the young woman is lying.

“I don’t care if it brings our family shame! I love my son and i WILL take care of him!” the woman yells and all the adults still at the loud crying coming from the tiny baby. Nahyun holds her child and rocks him gently to calm him down then looks up and glares at the man.

“I would like you to leave, oppa. Just you,” she says with bitterness in her voice and watches as the man leaves the room angry.

“I am sorry about him Nahyun. I am sure he didn’t mean that,” the other woman says and looks at the toddler as he crawls to the baby, “Yoongi, what are you doing?”

The toddler, Yoongi, looks at the baby and sits back with his arms open as if to say he wants to hold the small child. Nahyun smiles and helps the small child hold the baby then watches the toddler’s eyes sparkle.

“That’s your little cousin, Yoongi. He’ll need you and your hyung to protect him ok?” Yoongi’s mother says and pats her son’s hair. Yoongi smiles and nods, cradling the baby close to him to keep him safe. The two women smile watching the two in case something happens.

*Buk-Gu, Daegu, South Korea; 2002*

Little bare feet tap against hardwood flooring and a door is pushed open. A tiny body goes into the room and hops on the bed, on top of a figure who is sleeping.

“Mommy, wake up! It’s Jaehyunnie’s birthday!” the tiny child yells, shaking the figure sleeping who only turns, grabbing the child along the way, and cuddles with them.

“Mommy, wake up! I’m being squished!” the little one giggles, wiggling in their mother’s arms. The woman smiles and starts placing kisses all over the child’s face then sits up in the bed.

“Good morning my little Jaehyunnie~. Why are we so excited this morning~?” the woman asks, although she knows the answers then chuckles quietly seeing the small pout form on her child’s lips.

“It’s Jaehyunnie’s birthday mommy. Did you forget?” jaehyun says, still pouting and is scooped into the arms of his mom.

“No, baby. I could never forget my boy’s birthday~. Why don’t we get ready and we’ll go meet auntie, uncle, Junki and Yoongi for breakfast~?” Nahyun questions and smiles as the 6 year old goes to his room. Jaehyun looks through his clothes and pouts trying to find something nice.

“Do you need help Hyunnie?” his mother asks, walking into the room and kneeling down when the child nods, “what about your favorite puppy shirt and some jeans? It is a little chilly so a light jacket as well.”

The 6 year old nods, loving how his mom always knows what to wear and the two finish getting ready together before heading out to the restaurant where they are meeting their family. The young child hops out of the car and holds his mother’s hand tightly as they make their way inside, the aroma of food hitting their noses. “YOONGI HYUNG~!” Jaehyun yells seeing his cousin and he runs into the arms of the other, giggling. The adults and eldest child smile seeing the two hug one another before they all sit down. The youngest child colors on his placement/menu while the adults talk and he swings his little legs back and forth.

“How are things with your boyfriend Nahyun?” Yoongi’s mother asks, sipping on her drink.

“Things are actually wonderful. He loves hearing about Hyunnie……plus we are no longer just dating,” Nahyun says and holds up her hand her left hand to show the engagement ring on her finger. Yoongi’s mother squeals and hugs her sister-in-law while her husband sits in silence, slightly shocked at the news.

“Dear, isn’t that exciting news?” the woman asks, holding the man’s hand with a worried look.

“Will he care for Jaehyun as well? I need to know that not only will you be cared for but your son as well,” Yoongi’s father says, looking at his nephew concerningly. Nahyun pets the boy’s hair and gives a small smile toward her brother.

“He will. Changmin loves Jaehyun just as much as he does me,” the woman says and looks at the menu.

*Months later*

Jaehyun runs around the park with his cousins, giggling and he turns hearing his name.

“Hyunnie, come take pictures now~!” Nahyun yells and waves her son over. She smiles as the 6 year old runs to her and she hugs him close while her new husband walks up. They stand together as the photographer takes pictures of them.

“I’ll be right back Hyunnie. Stay here with Changmin ok?” the woman says and kisses both of their cheeks while she walks over to the bathroom. Jaehyun looks up at his stepfather and tries to hold his hand, but is surprised when it is pulled away.

“Listen here; do not touch me with those dirty hands of yours. Just stay in my line of sight kid,” Changmin says and moves slightly away from the 6 year old. The child looks down and feels a hand on top of his head causing him to look up.

“Do you wanna play at a table Hyunnie?” Yoongi asks his cousin who nods and the 6 year old keeps his hands to himself until the 9 year old grabs it, “come on Hyunnie.”

Nahyun walks out of the restroom and looks to see her husband but not her son which worries her. She walks over to the man talking to his relatives and places a hand on his shoulder making him turn around.

“Honey, where is Hyunnie? Wasn’t he supposed to be with you?” she asks, clearly worried and looking around. “I haven’t seen him,” Changmin says and goes back to talking, making his wife slightly mad. She walks away and hears her son’s giggle then follows it to the source. Nahyun stops and smiles seeing the two kids playing a game together at a table.

“Hi mommy~! Hyunggie is playing with me~!” Jaehyun says noticing his mother and giggles as his hair is ruffled by his cousin. 

*Buk-Gu, Daegu, South Korea; 2006*

“Jaehyunnie, it’s time to get up for school~!” Nahyun yells and walks into her son’s room. She smiles seeing a lump on a bed and she sits down on the said bed. The woman begins to tickle said lump and giggles seeing it spring up from the bed.

“Good morning Hyunnie~” the woman says and leans down the best she can to kiss her son’s forehead. Jaehyun pouts but hugs his mom and rubs her belly.

“Morning mommy, morning baby,” the 10 year old says, still tired from sleep and he goes over to the dresser to get ready for the day. His mother smiles and leaves to go get things ready for him for breakfast. Nahyun looks up from the cupboard when a hand rests on her hip and she smiles seeing her husband standing there.

“Good morning Changmin,” she says and kisses his cheek while turning back to getting the cereal out.

“Morning,” he says back and slowly pours a cup of coffee so he doesn’t spill the contents on to the counter. Jaehyun walks down the stairs in his school uniform and he goes to the kitchen to help his mom finish the breakfast prep. The 10 year old grabs the milk form the fridge and sets it carefully on the counter near his mom.

“Thank you Hyunnie~. Go sit and I’ll bring your food out~” Nahyun says and smiles as the child goes to sit down at the table.

*later on that day*

Jaehyun walks into the house after a long day at school and he sets his backpack in the spot he normally does then goes to the kitchen to get something to drink. He grabs a small bottle of water and carefully opens it so it doesn’t spill. The 10 year old starts taking a sip when, all of a sudden, he trips over his socked feet and tumbles to the ground, his water spilling everywhere. Before the child gets up to clean the spill, the front door opens and Changmin walks in then sees the 10 year old on the floor next to the puddle of water.

“What have you done!?” the man yells and rushes over to the child then harshly grabs the boy’s arm and pulls him up, “why did you spill this?!”

“I-it was an accident! I-I fell!” jaehyun cries and struggles against his stepfather’s grip, knowing it will bruise later. Changmin pulls the child to his room and throws him inside while growling angrily.

“You are not to come out until I say so!” the man yells and slams the door shut. The 10 year old gets onto his bed and hugs his pillow tightly while sobbing. The next time he wakes up, he feels a hand petting his hair and he looks up to see his mom then hugs her tightly with fresh tears falling. Nahyun holds her child close and rubs his back, worried about why the boy is sobbing like he is.

*2 weeks later*

Jaehyun grabs a stool and sits on it as he looks up at his mother who is reading over a recipe.

“You ready to make dinner Hyunnie~?” Nahyun asks then smiles seeing her son nod his head excitedly and they start cooking. As the two finish up plating the food, the door opens and Changmin walks in then freezes seeing the mess in the kitchen with Jaehyun putting a pan into the sink to let it soak.

“Hi honey. Dinner is just about done,” the woman says and goes to kiss his cheek but is shocked when he moves past her toward the 10 year old.

“What the hell did you do you brat!? How dare you make a mess of my beautiful kitchen!” Changmin yells, furious and he begins to hit the child in front of his wife. Nahyun’s eyes widen and she rushes over to the man, despite her big belly.

“Changmin stop it! He is only a child!” she yells and tries to pull her husband away.

“Shut up!” the man yells and pushes her back, slamming her against the wall behind them.

“M-mommy!” jaehyun yells and is slapped by his stepfather.

“Shut up you brat! Why were you even born if all you do is make messes!?” Changmin snarls and he continues to hit the 10 year old. All of a sudden, the man is pushed off the child and they look to see an angry Yoongi standing there.

“Don’t you dare hurt my aunt and cousin again!” the 13 year old screams and starts attacking his step-uncle again. Nahyun grabs Yoongi and jaehyun then rushes out of the house toward her car and drives off.

*At the hospital*

Yoongi sits in the room with his aunt and cousin, scowling and he gets up from the chair when the door opens and a police officer walks in with his parents right behind him. The 13 year old hugs his mother and looks back as he is taken out to be questioned by a different officer.

“Mrs. Jung, do you think you could explain what happened?” the officer asks sitting next to the bed where the woman was lying in.

“i-I don’t know. My son and I were making dinner when my husband came home. He saw the mess and started hitting my son,” Nahyun says, tears falling down her face as she looks over at the other bed where her 10 year old child is sleeping with bandages on his face and right arm and a sling on his left arm.

“Mrs. Jung, we won’t let your husband come near the three of you. You have my word,” the officer says and offers a small smile as he leaves. The woman looks over at her child again while rubbing her pregnant belly.

“I will protect both of you. I swear it on my life,” she says and closes her eyes trying to get some rest.

*Seoul, South Korea; October 2017*

Jaehyun opens his eyes and looks around the room. The 21 year old sits up in his bed and rubs his eyes then hears the loud, annoying ringing of his cell phone. He picks it up and answers the video call.

“Hey mom,” he says and gives a smile at the woman on the phone. “Hi Hyunnie, how is Seoul treating you? Have you made any friends yet?” Nahyun asks from her end and gives her child a smile. Jaehyun smiles more and begins telling her about all the people he has made friends with. The woman smiles contently knowing her eldest child is well protected and well taken care of.

“I gotta go get ready for lunch with the hyungs mama. I will call you and Channie later. I love you~” the 21 year old says and smiles brightly, sending a kiss to the woman before hanging up. Nahyun smiles to herself and looks at the picture she has saved as her background, which is a picture of her and Jaehyun on his 14th birthday which is when the boy told his mom that he like dressing into female clothing and that he liked boys. 

“I love you too Jaehyunnie. Happy birthday my beautiful baby boy,” she says to the phone and kisses the picture.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Instigation

Daniel experiences his first sunburn, one that he definitely didn't get by accident. So naturally, he's miserable.

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"That is...a very fitting look for you."

"Burn in Hell, Gwen."

Gwen made a face, as if she was struggling desperately to hold back a laugh. "It's funny you should say burn. And Hell."

"Not to worry, Daniel!" David said quickly, as he hurried to the nightstand by his bed. "One of the most important parts of being a camp counselor is to be prepared for any sort of emergency! Just sit down and try not to move so much while I find the Aloe Vera."

Daniel scowled as he seated himself in the wooden chair by the desk, every inch of his exposed skin stinging from what would normally be a painless motion.

He had only experienced pain this intense one other time in his life. The moment after the poison had passed his lips and began to work its terrible magic on his insides had been followed by unforgiving, agonizing pain, that no amount of emptying his stomach contents could soothe. The painful burning of his throat and nose as his body still tried to force the poison out of his system regardless of whether or not it would be successful. The constant fading in and out of consciousness, with no knowledge as to whether or not he would actually wake up the next time he passed out.

He used to think that nothing could top that as the most painful moment of his life.

Until he had woken up that morning, the majority of his body as red and as hot as the flames of Hell themselves.

"I warned you to put on extra sunblock yesterday during swim camp," David said, as he rummaged through the drawer. "It was one of the hottest days of the year."

"I did apply extra sunblock, David!" Daniel said through gritted teeth as he pointed at the bottle of sunblock on the dresser. "In fact, I triple applied it after I watched Nikki eat about half a pound of hers."

"...And you didn't stop her?"

"As if I care about what the little gremlin puts in her body," Daniel pointed out. "Besides, it was a brand made specifically for children, meaning it was non-toxic. Probably."

David paused his search to give Daniel a disappointed look. "What?" Daniel asked defensively. "You know how she is! Plus, it's not like I could actually stop her from eating it, even if I wanted to!"

"Yeah, honestly, I gotta take his side on this one," Gwen said. "I saw Nikki try to eat a fork last week. She's a weird kid with a stomach of steel and I doubt he would have been able to stop her from eating sunblock if she was determined enough to keep doing it."

"In any case," Daniel continued. "I was also...distracted with a more important task than stopping her from putting things in her mouth."

"And that task was?" David asked, returning to his search.

"None of your business."

"It is my business, if it involves you doing something you're not supposed to be doing," David said. "What did you do?"

"It wasn't anything bad!" Daniel insisted.

"He was helping Space Kid put on sunblock," Gwen said with a smirk. "I saw him from the cabin."

"Not necessary, Gwen," Daniel said through gritted teeth, while David let out a gasp of joy behind him. "David, don't you say a single word-"

"Aww, Daniel, you care about him, don't you?" David asked, ignoring the warning. "You care about a camper!"

"I am not having this conversation with either of you," Daniel said, crossing his arms as best he could. "Can we please return to the topic of why I still got burned even after applying that much sunblock to my body?"

Gwen let out an amused noise. "Aww, is the big, bad cult leader afraid to talk about his feelings?"

"Sunblock. Not doing it's job," Daniel said, giving her a look. "Let's get back to solving that, please."

Gwen rolled her eyes and strolled over to the dresser to examine the bottle. After a moment, she flicked open the cap and gave the concoction inside a curious sniff. "...Yeah, this isn't sunblock."

"What do you mean?" Daniel asked.

"I mean, it doesn't smell like sunblock," Gwen said, and gave it another sniff. "What the Hell is that?"

"That's not possible," Daniel said. "I've used it every day this summer and it's worked perfectly-"

His voice traveled off as he began to piece things together. "...Max. Max did something to it! I know he did! He probably had Nikki distract me while he switched the bottles!"

"Now, Daniel," David said, as he finally pulled a bottle of Aloe Vera out of the nightstand and returned to Daniel's side. "I know Max can be a bit of a prankster, but-"

"Don't you 'but' me, David!" Daniel said fiercely, his voice rising. "I know he did this! I don't care what the judge or either of you say, he is DEAD! Do you hear me?! DEAD! No one on this godforsaken planet will be able to convict me after I strangle the life out of hi-OW!"

Daniel let out a cry of pain as David (a little harder than was probably necessary) slapped an Aloe-Vera-covered hand against his burned shoulder. "There's no need for talk like that," David said sternly. "I know how painful sunburns can be, but I'm not giving you a pass on the threats because of it."

Daniel glared back at him, the temptation to press his luck strong. But he couldn't deny that he was in a tremendous amount of pain, and the threat of breaking David's hand if he tried that stunt again would likely be met with either another slap, or Gwen slamming him against the nearest hard surface; neither of which sounded ideal in his condition. "At least tell me you're going to punish him for this."

"I will talk to him shortly," David assured him. "No matter your history with the camp, I do agree with you that, if he is responsible for this, it was crossing a line and he shouldn't have done it."

"Also, to be fair, you're the dumbass who left your sunblock unattended in a camp full of kids who hate you for trying to kill them," Gwen pointed out. "Honestly, that's on you, Shia Lebouf."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you shouldn't have left-"

"No, I meant the nickname."

"Shia Lebouf?" Gwen repeated. "You know, because he wore an ankle bracelet in Disturbia?"

Both David and Daniel gave her a blank look. "Seriously? I'm the only one who saw that? ...Okay, David I can almost understand, because he's not into scary movies." She pointed at Daniel. "But you're seriously telling me that you haven't seen it?"

"I don't think you realize what it means to be part of an..." Daniel paused for a moment. "...unpopular religion that happens to dabble in...sacrificing children to appease our gods."

"It was a cult," Gwen said. "You can pretend it wasn't all you want, but it was the textbook definition of a cult."

"Regardless, such activities didn't leave a lot of extra time to peruse the selection at Blockbuster," Daniel said.

"Blockbuster hasn't been relevant for years, genius," Gwen said. "It's either Netflix or you just straight up pirate stuff online."

"Which is illegal, not to mention rude!" David added quickly. "So, don't do that or I will have no choice but to call the judge!"

Daniel let out a groan as David finished applying the medicine to his burns. "There, that should help for the time being," he said, rising to his feet.

"Great, so instead of feeling like I'm on fire every time I move, I'll feel like I'm covered in slime?" Daniel said bitterly, as he also stood up from his chair. "Aren't I lucky?"

"At least slime doesn't hurt," David said, snapping the lid of the bottle shut. "With burns as red as yours, though, I think it might be smart for you to stay in bed for a few days. Maybe a week, depending on how quickly you heal."

"Wait, hold on," Daniel said slowly. "You mean, I don't have to babysit the pack of demons for a week?"

"Not necessarily how I'd phrase it, but yes," David said. "There's no sense in making you work when you can barely move."

"So, just to be completely clear," Daniel said, as he began to back towards his bed. "You're saying I don't have to participate in any of your ridiculous camp activities for the next few days?"

"They're not my activities, they're Mr. Campbell's," David said matter-of-factly. "But again, yes."

Daniel had reached the bed before David could finish his sentence, the cool sheets and soft pillow a welcomed sensation against his hot skin. "That's the smartest idea you've had in the time I've been here, David. Actually...it's probably the smartest idea you've had period. Cherish that idea, because you probably won't have another one like it any time soon."

Gwen let out a scoff. "Uh, I don't think you can make fun of him when you were hospitalized for drinking your own poison, idiot."

"I was distracted, Gwendolyn," Daniel growled. "Also if I recall correctly, you're the one who not only decided to bring a Satanist into the camp, but you also let her escape."

"At least she could, Joseph Christiansen," Gwen said, crossing her arms.

Daniel lifted his head. "Okay, now what does that nickname mean?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"...Don't you two have activities to run?"

"Oh, my gosh, you're right!" David said. "The campers will be finished with breakfast soon! Daniel, you just try to get some rest, okay? I'll leave the Aloe Vera on the nightstand, but if you absolutely need anything else, Gwen and I will be back to check on you in a bit."

"And if you try any funny business, I'll smack your burns as hard as I can," Gwen warned.

"Gwen!"

"Come on, David, he'd deserve it."

"Noted," Daniel muttered, his head hitting the pillow again. "And don't forget to tell Max I hate him and I hope he dies."

"Yeah, yeah, save your energy, Tom Cruise," Gwen said, as she followed David to the door. "Sunburns are fucking draining and you'll be too tired to feel anything besides exhausted. Trust me."

Daniel pointed at her. "Okay, now that one's just offensive. My religion was completely different from Scientology-"

"It really wasn't."

With a sigh, Daniel let his arm gently fall down to the side of the bed. "...Yeah, it wasn't."

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It took about an hour for the cool bed sheets to become hot and uncomfortable against his burns. He had long since pushed the blankets to the floor and had already reapplied another layer of Aloe Vera in the hopes it would keep the pain at bay long enough for him to nod off to sleep for more than a few minutes.

No such luck.

He wanted to be angry, no, furious at Max for his little prank. Not that he wasn't, quite literally, red with anger over it. But as Gwen had warned him (he hated to agree with anyone at the hellhole of a camp outside of Space Kid, but once again, facts had to rear their ugly heads), it felt like someone had taken a vacuum to his energy and left him a drained, burned husk of a man and he couldn't even find the energy to keep hold of his anger for long periods of time.

Not for a lack of trying, for Daniel had tried desperately. He tried picturing Max's smug little face in his mind, or picturing him doubled over in a fit of obnoxious laughter upon hearing that his little prank had done the job. But eventually, his thoughts would be brought back to his aching skin and lack of energy, a lack of energy that not even the pitcher of water that David eventually brought him could fix.

All he could do was just lie there, too hot and tired to stay properly angry at Max. And the thought of Max taking away the opportunity to even stay angry at him was making Daniel even more miserable.

"Hey, Cult Man~"

Speak of the devil.

Daniel glanced towards the doorway with as much hatred as he could muster. Sure enough, Max was standing there with a cheeky grin on his face. "What are you doing here, you little monster?"

"Just checking on you," Max said, his smile widening. "David said you got sunburned yesterday. Wonder how that could have happened?"

"I know it was you who did it," Daniel said, wincing as he pulled himself up to a sitting position. "What did you do to my sunscreen?"

"Me?" Max asked, feigning offense. "Daniel, I am surprised. I mean, anybody here could have combined baby oil and hand cream to make something that looks like sunblock, but would really end up burning your skin to a crisp and no one would know it until the next day when the damage was already done."

"I'm going to murder you for this," Daniel said, his voice low and dangerous. "You will not live to hit puberty, I can promise you that."

"Oh, I'm so scared," Max said, as he approached the bed. "But seriously, you aren't going to do a thing to me."

Daniel glared at him. "You really think this is a game, Max?"

"I absolutely do," Max said. "You want to know why?"

"Oh, enlighten me."

"Because I know that the more I push you, the more you're likely to slip up and try to kill me," Max said. "Which would normally be terrifying. However, I know that the second you lay a hand on me, David and Gwen will toss your ass back in jail before you can even blink. And say you aretougher than you look and you can deal with a few pranks for the summer. I still get to prank you in the first place and you can't do shit to stop me."

Max crossed his arms. "You can't do shit to me, but I can do whatever I want to you-"

Before Max could process what was happening, Daniel grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and lifted him so they were eye-to-eye, his sunburn momentarily forgotten while his anger returned in full force. Max's smugness had immediately melted into terror as Daniel stared him down.

"Aww, not so brave after I call your bluff, Max?" Daniel asked, his mouth curling into a wicked smile. "No rude little comments or quips?"

"Let go of me or I'll scream!" Max said, his voice shaking.

"David and Gwen are with the rest of the campers on the other side of camp," Daniel pointed out. "No one would get here in time."

"David will notice I'm missing eventually!" Max pointed out frantically. "It's one of the most irritating things about him, actually. He cares too much. And he'd come looking for me after too long! He'll immediately suspect you if I turn up dead!"

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Max. If I was going to actually cause you harm, I would have done it the moment I returned to camp," he said calmly. "Of course, I would love nothing more then to see your blood paint the walls of this cabin. Perhaps while David was watching. I know it would really mess him up to see his little golden boy slaughtered in such a gruesome fashion, which I would enjoy greatly."

Daniel shook his head. "But unfortunately, or I suppose in your case, fortunately, it's like you said: I cannot do much to retaliate to your pranks so long as I am still under house arrest, or serving time for my crimes. However, much like your pranks, your thought process is juvenile and that of a small-minded person. For you see, much like everything else in this world, the time I am forced to serve will eventually come to an end. If our justice system was broken enough to place me in the care of the people I previously tried to kill, it'll be broken enough to lift my sentence prematurely. And the day that happens is the day I will track you down and kill you as slowly and painfully as possible for everything you've put me through."

He felt his smile twitch at the sight of Max looking more horrified with every word. "You won't have David around to protect you forever, Max. And I highly doubt your own parents care enough about you to stop my plans. So you just keep pulling your silly little pranks and enjoy them while they last. Your pranks, your miserable little life...All will end with the passing of time. Or a knife. Honestly, I'm still not sure what I'll use to kill you, but I suppose that's a thought for another day-"

SMACK!

"MOTHERF-"

Once again, Daniel let out a loud cry as Max's tiny palm hit the reddest part his arm as hard as it could, and he instinctively dropped Max out of shock. With another slap for good measure (this time to his shoulder), Max jumped off the bed and raced for the door in a panicked fashion. Pain surged through Daniel's entire arm as he watched Max go, and he fell back against the pillow again with a groan, only to let out another cry of pain as his burned back hit the mattress too hard.

Great, now he was even more exhausted than before. Fucking Max.

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"And how is the bedridden doing?"

"I'm going to kill Max," Daniel said, an arm over his eyes. "I'm going to kill him. He is so dead."

David shook his head as he approached Daniel's bedside. "Look, I really hate to be such a downer, but I must ask that you stop saying that. Unless you really want me to give the judge a call."

"Do you not see what that little demon did to me?!" Daniel asked furiously, removing his arm from his eyes. "Come on, David, just let me have my threats! I have nothing else!"

David picked up the bottle of Aloe Vera. "And that isn't Max's fault, now is it?"

"...Yes!" Daniel pointed out, and held out his arm. "It's entirely his fault! Well...his fault and yours. But honestly, I'm positive I would have definitely succeeded in my plans had Max not intervened. You were less of a threat and more of an annoying distraction than anything-ow, ow, OW! You're doing that on purpose!"

With a glare, Daniel rubbed the spot on his arm where David had 'accidentally' squeezed a little too hard. "I asked you nicely, Daniel," David said with a smile. "Now stop talking and let me reapply the Aloe Vera without all your negativity."

Blue eyes met green in a vicious silence, before Daniel huffed and looked away in defeat. "Between the arm pinching and the warning you gave me when I returned to camp, I'm starting to believe you have more of a dark side then you let on," he said.

"I wouldn't exactly call it that," David said, as he applied the medicine to Daniel's skin. "But I have my limits. And you've been pushing them ever since you got here."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "And Max doesn't?"

"Max is a young boy with a lot of issues that are not necessarily his fault," David said. "You are a grown man who not only made the choice to kill one group of campers, but attempted to do it again and tricked me in the process."

"It's not much of a trick if you're simply too dense to see what's right in front of you," Daniel pointed out. "I wasn't exactly hiding it. And again, a ten-year-old picked up on it pretty easily-OW, okay, okay, I get it. I'll stop."

"There's a lot of things I'm willing to forgive, Daniel," David said, once again loosening his grip on Daniel's arm. "And I really would like to forgive you, as difficult or impossible as it might be. I was serious when I said I considered you a friend, and I'd very much like for us to go back to that."

"I don't need your forgiveness or your friendship," Daniel said, making a face. "I don't care what you or anyone at this camp thinks of me."

"What about Space Kid?" David asked, his smile returning. "He did ask if you were okay when you didn't join in today's activities."

"Don't try and play therapist with me, David," Daniel said. "Save it for the campers."

David stared at him for a moment, before he set the bottle back in place on the nightstand. "Very well. I'll come and check on you again in a little bit. I'll be sure to grab an additional bottle of Aloe Vera from the mess hall, because you're probably going to need a lot more. The sun really did a number on you."

Daniel settled back down with a sigh. "Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. I mean, next you're going to tell me that you're wasting your life playing babysitter for a bunch of ungrateful children."

David froze in the doorway. "You know, you can insult me all you want. I'm more than used to it." He turned back around to face Daniel. "But I don't really see how me being able to do my dream job for a living is a bad thing. I'm here because I love this camp and everyone in it. You're here because you tried to destroy all that. So really, which of us is that supposed to insult?"

Daniel was silent, mouth slightly agape as David turned back to the door and left him alone again. He stared at the doorway for a few more minutes, before his scowl returned and he once again tried to get comfortable against the bed sheets.

He had a feeling that being bedridden for a week was not going to be as enjoyable as he originally planned.

[jungblue]

she is of crimson petals.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, gore / vampire, hanahaki au

warnings: mentions of blood, death, and murder

word count: 1,559

description: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. + “It reminded me of you.”

Taehyung had seen enough red in his lifetime to fill the Mississippi, the bloody current carrying the endless stream of bodies down the river of his past. They drifted in mangled pieces of splintered limbs and tattered flesh, the water unable to submerge the vast quantity of his indiscretions. His years of ripping and raging proved to be too much for the great river, even in the metaphorical confinements of his head it seemed. They littered the washed up crevices of his mind, tainting the cerulean memories that reminded him of the few good moments of his last two-hundred and eighty-seven years.

Of course, Taehyung had never been one for remorse in these types of situations. Once he was turned, his conscious took a backseat, so much so that he couldn’t even remember the disposition he’d wielded as a human. He imagined that he must’ve been the same cold-hearted, apathetic, monster that he was today. To him body count was a number on a similar wavelength to temperature, throw-away information that was constantly changing, just in Taehyung’s case it was only moving in the upward direction. His killings may have slowed since that first century or so thanks to a certain friend, but relapses were inevitable. Every couple of decades he found himself once again being consumed by the insatiable lust of his instincts, the water dragging him down the river, his bodies in tow.

That was just who Taehyung was; a killer.

His life was defined by red. From the blood that dripped down his chin as bits of flesh nestled their way between his teeth, to the way his eyes burned with fire as his hunger began to snap. His life was engulfed in that toxic color of necessity — even in this very moment, it was all he could see.

It was scattered around him as he sat with his back against the wall of his room, the floors covered in crimson. He sighed, feeling the continuous burn at the base of his throat. He tried to shove it down, willing the evidence of his perceived one true sin to stay aching in the pit of his belly. He of course knew that it was pointless, he’d been living with this infliction for quite some time now, so he was perfectly aware of how futile these attempts were. But Taehyung would do anything to try and forget the guilt, because that was an emotion that he had been unaccustomed to for so long, and one that he’d unfortunately had to learn again.

Suddenly he was heaving, clutching at his neck as they clung to his throat forcibly until his lap was painted red. They kept coming and coming, tears pricking slightly from the task of hacking them up, and he slammed his head back against the wall once they were finally done.

Taehyung wasn’t sure how humans dealt with this disease exactly. When it started it seemingly came for hours, and he of course had no need for breathing, but regular people did. So he’d always wondered how they managed to fare when it started slicing its way up their throats, stealing the air around them.

How did their feeble, beating hearts manage to keep going at the sight of those torturous petals?

He glanced down at his lap, the red tulips wet and crushed as they stared back at him — fitting, he thought to himself as the image flashed behind his eyes. He reached down, picking up some of the flowers that hadn’t been badly damaged as they’d risen like bile from his throat. He brought it closer to his face, eyeing the guilt-infested personification before him. It was the same shade as that lipstick you used to wear. The montage of it smudging across his mouth and everywhere else on his body sent another jolt to his diseased core.

He couldn’t help but think about how much he loved, yet hated this infliction of needing someone so much that their lack of presence caused petals to forcibly fall from his lips. It was painful, and it reminded him of everything that he’d done and wished he could take back, but at least it reminded him that it was real and that he hadn’t just imagined those years in his grand scheme of immortal years.

He brought the tulip to his mouth, running the petals along his teeth before biting down harshly, the flower shattering beneath him, and again, that was fitting. He eyed along the carpeted flooring, red surrounding him, as it had almost his entire life.

Taehyung had confined himself in his room for the day, due to the fact that he knew this was coming. It could have been hours, but he wasn’t actually sure. His mind was on another level every time he was forced to throw you up from the depths of his belly. The only measure of how long it’d been being the shift of the sun’s shadow as it filtered through the curtain.

Taehyung heard Jimin coming well before his multi-century long friend even shut the front door to the house, signaling his return. He tilted his head towards the entrance to the bedroom right before it opened to reveal Jimin holding a backpack that smelled of blood. His eyes widened at the messy array of tulips along the floor. Taehyung wasn’t exactly sure why Jimin seemed surprised. He’d been dealing with this for a very long time, but at least his friend had been there right beside him through the entirety of it all, never leaving him behind, even on days such as this one.

“Christ, Tae,” Jimin whispered, starting his way across the room, stepping on some of the flowers in the process, making Taehyung flinch. Jimin offered the bag, and Taehyung reluctantly took it, unzipping it to pull out a water bottle full of blood.

“Where’d you get this? Some random guy from the park?” Taehyung asked before taking a sip.

“Uhm, no. I got it from one of my Commens. That’s top shit, dude.”

Commen, short for commensalism, a term of nature between two organisms where one of them benefits while the other is neither hurt nor helped. That was the deal between vampires and their Commens, they got to feed on them without force, but never enough that it would lead to their death… Of course, accidents were bound to happen every once in a while. Jimin had several Commens. That allowed him the privilege of not having to kill randoms in the city for blood, but every once in a while when his frustrations were beyond satiable or if he was just bored, the two would go out on hunts to vent.

“Plus…” Jimin started again, gaining a somber expression as he took a seat next to Taehyung on the floor. “You always say how one of them looks a little like Y/N, so now every time I see her she reminds me of you, so thought maybe it’d help somehow,” He shrugged with a sad smile, conveying that he knew very well that nothing would help, but he had to at least try.

The blood that was in the water bottle was admittedly good, not the best he’d ever had, but Taehyung had long accepted that nothing would ever compare to that.

“Thanks, man,” Taehyung sighed, drinking down the red until it was empty and then he was grabbing for another bottle from the backpack.

“It’s fine,” Jimin said, fiddling with the tulips that scattered the floor around him. “But you think you’re ever gonna get over this Twilight shit?” Jimin laughed, trying to lighten the mood and Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Who knows,” Taehyung shrugged. “If I haven’t by now, then it doesn’t seem likely.”

Jimin frowned at that, picking up one of the flowers to peel the petals apart. “Yeah, it’s been a long time.”

“Yup.”

The memory that’d been carved into his psyche began to flash vividly. Blood, so much blood, but that was nothing new in Taehyung’s life. The screams though, those were different. They were different because usually he didn’t care, but these… These were still ringing in his ears, even after so much passed time.

“What’s today, again? How long?”

The question pulled the river back to the surface. The hundreds and hundreds of lifeless bodies that floated in the waters of Taehyung’s metaphorical morgue began to crash against the banks. They were overflowing, rose-tinted waters sloshing violently onto the grass. He was floating with them, basking in the bloodied water that ran through his veins. He eyed the death around him, not able to recognize even a single face. He had killed all of these people, and yet he couldn’t remember anything about them, not even what they looked like — that is until the river starts to come to its end.

Taehyung’s lips formed into a straight line, eyes stinging, throat burning. He maneuvered his way through the bodies, and as he got closer, the flowers appeared. There were hundreds of them, all leading to the head of the river where they were crashing onto the land — onto your body.

You laid mangled, gory, and lifeless on the edge, a path of red tulips leading Taehyung to your demise — the demise he had caused to his beloved bond.

“Twenty-three. Twenty-three years today.”

after note: possibly a full scenario in the future just bc as I wrote this I found the idea of it really interesting and something that maybe I want to explore further~