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daichiduskdrop · 1 year

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Chapter 31

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :))

Words: 3594

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The pack members wished they could say the night was peaceful, but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Everything was okay in the beginning; the alphas only occasionally moved into more comfortable positions, but with the pack warmth and you close by, they slept mostly peacefully.

You were closely held by Jimin, his soft hands keeping you close to his chest as he slept, unconsciously having his cheek caress the crook of your neck, scenting you.

Jungkook too kept you close, soft rumbles leaving his chest, as if his unconsciousness were telling him to lullaby you to a better rest.

Even though the living room wasn't as well heated as any of the other rooms, the place was quite large and open, so even when the heaters were turned on full blast by the alphas for you in an attempt to keep you warmer, it wasn't as good as they wanted.

But even then, you were warm and toasty, with all of the naturally warmer bodies keeping you safely tucked away and comfortable.

It was just after two a.m. when your eyes fluttered open, and your body was still a bit tired. A small yawn left you, your mind still hazy and sleepy.

Then you heard it. The creaking that sent you to a much more awake state, with your eyes snapping open wider.

It was quite distant, coming from much further into the house. Were you imagining things? The sound came from behind Jin, or did it?

You went to sit up, but with how closely all of the alphas held you, you couldn't really move either. And so, as a most natural reaction to your distress, a soft whine left you in hopes of getting some help.

Even when the packmembers slept visibly peacefully, though considering some of the fully cramped-up positions, it was weird, it didn't mean they were truly unaware.

It was a normal thing for many alphas to be actually, deeply asleep during only minimal times. While it was very common for omegas to sleep over 10 hours a day, healthy alphas would get around with much less time and could fully function with only about 4 or 3.

And even if they went to sleep early, most usually for their omega's sake, the lower-ranking packmate would probably be too in distress to truly sleep on their own; they would stay in a more lucid state.

And so, when the softest whine left you, the pack members were awake right away.

The first to shoot up was Namjoon, the packalpha turning to look over you, on high alert as if he was expecting you to be under attack.

Jungkook woke up only a second later, and Yoongi and Jin also rose up to look over what was causing you distress.

„Babybun? What's wrong? Alpha is right here,” the youngest whispered first, pulling you closer to his chest, having Jimin grumble softly.

„Pup? Pup, what is it? What's wrong?” Namjoon asked next, crawling over as carefully as possible.

When he felt a bump under his knee and Taehyung shot up, a light rumble leaving the young alpha's chest, he realised he wasn't so lucky as he stepped on the alpha.

„What the fuck hyung—seriously!" The younger alpha said, his angry voice only unsettling you more. While Tae still pretty much whispered, you were too far in your mind with the spook you got earlier and heard well enough.

„Sorry Tae-ah. Come to alpha, little baby." The packalpha didn't mind the younger for too long, choosing to pay attention to you. The way you closely gripped both of the lambs made him a little nervous.

Namjoon took you into his arms, quietly grabbing you from both Jimin's and Jungkook's arms. The older man now awake when he felt you being taken from him, having his eyes shot open.

„Yah, yah! That's my-” The young alpha's naturally well-hidden satoori accent showing, his voice much gruffer and harsh from the sudden awakening.

„It's just me, Jiminnie." Namjoon sighed softly, gently coaxing you closer as your arms wrapped around the packalpha's neck, your hands taking his t-shirt into your little fists.

„Come here, pup, tell alpha what's wrong, hm?” He asked, sitting back down in the middle of the rustled up duvet, all of the packmembers eventually sitting up, some of them still tired and yawny.

You didn't really answer; only a soft whine left you again, suddenly worried. Has someone broken in? That was a terrifying thought.

„Kitty? Come on, tell alphas what's wrong so they can fix it. You still need to sleep, little kitten." Yoongi murmured, leaning closer to gently cup your cheeks, kissing your forehead sweetly.

The alpha wanted you to sleep enough for tomorrow so you wouldn't have to nap in Hybe again, if you would go with them.

He could only imagine how unsettling and uncomfortable it would be for you to see the unknown place and then have to sleep there too.

Yoongi wanted to sleep some more himself too, though you were more important. He wouldn't like being woken up so suddenly during the night by anyone else but you, that was for sure. You were an exception; he would sacrifice all the sleep for you.

After a few soft coaxings from the packmembers, you mumbled about the eery noise you heard a few minutes ago, soon tucking your face deep into Namjoon's neck, where his scent gland was.

The packalpha sighed softly, leaning down to peck the top of your head a few times, his hands gently caressing your sides and back as he held you close.

The alphas would wake up if someone actually broke in; it didn't matter if your sweet scent was close to them, lightly clouding over their perception; they would always notice a new scent in the house.

„Silly cub, there is no one here peaches. Alphas would know, sweet baby." The eldest sighed, his softer side coming out as he came closer to his packalpha, leaning closer to kiss your temple himself.

„Bu-But the n-noise, oppa...” You mumbled, resting your head sideways on Namjoon's collarbone, looking at Jin with teary eyes.

At the soft look you gave him, the eldest couldn't help but coo at you, pecking your forehead repeatedly, his fingers combing through your hair.

„It was probably just the house sunshine. It's all okay." Hoseok smiled at you gently, his ruffled-up hair wild, just like everyone elses.

„B-But-” You went to tell them that someone was for sure inside, before you were gently cut off, your worries tucked away.

„Little kitty, you know alphas will always protect you, right?” You nodded a little, your fingers tightening the grip on Namjoon's t-shirt. Yoongi sighed softly, smiling at you.

„Why would alphas lie about anyone being here then? We would never put our little 'mega in danger, my sweet baby kitty." He said gently, your cheeks once again held in his palms.

You didn't really respond, tucking yourself back as close as possible to the packalpha's warmth, the man returning the gesture.

„How about alphas go check babycheeks? Would that make you feel better?” Taehyung asked softly, his gaze gentle as he noticed how unnaturally unsettled your scent still was.

They would do anything you might need and wish for if it meant that you would feel more comfortable and settled, ready to go back to rest.

Seeing the tiny nod, you heard them start to shuffle up, Namjoon gently pecking your temple again before he went to place you into Jin's awaiting embrace.

A distressed whine left you once again, not realising that you were about to be pampered, thinking the packalpha was only about to put you back down to be on your own.

„It's okay, pup, it's okay. Stay with Jin Hyung for a little bit, okay? Alpha will go look himself to make sure his little 'mega is safe and secure.”

Namjoon was quick to calm you down, gently caressing your sides before Jin finally took you into his arms, the alpha's cheek and chin rubbing over the top of your head.

A warm, orange light went over the room, Jimin standing next to the lamp as he ran his fingers through his hair, more lights turning on as a few of the alphas got up from the makeshift den to look around the house.

You were left with the eldest and the other alpha that came back soon after, both of them gently holding you close as they scented you carefully.

„There, there, baby princess. 's all good now. Alpha's are here." Jimin whispered softly, holding your hand and occasionally squeezing it in response to your grip.

„Do you want to drink something cub? ...Here baby, drink up." Jin gently said, reaching over to the water they prepared earlier that evening.

The eldest didn't let go of the water bottle, opening it and carefully tipping it to your lips, letting his natural instincts take over.

It took only a small while for the packmembers to go through the whole house, checking every room not only for an unknown scent but for anyone too.

Jungkook even went to check the outside pool. The night was cold, but he made quick work, shuffling over the snowy backyard in his slippers.

When he didn't see, hear, or sense anyone, the youngest made a quick round around the entire outside property, looking into the garage last, though apart from their nicely parked cars, there wasn't anything to look at.

With wide yawns and nothing to worry about, the alphas soon came back to the living room, seeing you get coddled and held closely by both Jin and Jimin, setting a smile on each of their faces.

„It's all okay, kitten. Come on, let's get you to bed now." Yoongi whispered, taking you into his own arms, before he went back over to the warm duvet and covers you slept under earlier.

He would definitely get too warm during the night, but he couldn't care less, spooning you gently as he scented you quickly himself.

It didn't matter that there was actually no one in their home; you were still quite distressed and scared, so keeping you safely tucked in his arms felt like the best medicine.

The other pack members followed soon after, your other side taken by Hobi, having the youngest three grumble and complain about wanting to rest with you tonight.

When you went to move to go to them, both Hoseok and Yoongi pulled you right back, letting you know that they were in fact making it up and that they would get to sleep with you sooner or later.

„You didn't have to worry about a thing now,” Hoseok said softly, „alphas are here now to take care of everything sweet sunny-bub. You don't have to worry about a thing, alphas will take care of their little 'mega...”

The other alphas didn't take much longer before they laid back into the now a bit rustled nest, all of them a little tired and sleepy.

With you falling asleep first, Namjoon was the last to stay awake, the packalpha seemingly peacefully resting, though he was basically awake for the next hour or two, carefully listening in for any sounds or noises.

When he didn't hear anything for a while, he went to sleep himself, making sure to keep his entire pack and mostly you safe.

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Jin was the first to wake up the upcoming morning. A distant ringing sound from one of their phones woke him from his slumber.

The eldest sat up, blinking his sleep away as he stumbled up, climbing off of the couch, and going to the kitchen, where one of his younger packmates phones rang it's usual morning alarm.

It was only 6:00, but still Jin decided that he shouldn't go back to sleep or he would seriously not get up on time. He was too tempted to stay and cuddle and scent you all day long.

It sounded like a dream, having you in his arms to look over and keep close, maybe watch a movie too. He would then spoil you with some delicious lunch and snacks, and maybe, if you wanted to, he would go out with you too.

The alpha would then take you around some of his favourite stores, maybe go to a restaurant he bought a few years ago, or go to a candy shop to buy you sweets and snacks to munch on.

There was an American candy store in the middle of the city, the eldest thought, and while it was for sure crazy, overpriced, and definitely far from healthy, he should definitely take you sometimes.

He heard people saying online, that America has a lot of different candies compared them, and a lot of them are even available for omegas.

While Korea, of course, had a lot of snacks available on full shelves in pretty much all convenience stores, not all of them were available for the softest ones.

Jin never paid these things too much attention, usually passing over the different sections labelled as 'Alphas and Betas only', not really thinking about the things.

As an alpha, a lot of things were fully available and safe for him, and while it was a great privilege he was well aware of, he only now realised the severity of it.

Gosh, you couldn't even drink dumb juice! And what stuck to him more was how the overall market made money on these instances.

The eldest was used to buying mostly healthy things since they had to stick closely to their diets over the years, but from time to time they would buy a bag of chips or two.

There were times when their diets were more strict, and they were held to high standards, but now that they are more known internationally, the sometimes unreasonable beauty standards don't have to be followed so much anymore.

The fans they gained over the years were sweet and loved them even if they ate kale or not, and whenever someone would harshly point out unreasonably said "weight gain", the packmembers had over time realised, that such people just didn't matter to them, and weren't they true fans.

Now that they had you to fully take care of, protect, feed, and warm up, they also had to watch over all of the products available in the house.

You could get hungry any time of the day, go and get some food from the fridge, and not check if it was okay for your tummy—and suddenly, you would become sick.

The eldest realised this well and started taking more precautions, telling his younger packmembers that they should eat the things that wouldn't be safe for you soon, preferably when you wouldn't really see them.

Truth be told, he was pretty sure not even himself would be able to hold back and tell you no, especially if you would ask so sweetly and cutely for a bite or two of whatever he was having.

And when he and Hoseok went to get the groceries, Jin made sure to very carefully read and check every label twice, having to make sure it was all okay for omegas.

He even had to ask an employee when he wasn't sure about the almond milk he wanted to get; the label was unclear as it stated:

For those in need of a refreshing alternative to traditional cow's milk, this creamy and delicious almond milk is just the thing.

Crafted from natural and organic almonds, this milk is a great source of vitamin E, zinc, and calcium.

With 7g of protein and only 3g of sugar per serving, it's the perfect choice for those seeking an energy boost without the added calories. Whether you're a coffee aficionado or simply need a glass of almond milk to start your day, this high-quality milk is the perfect choice.

Note: This milk contains almonds, which may be unsafe for some individuals. Please consult with a healthcare professional or your omega's dietitian before consuming.

In the end, Jin chose a more high-end brand; the carton cost almost three times the price he would normally pay. This one was truly omega-safe, though, as the almonds were treated during production, making it much safer.

It wasn't just the almond milk that was more unusually pricey, though they were lucky enough to not have to worry about the expenses.

Some things, like the vegetables and fruits, were basically the same; he and Hobi only made sure to pay extra attention to choosing the pretty ripe ones.

But things like yoghurt, eggs, meat, and cheese, among other things, had to be very carefully checked over by the two.

Plus, while for the alphas and betas there were quite many options to choose from, he also noticed that for omegas there were oftentimes only one or two.

What if you didn't like the bacon they bought for you? It might even be seasoned, though he never really saw that happen, or what if you preferred the flavoured yoghurts over the usual ones?

They could be a little sour on the tongue, and Jin was sure you would much rather have a sweet one; your sweet tooth was obvious. They could always make it better with honey...

The eldest sighed softly, starting to prepare the breakfast as quietly as possible. The alpha wanted to check and see if you would like some of the brands they chose since they never really tried them, seemingly as an unreasonable expense in most cases.

He decided to make a variety of smaller dishes so everyone would get to choose whichever they would like the best, but still, it wouldn't be too much for there to be too many leftovers.

Jin started with preparing the waffle batter; since it would need to proof for some time, he made quick work, setting the mixture into a warmed-up oven to rise.

The eldest then continued on other things, washing the rice well before he placed it in the rice cooker, boiling eggs, and frying pork belly and bacon.

While he was in the middle of the breakfast preparations, more and more of the packmates started to rise up, ending with only you, Jimin, and Yoongi in the nest still, both of the alphas holding you close.

The younger woke up with the others, but as soon as Hobi got up to help himself, he quickly crawled back under the very warm covers, taking his spot.

Jimin just couldn't help it; it was so comfortable to be in bed with you; your state of sweet slumber was cute and warm, and he wanted to savour it for a while longer.

It was a while after 6:30 when Taehyung came over to gently have them get up; some of the foods were already prepared, as the younger alphas helped.

Tae knew that waking up the oldest wouldn't be a wise idea, and so instead he chose to shake Jimin's shoulder quietly, mumbling about how he should wake up.

When he got only a mumbled out: „Get lost...“ In a heavy satoori accent, he clicked his teeth, realising well that the alpha just didn't want to get up due to the pure comfort.

„Hyung! Aish... Babycheeks, baby, come to alpha now; it's time to eat." He whispered gently, carefully pulling the comforter from being tightly tucked around your neck and chin, his fingers running through your hair.

Your eyes fluttered open, the difference in temperature was very noticeable. You were met with a brightly smiling Taehyung, the man leaning over to gently peck your temple.

„Hm? Is my 'mega still sleepy? Come on up now, babycheeks; you can go back to sleep after you eat a little baby." He said softly, caressing your hair.

It was very comfortable where you layed at the moment, both of the packmembers keeping you very warm and secure, their hands gently reminding you of their presence.

To be truthful, you didn't really want to get up, you realised, and so you just tucked your face right under Jimin's chin, the still-not-truly awakened alpha pulling you closer.

Taehyung went to sigh and speak again when Yoongi shuffled up slowly. The older man looked over how you were gently tucked away in Jimin's chest, pursing his lips.

„It's fine, Tae-ah. They can sleep some more and eat later." He whispered, his voice heavy and gruff from sleep. The alpha leaned over, pecking your head before he sat up fully, tucking the duvet to you and climbing out himself.

Taehyung soon followed, letting his lips gently cast against your cheek before he went to the kitchen himself.

Namjoon looked up from where he sat, a coffee mug before him. The man had already changed and was almost ready to leave after his breakfast.

„They are still sleeping? He asked gently, his eyes soft at the thought of you being too tired to get up yet. The packalpha wasn't too sleepy, used to not sleeping for too long.

Taehyung hummed quietly, taking a seat at his usual spot himself and having Namjoon stand up from his chair and start preparing him a dish of whatever he would point to and tell him he would like to have.

„That's okay, Jimin-ah is staying home today anyways... He can stay with little pup and have a lazy day; it's alright. It won't do neither of them any harm, especially after the rough night.”

„Yeah, bunbun was pretty freaked out earlier... But I really didn't see or smell anyone, so I think it was really just the house or something."

Jungkook said, coming over with a black towel around his neck and taking a large gulp of water before he sat down himself.

He was just after his short morning workout; the youngest preferred to hit the gym later in the day.

Namjoon hummed in answer, agreeing, as he served the youngest a plate too. Jungkook thanked him quietly, quickly going to bite into his meal.

„I think so too... I'll have to talk with Y/N later about the programs, she has to choose soon... I already called a few of the teachers, and they will let her enter, hopefully it will all go well...”

The packalpha followed, sighing. He had his MacBook in front of him, an opened word document with a selection of links for the online schooling programs you could choose from.

Hopefully, everything would go okay.

After all, they would stay and stick by you in any case and so, everything would truly be okay in the end.

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yootaesowlwrites · 1 year

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It’s About You - Kim Taehyung

Note: Happy Birthday to @taeandpuppies

Warnings: AU, smut, nudism, explicit language, descriptive scenes, brief nipple sucking, tummy licking, thigh licking, oral(female receiving), fingering, soft sex, unprotected sex, aftercare.

W/C: 3.9K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You step into the cabin and just as you closed the door you heard the heavens open and rain starts to pour down, Taehyung steps into the hallway, a big smile on his lips as he sees that you had returned home safely. You unsheathe your sword and lay it down to clean later in the evening, he watches as you remove the smaller dagger strapped to your thigh and place it down next to the sword.

“Did you catch it?” He softly asks, knowing the villagers nearby had asked for your help in catching a beast that was terrorising the town. “Or was it an unlucky day?” You make sure all your weaponry was removed before you stepped out of your shoes and towards him.

“A slightly unlucky day, but I’ve laid out a trapped for it,” You say and wrap your arms around his waist, his hands immediately fall down to your hips, and he pulls you against him. “Did you wait long for my return?” His forehead touches yours and his scent quickly invades all of your senses.

“Not long… just all day,” He says. When you and Taehyung had met roughly over eight years ago, you had saved him from being attacked, and had taken him in to tend to his wounds, when he had healed and was healthy enough to return home, he refused to go and insisted on staying with him, and slowly you both fell for each other, which had led to you dating, and now eight years later you couldn’t be happier that he had decided to stay. “Come, sit and relax, I know just the thing to make all your stress melt away,” He pulls you towards the couch and has you sit down.

“Relaxing definitely will help,” You say. He only hums and leans over you, pressing his hands into the backrest of the couch. You lift your head and come face to face with him. You could feel his breathing gently reach your face before his head dips a little lower, his lips almost touching yours.

“There is another method…” He mutters. His eyes are half-closed as he looks down at you. “If you’re up for that method,” You slowly nod your head and his lips make contact with yours. You immediately reach up, placing your hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer. The sound of lips moving quickly begins moving through the room, the temperature quickly rises, and you can feel the want, the need to have him, grow just as quickly.

He pulls away from the kiss and his lips begin moving along your jaw before going down your neck, his hands move away from the backrest of the couch, and you feel them curl into the hem of your shirt, and he begins removing it. Your hand slides into his hair and your breathing become heavier. You feel him move his legs between yours to push them apart.

“Tae…” You breathe out, your eyes shutting at the feeling of his lips and warmth against your skin. His knuckles brush over your skin as he pushes the shirt higher and higher. You pull your hand away from his hair as his lips pull away from your neck to remove your shirt completely. His head dips down, and his lips attach to your skin just at the curve of your breast started and kiss downwards while his hand slips between your back and the couch. “Oh, hmm,” Your eyes flutter as you feel his warm lips moving over your skin.

“The most amazing woman on the planet,” He mutters against your skin. You could feel his fingers fumble with the fabric of your bra. “My angel,” You feel your bra loosen before feeling him pull the straps down your arms and pull the fabric away from your body. “My badass beautiful angel,” His lips slide lower and pause at your nipple. “So hot also,” His lips wrap around your nipple, and his eyes continue to look up at you as he begins sucking on it.

“Oh… my…” You breathe out. You watch him lower down between your legs onto his knees, and his hands grip your sides as he holds himself against you to keep his lips on you. “Tae…” Your eyes flutter and you move your hand back to his hair, running your fingers through it. You could feel your skin heating up more and more and wetness pooling between your folds. His lips release your nipple, and you gasp as you watch his tongue flatten against your ribcage and slowly move lower, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin.

“It’s about you,” He says. “Making you feel good, and me showing you how in love I am with every part of you,” His tongue presses down against your skin just above your waistband, and he licks upwards. His hands, on your sides, slide down and curl into the waistband and begins pushing it down. You lift your hips, allowing him to completely remove your pants along with your panties and quickly discard them to the side.

“And what if I want to do the same with you?” You ask. Your breathing already deepening as you feel his tongue glide over your tummy. His hands rest on top of your thighs, and you could feel his chin rubbing against your mount every few times.

“Then you should save it for another night,” He says, and gently squeezes your thigh with one hand before sliding his tongue lower. Your legs press into the side of his arms as you feel his tongue slide over the crease of your hip and over your thigh before sliding to the inside of your thigh.

“Tae…” You moan out and tilt your head back against the backrest. Your hand moves with his head, and you feel his tongue swipe along the inside of your thigh, his nose brushing against the crease of your thigh before disappearing as his tongue slides away. “Hmm…” His tongue disappears, only to reappear on your other thigh and slide closer and closer to your pussy. Only to pause when his tongue almost reaches your folds. “Fuck…” Your fingers momentarily tighten in his hair before loosening.

“Want me there?” He asks, and before you could respond his face was pressing against your pussy, and you gasp at the sudden feeling. Your legs move over his shoulders and your thighs press against the side of his face. “Hmm, that’s it.”

“Shit, I,” You gasp. His breath was hot against your pussy, and you could feel his nose rubbing against your mound as he was slowly moving his face lower and lower, his hand on your thigh disappears and moments later you feel him spreading your folds a little more for him. Your eyes flutter as you feel his nose rub lightly against your clit, while you could feel his breathing against your soaked pussy. “Fu— Tae…”

“Just relax, it’s about you,” He mutters against your pussy before you feel his tongue swipe over your entrance, causing your entire body to twitch and for you almost to turn onto your side against the couch. His tongue slides upwards and reaches your clit, making your breathing deeper and deeper.

“Oh my…” You breathe out. You could feel your insides knotting together as they twist from the feeling he was causing you. His tongue slides over your clit before sliding back down to your entrance and circling around it. “Oh, ohhh,” His tongue moves upwards again, and you think he’s going to lick over it again, only to gasp and lift your hips into his face as he sucks the sensitive nub between his lips. “Oh, oh, my…” Your eyes shut, and you press your head against the backrest. His fingers spread your folds slowly and begin rubbing along the inside of your folds before slowly moving closer and closer to your entrance.

“Fu— Tae… oh,” Your skin was becoming wet as sweat coats it, your toes curl, and you press your legs harder into his shoulders. “Oh!” His fingers circle your entrance, and you could feel your insides shift and twist before a tightening feeling begins forming inside you. “Go—” You were cut off by your own gasp as you feel him tease your entrance, teasing to slip his digits into you.

You could hear your heart rate drumming in your ears, and for a moment, you swear you could hear your own blood rushing through you with how hot your body was getting. You lick your lips and quickly realize how swollen they were from already licking them so much, your fingers curl into his hair and your heels dig into his sides as you try and squeeze your legs even more together.

“Hmm, mhh,” He hums against your clit, the sensation, the feeling, immediately makes you lift your hips again and right into his face, seeking more of that feeling. “Hmm,” You were practically rubbing yourself against him before you felt a hand, his hand, press down against your tummy and push you down against the couch.

“Dammit, Tae… fuck,” You gasp out, barely finding enough breath to get your words out. Your mind was slowly slipping, and you could feel your muscles beginning to stiffen. “TAE!” You gasp out, tugging at his hair for a moment before releasing it and reaching up and behind you to grip not the backrest. Two digits slipped into you, and you could hear your wetness squelching as he pushes them more into you. “OH!” You grip onto the couch tighter and feel his fingers press against your walls. “Taaaeee,” You could feel his knuckles almost press against your pussy before he slid his fingers from you halfway, pushing them back into you and repeating the movement.

“Shit, fuck, I,” You could see specs of dust starting to form behind your eyelids, the tension inside you was becoming bigger and bigger. His fingers curl inside you and press down against your walls, almost tugging on them, before pulling his fingers from you until just the tips remained inside you. “Tae… Oh,” Your legs press down harder against his shoulders as you feel a third digit slip into you. “Taaaeeee,” His tongue flicks over your clit, and it feels like your breathing was caught in your throat for a moment. Your toes curl and you feel something inside you snap before a heat moves through your body, stars explode behind your lids and your mind was tossed into the clouds. “TAE!”

“Hmm,” He hums against your pussy as you cum on his face, coating his hand and chin with your juices. His fingers move faster and faster, easing you through the high while his lips were pulling at your clit, making it feel like he was pulling your orgasm right out of you.

“Oh, fu- oh, my, I, Tae,” You babble out, not finding any words to say from how good you felt. “Uhh, I,” His fingers tug at your walls before they disappear, and his mouth release your clit. “Taaeee.” His tongue presses down against your entrance, and he licks a strip upwards, licking up some of your juices.

“Hmm, my angel, so good,” He says and sits back on his knees, moving one hand to your knee while bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean them. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, stars still dancing behind your lids as you come down from the high you just had. You hear a wet sound and lift your head, opening your eyes as you do, and found him licking his fingers clean while his eyelids were fluttering. “Delicious,” You swallow and feel a whimper leave the back of your throat. He looks at you and reaches for his shirt and pulls it over his head, your eyes immediately move lower to take him in, all of him, every part of him that you loved so damn much. You sit forward and grip his shoulders and pull him towards you, crashing your lips against his and kissing him hotly.

One of your hands slides down his shoulder, over his chest and over his stomach to reach for his pants, feeling his hands already working on undoing them. You feel him begin to push you back against the couch as you both work on getting his pants off, it doesn’t take long before he was kicking his pants and underwear to the side and turning you to lie down on the couch while he moves to hover above you. He breaks the kiss, leaving you both breathless and gasping for air.

“Your kisses always leave me so dazed and wanting more,” He says before sitting back on his knees. “And this, you, all of you… leaves me intoxicated,” His hands press against your hips and slowly slide down and over your thighs.

“And how do you think you leave me?” You ask. “Just fine?” He smiles and rubs his hands over your thighs. “You steal my breath away every time, and leave me dizzy,” He lifts one hand and wraps it around himself. “My heart drums in my chest every time…” He smiles and squeezes your thigh with his other hand. “For over seven years now, I love you.”

“I love you too,” He says. “For maybe a little over seven years,” You smile up at him and feel him move his cock between your folds. “And I’m going to make slow love to you now, to show you just how much I love you,” You suck in a deep breath as you feel him move his cock up and down between your folds, coating it with your juices. He pushes the tip of his cock into you before moving his hand to your thigh and slowly moves his hips forward, pushing himself into you slowly and making you feel every inch of him. “Ohh, uhm,” He moves your thigh that was against the backrest around his waist and leans over you, his heat quickly radiating onto you.

“Hmm, mh,” You moan and wrap one arm around him, moving your fingers through his hair and pulling him even closer to you. “Already… feels…” You could feel his breath hot against your face. “Good,” His hips meet yours, and he groans loudly as he feels your warm walls softly pulsing around him. His forehead rests against yours, your noses touching and your stomachs rubbing against each other, the close intimate feeling building and building.

“Hmm, so good,” He mutters. His hand moves upwards and runs his fingers through your hair, pushing them back, and keeps his hand there. His hips slowly lift, and you feel his cock slowly slide out from you halfway before stopping and sliding back into you. The sound of your wetness squelching reaches your ears and fills the room, his soft groans and grunts also fill your ears, and it sounded so good.

“I, Tae, fuck,” You moan. You wrap your other leg around his waist and hook your ankles behind his back, digging your heels into his lower back at the sensation you were feeling. His movements were slow and deep, which was making your mind spin.

“My badass angel,” He mumbles and presses his lips against your jaw, and begins kissing along it. “My beautiful angel, hmm, uhh,” His groans are getting closer to your ears, and you could feel your walls begin to squeeze around him. You reach up with your other hand and grab onto his shoulder.

“Tae, oh,” You breathe out, your eyes shut as you feel your body becoming lost in the sensual feeling. The slowness of it all, how you could feel the love practically oozing from him onto you. “I love you so much,” His lips reach your earlobe, and you feel your insides twist and flip, his hot breath right there against your skin.

“I love you so much, so much,” He mutters, and then you feel a harsh thrust into you, making you gasp for air. Your head presses against the couch as your high gets closer and closer. “There aren’t enough words,” Your legs were starting to feel tingly, and you could feel heat travelling up your legs. One of his hands slip between your bodies, and he cups your mound before his fingers were on your clit, slowly rubbing around the throbbing nub.

“Taaeee,” You whine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids, and you could feel yourself edging closer to your release once more. “Tae, Tae, oh, fuck, Taaee,” His hips were slow as they rolled into you and his fingers were toying with your clit. “Ohh, uhh,” Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your walls clamping down around him.

“That’s it, let it go, for me,” He whispers before tugging on your ear with his lips. It was like a switch was flipped inside you, you lift your hips to meet his, and you feel the tension inside you snap. Your toes curl in pleasure, and you let out whimpers and whines as you come undone, your grip on his shoulder was slipping as sweat was coating his beautiful honeyed skin, and yours as well.

“Taaeeee!” Your bodies were slipping against each other, it was a hot sweaty mess, and the feeling of it was intoxicating, addicting. His movements begin picking up, not able to hold himself back any more from moving faster, his high was close, and he could feel the head of his cock throbbing with a heartbeat, needing to get his release also.

“Oh, oh… it’s you, oh,” He groans out, words spilling from his mouth, not even sure what to say at the feeling. He pulls his hand away from your clit and holds onto your hip, his stomach presses against yours each time his hips make contact with yours, and you could faintly feel the muscles in his stomach twitching and pulling. “Go- oh,” His head drops against your shoulder as his hips move faster and faster. “Angel…” He groans out, and you feel his hips falter for a moment before feeling ropes of cum spilling into you and his hips rocking against yours to ease himself through his high as you were coming down from yours.

“Tae, fuck…” You mumble and slowly release his hair and run your fingers down his neck and pause once they reach the spot between his shoulders. “Next time I’ll take care of you,” You feel his lips move against your shoulder before he lifts it up to look at you.

“Did it melt away some stress?” He asks. He runs his fingers fully through your hair before moving it down your arm and pulling your hand away from his back to interlock his fingers with yours. You nod your head with a soft ‘Hmm’. “I knew it would,” He sits back on his knees and slowly lets his eyes roam over you, taking in all of you. You do the same, taking in his sweat-coated skin, and the glow surrounding him. “Next time, this will be in the bedroom.”

“Oh, much easier, that way I can also tend to you,” You say. He licks his lips and looks down to where he was still inside you.

“You already tend to me so much,” He mutters. “But if you wish to tend more, I wouldn’t say no,” He squeezes your hand before slowly sliding himself from you. You whimper and take in a deep breath as you feel your walls pulse around him, trying to keep him in place. “But now it’s time for another type of tending,” He leans down and places a kiss between your tits before unwrapping your legs from around him and climbing off the couch. You could feel your mixed releases spilling from you. You quickly sit upright, gasping at how wet your inner thighs felt. “Let me help you,” His arm immediately moves around you and lifts you from the couch.

“Thank you.” You softly say. Your legs felt like they could give out from underneath you at any moment. The trip to the bathroom was slow and steady, but neither of you minded. “Just clean me, we can shower later,” He nods his head and lifts you onto the bathroom counter.

“Can’t promise that I won’t make you cum again at some point,” He says. You watch him wet a wash cloth before stepping between your legs, your legs twitch as you feel him cup your pussy with the lukewarm cloth and slowly clean your folds and inner thighs.

“If you do that, then I can’t promise you won’t be on your knees later in the shower,” You say. Your head falls back as you gasp when he presses the cloth against your clit.

“Can you do that whether I make you cum right now or not?” He asks. “Because I want to be on my knees for you every way I can be,” You lift your head and look at him, his fingers carefully and slowly moving the cloth between your folds. “To worship my goddess angel,” You swallow and slowly nod your head before he pulls the cloth away.

“Let me clean you right now, though,” You say and take the cloth from his hands. You rinse it before reaching lower, he lets out a groan as he feels the cloth wrap around his cock and slowly moves along his length. You slowly clean him, making sure everything was off him before rinsing the cloth once more. “How about we cuddle tonight, in a blanket fort with a view from the window?”

“I’ll begin to get the blankets for the fort,” He says. “And then we should make something to drink and snack on also,” You nod your head, and he helps you off the counter. “But first, let me just get my shirt for you,” He disappears out of the bathroom and a moment later he was back and helping you into one of his shirts.

“Nothing for my lower half?” You jokingly ask. He smiles and places his hand on your asscheek.

“I kind of want to keep looking at your pretty ass,” He says before urging you out of the bathroom with him behind you. “It’s so beautiful,” You shake your head and turn around, pushing yourself against him fully, your hand pressing against his chest and slowly sliding down. “I…”

“It might cost you dearly later tonight if this is what you want,” You say. He swallows and feels your hand travelling lower. “Are you prepared for that?” He rapidly nods his head. “Then stay just like this, I always look at your handsome self,” You move onto your toes, and he lowers his head to meet you halfway, kissing you softly while wrapping his arm around you, and pulling you more against him. You quickly break the kiss and stare up at him. “Let’s go start that blanket fort,” And with that, you break out of his hold and move down the hallway.

“Coming,” He mutters before quickly following you. He was going to have a lot of trouble keeping his hands to himself with you looking this beautiful because he purposely forgot to bring you some panties. You, however, were going to make him squirm just a little, especially while setting up the blanket fort.

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↳ Index [Chapter 23 - Mitte]

• Mitte (German, middle)

Warnings: this is a Tae & Yoongs chapter, they finally talk with each other, it’s beautiful to see, so much mutual respect and healthy conversations, Yoongi also tells him a little bit about vampire history, their friendship is beautiful i wuv them

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: this is one of my fave chapters, i fucking love them

He spent a lot of time down here. The candles have burned down by now, but he doesn’t care. The dark hasn’t bothered him since three millennia.

The floors are wet, as are parts of the walls. The sound of moving water can be heard somewhere. The stench of magic is in the air, it forces his head to pound in a terrible headache. His body is cold as well. The clothes he decided to wear aren’t suited for such rooms. Pants and a button up, both made out of fabric too thin for cold, wet cellars.

He likes heated rooms and being warm, but he is used to the cold, so he doesn’t really mind. He does care for it. He hasn’t done so always, but ever since he feels, he would rather take a warm room over a cold one.

He can’t be picky however, not when so much is at stake.

Light cuts through the darkness then. It aches in his eyes and for just a few seconds, he is blind. He blinks, adjusting to the new situation.

“What are you doing here?” he asks the person holding the oil lamp.

“I could ask you the same question. It has been hours and you are still locked up in this awful room.”

“I can’t leave yet, I have to find out how to stop him.”

“You do, but you also have other priorities.”

“For example?”

“Helping us with the clean-up for example? Or perhaps coming up with what to do next? Or simply making sure ___ is safe?”

“How is she?”

“She is still the same. She is in shock and refuses to speak to anyone.”

“I see. I will check up on her later.”

“It’s too late for that. I helped her fall asleep.”

“Good. At least she won’t be able to think that way.”

“Yes, it’s good. Jungkook is with her for now.”

“Good. He’s perfect for that, he’ll keep her safe if she wakes.”

“I agree.”

Yoongi looks into Taehyung’s eyes for the first time ever since the latter joined him in this wet, cold room.

“Why are you here?” he asks him.

“The others asked me to see how you are doing.”

“Well, you did, now leave.”

Taehyung stays in the doorframe, shaking his head in refusal.

“Tch”, Yoongi lets out defeated and stands up from the wooden chair he had been hunching on for hours. He stretches out his back and turns away from Taehyung in order to disappear deeper into the room.

The dozens and dozens of shelves were a labyrinth for him once, but he spent enough time in here to know his ways by now.

The first three rows are stacked with potions and their ingredients. They are useless to him.

The next five are stacked with books. Of both magical and normal nature. They are useless to him, except for one book, which lies opened on page 639 back on the table.

Yoongi skimmed through row nine and ten already. They were filled with all sorts of magical devices. Some seemed useful, some interesting and some boring, but none was the one thing he was looking for.

“What are actually doing here?”

Yoongi doesn’t startle upon hearing Taehyung’s voice behind him because he heard his steps before that. He looks over his shoulder. Taehyung left the oil lamp by the table. They can still see each other clearly despite that.

“I’m looking for something.”

“And what is it you are looking for?”

“Why do you care?”

Taehyung blinks in confusion.

“Because the last time I checked, we are on the same side.”

“Sure”, Yoongi says sarcastically and with a loud scoff, he turns away from Taehyung.

The latter stays quiet for now, trailing behind Yoongi as he loses himself farther and farther in the labyrinth of shelves.

The eleventh shelf turns out to be useless as well. Yoongi turns, almost colliding with Taehyung from just how close the younger vampire is standing.

Yoongi lifts his head, locking eyes with Taehyung again.

“Out of my way”, he hisses.

“You are angry at me”, Taehyung says, making himself big in order to force Yoongi to have the conversation.

“Angry is an understatement.”

“Angry, mad, furious. However you may call it. You are upset with me.”

“I’m disappointed.”

Taehyung knits his brows. He clearly hadn’t expected that.

“Now get the fuck out of my way before I decide to throw you all the way back there”, he says, nodding his head into the direction of the far away hallway.

Taehyung sneaks a glance at it over his shoulder then turns back to Yoongi.

“You are disappointed in me?” he asks.

“Tzt”, Yoongi lets out and pushes Taehyung to the side.

He stomps to the hallway in big steps. Taehyung follows him hurriedly.

“Talk to me”, he tries.

“Just piss off”, Yoongi answers him, taking on the next shelf.

“Hyung, I want to talk with you.”

“Don’t call me that”, Yoongi whips around, “I’m not your family, so shove it.”

Taehyung tries to cover up the hurt in his eyes, but fails.

“Now leave me the fuck alone before I actually hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me”, the words weren’t filled with provocation but rather with childish hopefulness.

“Yes, Taehyung. Yes, I would hurt you. Oh I would love to hurt you. If it wasn’t for ___, I already would have. Hell, you’d be dead already.”

“But why?”

“Why?” Yoongi’s nostrils flared as he growled the word, “now you’re just fucking with me. You really wanna push me?”

“No. No, I really wasn’t”, Taehyung insists with widened eyes, “I, I genuinely want you to tell me.”

“You-”, Yoongi hisses and grabs Taehyung by his chin.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes closed.

“I want to fix this!” he blurts out in his attempt to save his face from getting bashed in by Yoongi’s lifted fist.

Yoongi halts.

“___ is traumatised and, and she needs us both.”

Yoongi lowers his fist.

“And that means that we need to stick together.”

Yoongi lets go of Taehyung’s chin. The latter opens his eyes.

“I know that you are upset with me, but please Yoongi let’s try to fix this for ___’s sake.”

Yoongi listens with a tense jaw.

“She doesn’t need another burden on her shoulders in the form of us constantly wanting to kill each other. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Yoongi grinds his teeth, studying Taehyung’s face with iciness in his gaze. Taehyung falters in his confidence now that he is victim to Yoongi’s punishing look. Soon he touches his own hair, playing with it to soothe himself.

“I agree”, Yoongi says coldly.

“You do?” Taehyung almost gasped the question for Yoongi’ compliance truly surprised him.

Yoongi nods his head, but his frown stays on his face.

“Wow, hyung those are great news. I truly didn’t expect you to agree.”

Yoongi turns a cold shoulder to Taehyung.

“Don’t call me that”, he says.

“I apologize, force of habit. I won’t call you like that again.”

Yoongi begins hurrying down the small corridor. Taehyung follows him close by, looking at everything Yoongi looked at seconds before.

“So what are you doing here?” he asks him.

“I’m looking for something.”

“Yes? What are you looking for?”

“It shouldn’t concern you.”

“Well, it does. We are on the same side, remember?”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Taehyung, grinding his teeth.

“I guess”, he murmurs, looking away again.

“So? What are we looking for?”

“We?”

“Yes”, Taehyung flashes Yoongi a sweet smile, “I want to help you.”

Yoongi sighs loudly.

“Fine”, he gives in, “follow me.”

And with that, the two vampires hurry back to the desk in silent steps. They both blink to get used to the change of lighting.

Yoongi hovers himself above the book, which is opened on page 637 because Taehyung flipped through it before deciding to join Yoongi. The latter flips it back to page 639 and presses his finger into the page.

“This”, he says, “this is what I’m looking for.”

“I see. May I read?”

“If you can read this language.”

“Oh, you underestimate me. Of course I can read it”, Taehyung says and sits down on the chair. He begins reading.

Yoongi disappears in the meantime, returning to the shelf in search for what he is looking for.

He doesn’t find it and continues to the next shelf.

Taehyung returns when he has looked through a quarter of the stuff.

“The Unbreaking Shackles. Why are you looking for such a terrible weapon?” he asks him.

“Because ___ destroyed the one we wanted to use.”

“Yes, because we would all be dead otherwise.”

Yoongi glance at Taehyung angrily.

“I wasn’t blaming her, so stuff that accusatory tone of yours up your pompous ass.”

“Yoongi”, Taehyung sounds disappointed, “you promised me that we would get along.”

“I never said that. I promised you that I wouldn’t fight with you in front of her anymore. I never promised you friendship.”

“Well, that is terrible. I thought you wanted to get along even when she isn’t here.”

“I could never get along with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are a terrible person.”

“Hey, now are you being unreasonable.”

“You drank her blood”, Yoongi growls, turning to Taehyung and stepping so close their breaths intermingle, “this is the literal definition of being a scumbag.”

“I don’t want to harm her.”

“And yet you still do.”

“You are twisting my intentions.”

“Am I? Now tell me, what’s so good about drinking the blood of the woman you swore to love and keep safe?”

“Because I love her.”

Yoongi scoffs, “no, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!” Taehyung insists loudly, furrowing his brows, “stop questioning my feelings for her. I love her.”

“Let’s say you do. Why do you think it okay to drink her blood?”

“Because it makes me feel closer to her.”

“You’re sick”, Yoongi hisses and turns his back to Taehyung.

“I mean it”, Taehyung insists, “I was so careful when I bit her. I made sure she was comfortable and never in pain. And she enjoyed it.”

“Don’t say that”, Yoongi hisses, grinding his teeth at the image of how you enjoyed getting drained. It infuriates him too much.

“I am honest. She was never in pain and afterwards I helped her heal with just a few drops of my blood.”

“I told you not to say that!” Yoongi screams so loudly that the entire room shakes in his echo.

Taehyung closes his mouth, looking at Yoongi with fearful eyes.

“First you play with her life by draining her and then you play with her freedom by feeding her our cursed blood. How dare you? Do you have no respect for her?”

“I respect her, I really do”, Taehyung insists honestly.

“And yet you-”, Yoongi swallows what he wanted to say, “I hate you so much, you asshole. You are such a reckless child. Fuck, I should kill you.”

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung says, “I truly am sorry. I didn’t think that blood sharing carries so many negative connotations for you.”

Yoongi takes a step back. The apology reeks of honesty and it irritates him because he didn’t expect Taehyung to be honest.

“But I truly meant no harm when I fed from her. My intentions were of a good heart, one that loves her dearly and that craved the intimacy only blood sharing can offer.”

“That’s just a lame excuse. You can be intimate with someone without participating in this terrible thing.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“I did. It’s disgusting.”

“Well, maybe you should try it with-”

“Don’t finish this sentence”, Yoongi growls, “I would never put her through that.”

“Maybe just once?”

“No”, Yoongi flashes his ruby eyes, “tread carefully now, Kim Taehyung.”

“Okay, I’m sorry”, Taehyung gives in, “I won’t talk about it anymore. I just”, he exhales through his nose loudly, “I just hope that you can find it in yourself to stop seeing me as a villain. I love ___ dearly and I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Then stop drinking her blood.”

Taehyung keeps quiet.

“Tzt. As I thought. The weapon’s not here, let’s go to the next shelf.”

Yoongi brushes past Taehyung and leaves. His steps are slow, almost as if he was dragging weight behind himself.

“___ told me that she wants to stop for a while. Did you force her to it?”

“Force her?” Yoongi’s voice trembles in anger, “I would never force her to do anything. How dare you.”

“But it must be because of you.”

“Yes, because she knows that it upsets me. And because other than you, she actually respects other people’s feelings.”

“I respect them as well.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do”, Taehyung insists.

“Tell yourself that if it makes you sleep better at night.”

Yoongi abandons Taehyung on the main hallway, but the younger vampire doesn’t stay on there for long. Very soon and he is by Yoongi’s side, helping him look whilst trying to keep the conversation going.

“I respect them. That is why I want you to tell me why you are so upset and why you are disappointed in me, so I can understand you better.”

“I told you. You are a scumbag.”

“No, that is not it. I know your feelings for me changed. Back when we pretended to be a frat house we liked each other. Remember?”

“I think you only imagined that. I never liked you.”

“You are lying. The music nights we shared. When we thought of melodies together and then played them. You can’t tell me that those nights were nothing but pretend.”

“You are not that person anymore. Neither am I.”

“Indeed. Now we are both feeling and we are in love with the same woman, which means we have to work even harder to fix us.”

Taehyung grabs Yoongi by his shoulders and turns him. Yoongi lets him, making eye contact the instant they are facing each other.

“We can’t stay so broken. Eternity is too long to spend it with fighting, especially when it hurts ___.”

“Oh? Now you want to make it about hurting her? Start with thinking about what you did before pointing fingers at me.”

“Yoongi, I told you”, Taehyung sounds exhausted, “I had no evil intentions behind sharing blood with her. I just wanted to be closer to her. Why can’t you see it? I just wanted intimacy.”

“Because it’s not intimate or good or romantic. It’s awful and should be forbidden.”

“Why?”

“Because it is”, Yoongi insists, “aren’t we hurting enough people? Why do we have to hurt the people close to us? The people we love and, and promised to protect?”

Taehyung takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales it the same way. He relaxes his shoulders, pulling his hands away from Yoongi’s arm.

“I see”, he says, “have you hurt someone during blood sharing?”

“It shouldn’t concern you.”

“Well, it does if it helps me understand you better.”

Yoongi stays silent and leaves. He is looking at the contents of the shelf with such precision that Taehyung knows he is acting busy to avoid talking.

“I’m sorry that you did. I hurt someone too, a long time ago. Her name was Jackie and I bit too deeply by accident. She cried so much and told me that I was a monster. She wanted it initially, but never wanted to see me again afterwards. Till this day I feel terrible for what I did to her.”

“That should be proof enough for why you shouldn’t do this with ___. What if Jackie was ___? What if you bit her too deeply?”

“Because I was careful. Oh, Yoongi I am telling you, the moment my fangs touched her skin, I concentrated on nothing other than her comfort. I don’t go deep, just enough to get droplets of her blood. I am actively making sure to never repeat what I did to Jackie. I never went too far, you have to believ-”

“You never went too far?” Yoongi has Taehyung pressed against the shelf with his fingers around his throat and his face morphed into demonic anger, “you almost killed her the last time, you fuck.”

“I, I can’t breathe”, Taehyung chokes out, hitting Yoongi’s hand.

“I don’t fucking care. I don’t care about anything you fuck feel”, Yoongi spits, “you and your empty words. You speak of tenderness and love when your actions show the opposite.”

“I want to change, I urgh-”, Taehyung gags and writhes, “hyun- plea-”

“I want to kill you”, Yoongi growls, “you ruin everything.”

“Ple-”

“I love her. I love her so very much that I wanna move mountains for her and because of you I will lose her”, the corners of Yoongi’s mouth grow, showing off his true teeth, “you’re gonna kill her, but not when I can prevent it. Hear me, Kim Taehyung? I’m gonna rip you to fucking shreds”, he says and runs his long tongue over his sharp teeth, “you think you know how Rippers kill? Fucker, I am the monster we are based on and I’m happy to show you why that is. Give you a taste of your own fucked up medicine and make you choke on your own blood before I rip your fucking head off with my teeth.”

Yoongi draws closer. Taehyung whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.”

“And neither does ___ and yet you get off on ending her life.”

“I went too far!” Taehyung chokes out, “I lost control. Please Yoongi, I admit my fault. I truly lost control.”

Yoongi growls, pressing down harder on his neck. He unhinges his jaw, opening it so he can bury his fangs in Taehyung’s throat.

“And I’m sorry!” Taehyung squeaks, writhing in fear.

Yoongi's fingers loosen their grip. His once black eyes return to ruby. His mouth shifts back to human size.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry to ___ and I’m sorry to you. You are right. I was blinded by my blood lust and lost control. And I’m sorry.”

Yoongi’s fingers slip from his throat, now resting on Taehyung’s chest.

“Please believe me. I don’t want to kill her and, and I don’t want to take her from you.”

Taehyung places his hand over Yoongi’s.

“You make her happy in ways I fail to do and in return I have never seen you so…alive before. Why should I ruin something so wonderful? So honest and real? Please believe me when I say that I want to change.”

Yoongi looks to the side.

“I want to change for ___ and I want to change for us. You are my friend, even if we fight. And I hurt you. I admit my faults and I’m sorry. For hurting you and for hurting ___.”

Yoongi takes a step back.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “fuck you for actually meaning it.”

“Because I do. I really, really do. I don’t want to lose her and I also don’t want to lose you and the others. So I am here begging you for one more chance.”

“And if I give you one? How long will it take before you put her in danger again?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “I won’t put her in danger anymore, I promise. I will only give her my blood when she asks me for it or if she is hurt. I promise you.”

“Sweet talk it all you want, you won’t change my mind about the blood sharing.”

“I have realised that much by now and I don’t intent to change it. I guess this is a topic we won’t agree on. But I am trying to change your mind about how you see me.”

“Just help me look for that cursed weapon instead.”

“I am. I haven’t found it yet.”

“Neither have I.”

“Are you certain that it is in here?”

“It must be. That’s where Meredith keeps all her trinkets.”

“Have you asked her already?”

“No. The witches still aren’t back.”

“I see. Then we will find it without them. I am sure of it”, Taehyung says and reaches out to nudge Yoongi’s arm, “we’ll find it together, hyung.”

“Stop calling me like that.”

“I’m sorry. I am just so used to calling you that name, that it comes natural to me.”

“Tch.”

They end up leaving the corridor and walking to the next one. It is the second to last shelf.

“Oh dear”, Taehyung says, “this is a lot of stuff.”

“Yes. It’ll take a while. You start at the beginning, I’ll start at the end.”

“Understood. Let’s meet in the middle.”

“Mhm.”

Yoongi disappears.

Taehyung looks at the small form of Yoongi at the end of the corridor. He huffs out air in defeat. Well, this is going to be a lot of work. Not only finding the weapon, but also getting Yoongi to open back up to him. He knows that it is possible. He knows that out of his former roommates, Yoongi was always the fondest of him. He knows that there was a time where he could call him his family and Yoongi wouldn’t mind. And because he possesses such knowledge, he knows that he can get Yoongi to like him again.

It will just be a long way to get there. A long, long way to meet in the middle. Taehyung almost has to laugh at just how perfectly the situation fits. Meeting in the middle. Yes, let’s do that for now, he thinks and begins looking through Meredith’s trinkets.

He finds a cube which can suck all air out of a room, but it isn’t what he is looking for. He also finds a very interesting looking coin. It has the word “eternal blindness” written on its back. Taehyung discards it quickly and moves on to the next section.

He finds a book. It is as light as feather and carries the words “Magnus Vasistas” on its cover. He doesn’t dare to open the book, placing it back on the shelf.

Then he sneaks a glance at Yoongi. He has already come a little closer. His brows are furrowed in concentration.

Taehyung turns his head away and begins sorting through the stuff again.

There is a goblet which catches his attention. It is made of metal as black as obsidian and with purple crystals embedded on its rim. He twists and turns it a few times then looks inside. It is empty safe for the dust covering the surface.

“This is not right”, he murmurs and places it back on the shelf.

His eyes lock on a stone next. It sits right in his palm. It feels cold on his skin. Taehyung widens his eyes. The coldness is disappearing. It becomes warmer and warmer and warmer and warmer and…

“Ah”, he gasps, dropping the stone.

Yoongi turns his head upon hearing the loud sound of it landing on the ground.

“It burned me”, Taehyung says, showing Yoongi his scorched palm, “ah it hurts terribly.”

“It’s your own fault for touching it.”

“It truly hurts”, Taehyung whines, staring at his palm, “why is it not healing?”

Yoongi sighs in defeat and within a second he is by Taehyung’s side. He wraps his fingers around Taehyung’s wrist and pulls his hand closer.

“What did you touch?” he asks, inspecting the deep wound.

“This stone”, Taehyung says, pointing at the inconspicuous looking stone sitting on the ground, “it felt cold at first but then it heated up and burned me.”

“Tzt”, Yoongi clicks his tongue is distaste, “that’s why you shouldn’t touch anything in here. This stone is dangerous. She probably laced it with eternal scorching.”

“What? Eternal scorching? Ah”, Taehyung gasps before he has to hiss in discomfort, “ah it hurts.”

“I know. Idiot. You just cursed your own hand.”

“Please make it stop, it hurts unbearably.”

“Serves you right”, Yoongi murmurs, but still tugs Taehyung with him, “follow me, I know a cure.”

He drags Taehyung all the way back to the first shelf and stops right when they are at the middle. He is still holding Taehyung wrist whilst the latter is trying not to close his fingers. His palm burns so much that he can barely handle it. His wound grows exponentially.

“That’s it”, Yoongi says and reaches for an emerald green bottle. He opens the cork with his teeth, spitting it on the ground. Then he turns to Taehyung and tugs his hand closer, “hold still.”

And without warning he pours the green liquid all over his hand.

“Ah!” Taehyung exclaims, trying to wiggle away, “what is this? This feels terrible.”

“Quit whining. It’s the antidote. Look, it’s dissolving the curse.”

The scorch on Taehyung’s hand is sizzling until it stops and magically becomes smaller and smaller.

“It healed”, Taehyung gasps.

“Yes, that’s what it’s supposed to do”, Yoongi says dryly and leaves him by the potion shelf.

Taehyung takes a quick glance at the bottles. He can’t read the letters they display.

“Yoongi”, he calls out and turns to hurry to the older vampire.

He finds him hunched over the book, reading page 639 once again.

“How come you know so much about all of this?”

“I lived long enough”, he answers him dryly.

“No, there must be more behind your knowledge.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him, but stays silent otherwise. He is too focused on memorising the words on the paper.

Taehyung studies his face then the book until he lands on his face again.

“Now this weapon”, he begins, “how come you knew of its existence?”

“I just do.”

“I would like to argue that I posses a great knowledge of witchcraft and yet I never heard of it. Let alone heard about curses of eternal scorching and emerald antidotes. How do you know so much?”

Yoongi lifts his eyes from the book, locking them with Taehyung. When he sees the determination in his gaze, he gives up with a loud sigh.

“Because most of those things I helped create three thousand years ago.”

“What?” Taehyung gasps, widening his eyes, “you helped?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“I was a warlock before I became a vampire. A pretty impressive warlock actually. I helped write most of those spells in this book”, he says, touching the book.

“Now that is”, Taehyung laughs in disbelief, “those are the most mindboggling news I have ever heard. You possessed magic as a human?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“This is wonderful. Why did you never tell me?”

“Why should I have?” Yoongi asks, scrunching his nose up in disgust, “it’s not like it’s any of your business.”

“Well, I think that it is. You were a warlock once, this is wonderful. How come you became a vampire?”

“It shouldn’t concern you.”

“Well, I want to know. How did all of this start? How did we start? Was it one of your spells?”

“No.”

“Well, what was it then?”

“Why are you so nosy?”

Taehyung huffs out air, sending Yoongi a little pout.

“Fine”, Yoongi says with annoyance in his voice, “I was still a warlock in apprenticeship. We all were, my friends and I. And one night we stole one of our master’s spells and used it. It was my idea. Our master told us that we weren’t ready for it yet, but I wouldn’t listen because I was a proud asshole, who wanted to prove him wrong. So we stole it and tried it out. Thirty people died, a couple hundred got injured and our village lost half of their crops.”

“Oh that is terrible. Was it the spell which started vampirism?”

“No. It wasn’t, it was the spell of Eternal Scorching. It is supposed to be used only on little objects. We tried to curse a rock with it, but we lost control and it spread over our lands and burned the people from the inside out.”

“Oh.”

“Our teacher stopped the spell before it could spread any further and captured all of us with magic. He created vampirism as our punishment. He cursed all of us to eternal life so we will never be freed of the terrible guilt of what we had done.”

“Well that is…not what I had expected. So our nature is truly a curse?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Taehyung asks and chuckles in confusion.

“For starting all of this.”

“What?” Taehyung asks, “but it’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is. If I wasn’t such a childish idiot back then, if I only had listened and not overestimated my own abilities, maybe then this awful curse would have never spread over the lands.”

“There is nothing to forgive, I don’t blame you.”

“Well, you should. I know it’s my fault. The sorcerer let me know by making me the only goddamn Gluttonous Ripper and I know how my lineage turned out. I know that my creations are fucking cursed to a sad life and I know that it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. Haven’t you spent most of your life teaching your lineage ways they could control their urges?”

“Yes? What about it?”

“So you helped them. They may have been cursed to a sad life, but you broke that curse by giving them back their control. So stop wallowing in self-pity when you did so much to prove the sorcerer wrong.”

Yoongi listens intently, staring at Taehyung with slightly widened eyes.

“You’re not that selfish person anymore. Hell, you are sometimes so self-sacrificing and, and righteous that it infuriates me.”

Yoongi scoffs and shows the smallest of smiles.

“Thanks, I guess”, he murmurs, looking back into the book.

Taehyung smiles as well. Yoongi is warming up to him again. He knows that he is. Taehyung steps closer until their arms were touching. Yoongi doesn’t put distance between their bodies.

“So that book”, Taehyung begins, “you created it while you were still a warlock?”

“Yes, my friends and I did, but the sorcerer must have finished it.”

“How are you so certain that he did?”

“Because of this.”

Yoongi flips the book on its last page. The handwriting is almost unreadable as if the mind which produced it was clinging to its last string of sanity.

“I think the sorcerer went insane in guilt for what he did to us”, Yoongi says.

“You think so?”

Yoongi nods his head, “I don’t think that his intentions were to create immortal monsters which hunt innocent humans and kill them so violently. I think that perhaps the curse of vampirism was too much for him as well and it laced itself in our bodies in a way which he couldn’t control.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. I can still remember how he talked about dark magic and that the price for our punishment is the blood of an innocent. He sacrificed a lamb back then, but I believe that the darkness of the magic laced itself with the blood and as it entered our bodies it created the dark hunger for blood. I think the sorcerer wasn’t aware of just how unpredictable the dark magic he used was and I really think that he only wanted to curse us with immortality, but that the dark magic took over and turned us into how we function.”

“Do you think that this is also the reason why we dry out if we aren’t fed blood? Because the dark magic needs to feed on blood and if we don’t consume blood, the curse resorts to feasting on our own blood until we are drained?”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Taehyung.

“I didn’t think that yet, but I think you’re right. It would make sense.”

Taehyung smiles proudly.

Yoongi looks at his smile for just a second before he averts his gaze back into the book.

Taehyung moves closer to get a better look at the page. He drapes his arm across Yoongi’s back. It forces the older vampire to tense up and sneak a confused look at Taehyung. He doesn’t move away however.

“What does this say? I can’t read it”, Taehyung asks.

“I think this is the solution to all of our problems”, Yoongi says.

“How come?”

“As I said before, I think the sorcerer spent his life trying to fix what he had done. I think that this obsession turned him mad in the end, but this right here”, Yoongi dances his fingers over the page, “this right here is the last proof of his genius.”

“It’s barely even distinguishable.”

“It’s a spell for reversing the curse of vampirism.”

“What?” Taehyung gasps, “a spell to reverse vampirism?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“It says right here. Lace it on to a blade. Yes, yes. Lace a blade. Pierce a heart with it. The heart of my demons. The demons. Oh what have I done? It will redeem my deeds. This will redeem my deeds. Lace a blade and pierce a heart.”

“You can read those scribbles?”

“I had to decipher his writing on a board back in school”, Yoongi says, making Taehyung laugh.

Yoongi allows a small smile to hush over his lips.

“I see. Well, then we can be glad that you have so much experience”, Taehyung says, rubbing his hand up and down Yoongi’s lower back.

Yoongi moves away with an arch of his back. He looks just slightly flustered. Taehyung ignores it, sitting down on the edge of the desk instead.

“So why do we need the Unbreakable Shackles?”

“I want to capture Namjoon with them and then use the blade on him.”

“What?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“You want to steal Namjoon of his vampirism?”

“Yes.”

“That is truly your plan?”

“Yes. Is it that unbelievable?”

“Yes, it is. What about killing him? Wasn’t this always our goal?”

“No. We can’t be killed. The only way has always been to weaken him and then keep him in a cell for all eternity.”

“This is”, Taehyung pauses for he finds no words to describe the utter surprise he is feeling, “how are you so certain that the spell will work?”

“I’m not, but trying never hurt anybody.”

“Until it does. What if it doesn’t work and Namjoon stays a vampire?”

“Then we will keep him in a cell for all eternity.”

“And if it works?”

Yoongi falters. Taehyung watches as fearful heartbreak glimmers in his eyes for a mere second.

“We’ll see when we get there”, Yoongi answers him.

“I see”, Taehyung averts his eyes to the book, “to know that such a spell exists”, he murmurs, dancing his fingers over the page, “this is…”

“Our hope.” “Terrible.”

The two vampires say at the same time, meeting each other’s eyes in a surprised look.

“What? Our hope?” Taehyung asks Yoongi.

Yoongi stays silent, tensing his jaw.

“Yoongi”, Taehyung jumps down from the table, stepping closer to Yoongi, “our hope? Why are you saying this?”

“Well, why do you think it’s terrible?” Yoongi hisses, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Because it’s terrible. If this spell falls into the wrong hands they can use it to drain whichever vampire is dumb enough to run into their blade. We could lose everything.”

“So? You’d still be human.”

“Yes. And mortal and weak and without the ability to heal or to never get sick and in the end you will die.”

Yoongi scoffs, looking to the side. Taehyung studies the features of his friend with worry in his eyes.

“What are you planning to do with this spell after we used it on Namjoon and it deemed successful?” Taehyung asks him quietly, dreading the answer.

“Nothing”, Yoongi dismisses him.

“Are you planning to use it on yourself?”

Yoongi gives him a quick glance.

“Let’s continue looking for the shackles, they must be here somewhere”, he dodges his question, stomping off in quick steps.

Taehyung runs after him, grabbing him by his elbow.

“Hyung, talk to me. Are you truly considering using it on yourself?”

“And if I do? What about it?” Yoongi hisses, ripping himself free from Taehyung’s hold.

Taehyung reaches for him instantly, holding his wrist.

“You can’t do this.��

“Why not?”

“Because you’d lose everything.”

“Yeah and gain much more.”

Taehyung laughs in disbelief.

“No”, he says, circling Yoongi until the smaller vampire can do nothing more than stop and look up at him, “do you hear yourself talk?”

“It’s my decision, isn’t it?”

“No, no it’s not. Not anymore.”

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re not alone in this world anymore. You can’t be so bloody selfish.”

“Selfish? Do you even know how awful it is to know that no matter what you try, you can never die?” Yoongi hisses.

“Yes, yes I do.”

“No you don’t. You just have to rip your own heart out or run into a fire. You have the option to ram a stake through your heart and rip your own head off. Me? When I try any of those things? I’ll wake up again and continue to fucking live. You’ll never know how it is to actually be immortal because while you may not die through most deaths, in the end you still have options.”

Yoongi pushes Taehyung softly.

“You fucker can still end it whenever you want, but I can’t.”

Taehyung reaches for Yoongi, holding his wrists with utmost care.

“I understand what you mean, but please don’t use it on yourself.”

“Why not?” Yoongi asks, fighting Taehyung’s hold.

“Because you’d become mortal.”

“So? At least I could finally die.”

“Do you hear yourself talk?” Taehyung presses out, eyes filling with tears, “you selfish cunt, don’t you have enough reasons to want to stay alive? Isn’t ___ enough?”

Yoongi stops fighting, staring at him with widened eyes.

“Isn’t she enough to want to live? To want to stay immortal?” Taehyung’s voice is trembling, tears roll down his cheek, “how dare you do that to her. How dare you make the decision of how long she wants to be by your side for her.”

“You don’t-”

“Don’t tell me that I don’t understand. I understand a lot”, Taehyung interrupts him, “back when I was captured and you came to talk to me, you told me that I shouldn’t give up on life because ___ hasn’t given up on me yet”, Taehyung shakes Yoongi’s hands as if he wanted to shake him awake from his insanity, “you told me that it is worth wanting to live for her”, his voice is shuddering in emotion, “so goddamn, believe your own words and live.”

“If the spell is successful I can still live with her.”

“No”, Taehyung sobs softly, “please, don’t give up your immortality, not yet.”

He falls around Yoongi’s neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” Yoongi grunts, trying and failing to escape the hug.

“You can’t think like that. Not yet. You can’t become mortal.”

“Why not?” Yoongi pushes him away, “why can’t I become mortal? What if the day comes when ___ dies? Where she is old and grey and her heart gives up? What then? You expect me to continue living after I had to watch her die?”

“No.”

“Then let me become mortal and let me fucking die.”

“No, I can’t do this”, he intertwines his fingers with Yoongi, “you know ___, you know that there will come a day where she wants to become just like us. And, and when that day comes you have to be immortal with us. It would kill ___ if she knew that you wouldn’t be with her for all eternity.”

“She shouldn’t give up her mortality.”

“Well, if that is what she wants then we have to let her. She’ll drink my blood, become a Normal so she won’t be cursed and then you and I can make sure she learns how to drink blood without killing.”

“You’re sick for even thinking that.”

“I’m not sick. Don’t you want to be with her for all eternity?”

“Of course I do. That’s all I’m thinking about.”

Taehyung smiles.

“See? Then concentrate on that thought instead of wanting to die.”

Yoongi inhales deeply.

“I just want to know that I have an option”, he confesses quietly, “even if she becomes a vampire, she can still be killed. I could still lose her. Fuck, I just want to know that I am also able to die.”

“Okay”, Taehyung says, “I understand. That is why we will test it on Namjoon. If it works and he becomes mortal, then you will know that shall the day come where you lose everything and death seems sweet, you can end it. But please Yoongi”, Taehyung squeezes Yoongi’s hands, “please don’t think about it for as long as you have ___ and you are happy.”

Yoongi furrows his brows.

“You deserve to be happy. Truly happy, without thinking about wanting to die. And if you don’t believe me, take it from ___. I know that she wants you to enjoy your life. So goddamn, enjoy it for her if you can’t do it for yourself. And you’ll see, one day you will realise that you have long stopped enjoying it for her sake and that you like it because you genuinely enjoy living.”

Yoongi is deeply moved by Taehyung’s words. He is also deeply moved by the grief Taehyung showed when he talked about dying. He never even thought that Taehyung cared enough about him to find sadness in his death. Yoongi is deeply moved by how much he seems to care. But he can’t show it, because it embarrasses him.

He pulls his hands away.

“You’re a dreamer”, he murmurs, turning around to flee.

Taehyung follows him.

“Perhaps I am, but I genuinely believe that you have many bright days ahead of you.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi looks at the shelf with shy eyes, “let’s just look for the shackles.”

“Yes, we’ll look for them. And I hope you will think about what I said.”

“I won’t use it. At least not yet”, Yoongi whispers.

“Oh Yoongi”, Taehyung falls around his neck again, “this is great news.”

The latter wiggles out of the hug.

“Why do you keep hugging me?” he hisses with burning cheeks.

“Because I’m happy that you won’t give up yet.”

“So? Stop hugging me.”

Taehyung giggles and nudges Yoongi’s arm, “don’t lie, you like it.”

“No, I don’t. It’s weird.”

Taehyung grins, flustering Yoongi even more.

“Whatever”, he dismisses him, disappearing in the narrow corridor.

“I like this, Yoongi”, Taehyung follows him, “I feel like we made a lot of progress.”

“We made zero progress, except that you burned your hand.”

“I’m not talking about our search, but us.”

Yoongi halts and looks over his shoulder.

“I’m glad we made progress.”

“I’m still mad at you for drinking her blood.”

“I know, that is why I decided that I will stop it for a while.”

Yoongi scoffs, cocking his right eyebrow up in surprise.

“I can’t promise you that it will last forever because I truly love the intimacy of it, but for a while I won’t do it”, Taehyung says, making Yoongi turn.

“Why not forever?” he asks.

“Because it makes me happy. Yoongi, you should have been with us when it was still a thing between her and me. She didn’t feel a thing and was incredibly happy afterwards. We shared comfort that way.”

“Tch.”

“But you are right. It long stopped being what it was initially. I became greedy. When we started sharing our blood I only took a little, but ever since a few weeks, I took more than I should have. And I wanted to let Jimin feed from her as well, which I never should have allowed. I admit my fault.”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Do you know that he forced her to drink his blood?”

“Yes, she told me.”

“And what do you think of it?”

“I broke his nose, because I punched him way too hard.”

“Hah”, Yoongi scoffs, “good. I’d have done far worse.”

“I know.”

Yoongi studies his features.

“You’re bearable when you’re without him, brat”, he says, “why does he have to be with us?”

“Because he’s my best friend.”

“He’s an entitled bastard, that’s what he is. He thinks that he has a right to you.”

“Doesn’t everyone who loves someone think that way?”

“Being with someone you love isn’t a right, it’s a privilege. He should be happy that you put up with his shit and you should reconsider your own value.”

“What does that mean?”

“You deserve better. You know that, don’t you?”

“What are you insinuating?” Taehyung seems angry.

“Crying after sex isn’t normal, Taehyung. Feeling too scared to voice your opinion because he could scream at you isn’t either. Neither is making yourself as small as a mouse whenever he’s in the room.”

Taehyung stumbles back, back hitting the shelf. His eyes are widened yet glassy.

“It’s not like that anymore”, he whispers.

“Maybe, but we both know Jimin won’t ever better himself. Not even death was able change his ways.”

“He’s different now”, Taehyung insists.

“I hope you wake up one day. You’re a sweet man, terribly naïve at times, but at your core you are sweet”, Yoongi says, “Jimin shouldn’t be with us. I never liked that he was. He takes that sweetness from you.”

Taehyung blinks rapidly, seeming lost for words for just a moment. He is searching for his voice just long enough that Yoongi turns his shoulder to him to look for the shackles instead.

“So why did you allow Namjoon to live with us?” Taehyung finally throws back, “he’s far worse than Jimin ever was.”

Yoongi grinds his teeth, “because I had to make sure that he behaves and…and because he wasn’t always that way.”

“Neither was Jimin. Namjoon made him that way.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “touché”, he grumbles, turning his back to Taehyung.

“So you see? It all comes down to Namjoon”, Taehyung says, catching up with him in big steps.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, right brow cocked up in question.

“He made Jimin the way he is, he is threatening ___ and he is the reason why we are fighting.”

“The reason why we are fighting is your own recklessness, brat”, Yoongi throws back.

“Fine, very well. I must admit, it is also my own recklessness”, Taehyung says, lifting his finger in defeat.

Yoongi scoffs and clicks his tongue.

“But I am truthful. I won’t drink her blood anymore. And if she feels ready for it again, I promise you that I will do it as carefully as possible.”

“And if she won’t ever want it again?”

“Then I won’t do it. All I want is her safety.”

“I want her safety too.”

“Then we can agree on that. Her safety”, Taehyung says, offering Yoongi his hand to shake.

Yoongi eyes it. He takes a deep breath and takes Taehyung’s hand to shake it.

“Her safety”, he says.

“Yes. Her safety”, Taehyung agrees and squeezes his hand, “thank you, Yoongi. For listening to me and telling me how you feel.”

Yoongi studies his face, clicking his tongue in the end, “you can call me hyung”, he whispers.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, feeling his stomach flutter in happiness.

“I understand. Hyung”, he says and smiles brightly.

Yoongi retorts it groggily, pulling his hand back. He turns his attention to the shelf instead.

Taehyung watches him with a light heart. So now they are here. Right in the middle. Quite literally, as well as figuratively.

They have finally met in the middle.

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myheartbelongstojikook · 10 months

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To Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, JHope, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook:

Until we meet again, stay safe, stay healthy, and know that we love each and every one of you. ARMY will be waiting for your return. ❤️

For me, no one will fill my heart or your seats, just you. 😢

Thank you BTS for everything. See you in 2025. It can’t come soon enough.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Fighting!!!

BTS 💜ARMY

ARMY 💜 BTS

💜💜

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spookyserenades · 3 months

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Chapter 18 was wonderful, Yoongi always defends and comes to her rescue, Tae is plucking my nerves! I can’t believe he can’t see it! Ahhhh! Dang haha, I love this fic so much! It keeps me on the edge and makes me laugh. The reactions between her and JK crack me up, he’s softened a lot around her. Joonie has come a long way too, I think he’s starting to realize a lot of things, he’s really good at reading the situation and emotions, I’m wondering if he knows how she feels about all of them. I can’t wait to see how the rest plays out! You’re a wonderful writer! Love to you and stay healthy and safe!

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺💜 Mmmmmm Ugh you're so right Yoongi is definitely always looking out for Y/N, she is very dear to him and he has HAD IT with the Taehyung bullshit!

🥺 Ah I'm so glad I can make you laugh but also keep you on your toes, thank you, love 💕 Jeongguk is one of my favorites to write about in Trouvaille, his character development has certainly been a steady climb in the right direction... his sense of humor is my favorite, as well 🥰 AH and Joon bug! He can be moody but he did a lot of growing up since Y/N adopted him. I agree, I think that he's starting to fall for her, but since he doesn't really know what falling in love is supposed to feel like, he's getting wigged out by that. I also wonder if he knows how she feels about everyone! He knew about her and Yoongi, and I think EVERYONE knew that Seokjin was all about her, but the others? I guess its a wait and see! Thank you so much for being so kind, love to you x1000 bestie! 💕💕💕💕

#drunkposting #trouvaille #asks #dana's thoughts

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male-reader-haven · 2 years

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Sick in Bed (BTS Imagine)

BTS react to their boyfriend being bed-ridden sick (maknae line)

Tags: gender neutral, wholesome

Warnings: none

Here is part 2! Give me some suggestions for imagines/short stories for more!!!

Jimin

Jimin would genuinely be worried about you. Since he in general is an affectionate person and touchy, he would constantly be near you, hugging you and keeping you warm. He would want to make sure you feel loved and safe and would gladly sit with you, watching over your shoulder as you both scroll through tiktok and pass the time.

"Stay close to me and I will chase the sickness away! I'm right here for you, lets just cuddle and heal together, okay cutie?"

Taehyung

Tae is the kind of boyfriend to be clingy and cuddly, even when you are sick. He will constantly visit your room just to check up on you and be nosy. He may be annoying at times you want to be alone, but you love him anyways. Expect to have him smother you with affection!

"Oh, are you sleeping? Feeling any better? It's lonely by myself, can I just sleep in here with you?"

Jungkook

JK is all about rehab and helping you get healthy as fast as possible. He will make sure you eat what you need to, get enough sleep and sunlight, and altogether make sure you are taken care of. He pushes you to work to get better, but is still gentle and caring. He just wants you to be your best self!

"How's my baby today? How about we get up and go for a walk in the sun and fresh air? I'll hold your hand and hug you if you get cold, c'mon, it will be good for you."

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~<3

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#bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts army #bts smut #bts #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #bts x male reader #bts x gender neutral reader #bts x gn reader

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bts-trans · 10 months

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231210 V’s Instagram Story

우리 tae crew 편지들 너무 귀엽고 ㅋㅋ 내가 좋아하는 브이로그까지 찍어서 영상편지 해주고 너무 감동받았다 잘 다녀올게!!

My tae crew the letters were really cute hehe and you even made one of those vlogs I really like. I was so touched because of the video messages you gave me. I'll stay safe and see you when I'm back!!

Letter Translation: [Top right]: during this one year you went around Paris, Paris, Hawaii, again Paris, Paris, Paris, Paris, Tokyo, London - it was a short period of time but there are a lot of fond memories. Take care of your health and return healthy - Yejin.

[Rolled up pink] thanking Taehyung on behalf of the band … wishing him an early happy birthday, asking him to stay in good health and that he worked hard.

[Rolled up part on right]: … and it's been an honour to … The first, second and also third priority is remaining healthy

-Head of the BTS protocol team-

Trans cr; Eisha & Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

#231210 #instagram #insta #taehyung #v #story #tae crew #such a nice gift!#bts #bangtan

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taehyungfirst · 5 months

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On another note, I hope Taehyung’s scars will heal quickly and that he stays healthy and safe all the time.

And can we appreciate how healthy is Taehyung approach about weight gain considering the industry he’s in?

#i just love him a lot he’s really so refreshing in an ugly industry where everyone say the same thing all the time #a knetz said those are wounds from intense training sigh #i’m sure he is reaching his goals #seeing him so healthy so confident so pretty is all that matters to me #taehyung #bts

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soft-bellied-tannies · 11 months

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Chubtober Day 22!

Apparently I’m going rogue now and not following prompts again 😅 I didn’t have much time to write this weekend due to traveling so today’s post is an idea from my drafts.

⚠️ I just want to give a trigger warnings that this idea has some pretty heavy topics. There is discussion of grief related to a parent’s death, trauma related to an accident, injury recovery, and a variety of mental health issues with coping mechanisms related to food and physical activity. Please use your discretion and skip this post if you need to!

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Character & Relationship Breakdown

Dance Professor Jimin/Writer Namjoon/Personal Trainer Jungkook

Artist Taehyung/Choreographer Hobi

Music Therapist Yoongi/Private Chef Jin

Taehyung and Namjoon are brothers

Jimin and Taehyung are childhood best friends

Plot Outline

Taehyung and Namjoon are in a car accident with their mother while Tae is driving who is not at all responsible - hit by a drunk driver. Their mother dies, but they are injured. Both are grieving and Tae feels incredibly guilty even though he shouldn’t.

Taehyung can’t face Namjoon due to the grief and unnecessary shame he feels and shuts himself away at home. Hobi is unsure of what to do beyond making sure his partner is comfortable, although Tae thankfully has very minor physical injuries.

Tae is spending most of his time watching his mom’s favorite kdramas and eating her favorite foods as a way to stay connected to her. He all but abandons his artwork, closing and locking the door to his studio with no interest of going back in.

Hobi quickly becomes an enabler because he can’t possibly address Tae’s weight gain considering the reason behind his binge eating. All he wants is for Tae to feel safe and loved as he recovers from so many different sources of emotional trauma and grief.

Hobi is unwavering support for Tae even if it isn’t always received. He would never question what Tae needs, never stopping him from eating or sitting around with his mom’s memories if it helps.

He is also in constant contact with Jimin, trying to lessen the younger’s emotional load knowing that Jimin is carrying a lot. Helping him gives Hobi comfort knowing that he can’t really help Tae right now.

Namjoon has a major leg injury that leaves him nearly immobile without help from his partners. Jimin and Jungkook are both strong enough to help him move around, but Namjoon has little interest in moving aside from bathing and sitting on their balcony. He spends most of his time reading books, looking through photos, and eating in whatever comfortable corner he asks to be left in.

Writing that used to be his perfect outlook felt like the hardest task in the world. Namjoon didn’t even bother to charge his laptop anymore knowing that he would never get a single sentence worth writing out of his head.

On top of his grief, Namjoon begins carrying a lot of guilt because he’s so observant. Jungkook can’t hide his emotions so Namjoon sees when Jimin comforts their partner who is near tears from not being able to help.

Namjoon sees the stress on Jimin’s shoulders because of Namjoon’s physical and mental state, Jungkook’s emotional state, and the fact that Jimin has basically temporarily lost his best friend with Taehyung and Namjoon’s sudden isolation and healing period.

Yoongi and Jin try to support them without hovering, understanding the fragile state all five are currently living in.

Yoongi sends messages of support and suggestions for healthy coping mechanisms that are rarely used. Jin drops off food regularly at both homes, sharing bolstering words and warm hugs with his friends to offer even a moment of relief.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi set up therapy, grief groups, anything they could think of with little participation or willingness from their partners. Tae and Namjoon continue the isolation and emotional eating, the only apparent source of comfort the brothers can seem to find.

Their partners allow the behavior to continue because they don’t know what else to do. Hobi can’t see Taehyung cry anymore, the only way Jungkook can help is by offering Namjoon food, and Jimin is simply emotionally drained.

Jungkook becomes the worst in terms of enabling. His whole being screaming to help, struggling to see his dear Namjoon so broken and his precious Jimin crumbling under the pressure.

He brings home treat after treat just trying to get Namjoon to crack the smallest of smiles. He takes up cooking almost all their meals so Jimin can have a break as his partner has been stress cleaning and handling all the things Namjoon usually handles like finances, errands, and bills on top of his already heavy emotional load.

And Jimin is just barely holding on. He is such an empathetic person that he breaks from the emotional load in small moments that constantly bounce around his mind.

Randomly hitting a wall in the middle of the day after yet another failed conversation about Namjoon calling Tae or going to a grief group leads Jimin to tell Jungkook that he needs to go for a run before he has a breakdown.

Jimin becomes so stressed that he starts losing weight as his partner and best friend are piling on the pounds. He starts running daily to escape the feeling of failing them, searching for constant control on the simple things like bills and chores so he feels like something is actually right and in order.

All Jungkook wants is to help, but he knows when he’s making it more difficult so he puts his energy into other things. Getting Namjoon anything and everything he could possibly want to eat, hitting the weights hard to always be strong enough to move Namjoon around the house, offering simply intimacies like long, tight embraces to help Jimin ground himself.

The more Namjoon watches his partners hold themselves together with tape and glue, the more he eats to fill the nauseous void of warmth in his body.

Jin notices the shift in all three of them during his short visits and starts to accommodate his deliveries. He makes larger portions for Namjoon considering his growing stature, includes heavier proteins for Jungkook seeing his increasing muscle mass, and prepares an entirely separate bag labeled for Jimin to keep it out of Namjoon’s grasp as he watches the younger run the weight off his already tiny frame.

However, there are things that slow Namjoon’s gain slightly in comparison to Taehyung’s.

Namjoon is genuinely trying to hold back sometimes out of guilt. He sees the worry in Jungkook’s eyes and hears Jimin’s calls with the physical therapist about his health.

Taehyung, on the other hand, knows if he’s not eating, he's going to spiral even deeper. It’s his one source of joy now aside from cuddling with his partner and since Hobi isnt stopping it, he'll eat himself sick most days.

Also, Hobi has to be out of the house for work and errands so Tae is left alone to eat whatever he can find while Namjoon always has someone home to contain some of his eating and food access.

Jimin had switched to teaching online courses only for the next year and Jungkook adjusted his schedule for regular clients only since Namjoon has caregiver-type needs. Plus, Jimin will occasionally put his foot down and make healthy meals or snacks when Namjoon has physical therapy or Jimin is having a particularly bad day.

Hobi, instead, leaves Taehyung a pile of snacks, hoping he doesn't clear the pantry while he’s at work. They just don’t have the ability to be home together all day like the others do.

Also, all three supportive partners are clearly active by nature, but Jungkook and Jimin are outwardly fitness-focused people which has some effect on Namjoon even subconsciously.

Tae has absolutely no issue choosing to be sedentary, finding his couch and bottomless snacks surrounded by memories of his mother the best place for him.

On top of Namjoon’s partner’s influence, he has physical pain working against him and sometimes, he just has move around or relocate to find comfort as well as doing his physical therapy exercises.

Jungkook and Jimin prepare extra servings of their own balanced meals, hoping the Namjoon will choose to eat with them which be often does out of guilt.

Tae is left with instant meals, anything Jin brings over, or delivery. He can’t cook at all, as if he even would find the energy to do it, and Hobi usually doesn't have time to make him anything significant.

So, Tae's diet becomes a daily intake of carbs and sweets. Especially because he has taken up a method of grief that directly affects his waistline - eating all of his mother’s favorite foods.

He will gladly order her favorite noodle dish and dumplings plus whatever desserts, snacks, and candies she loved, being his exclusive diet for the first few months.

Tae is fixated on his mom’s favorite food while Joon can’t even look at it. Tae is using the food to connect with her while Joon is using the food to avoid the memories of her.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi continue their attempts at getting their partners to attend therapy sessions or even simply talk to each other to no avail.

After nearly six months, Jimin finally goes to Yoongi and begs him in tears to help, knowing that he’s said no to offering therapy before because of conflict of interest, but he explains that all three are at the end of their emotional lines to help.

Yoongi agrees and meets one on one with each of his friends at their own homes, baked goods from Jin in tow. He has watched his friends deteriorate since the tragedy and knows it will be difficult.

After some visits, Yoongi convinces Tae and Namjoon both to leave their homes and come over to his house, telling them that it would help if he could sit them at his piano while they play together.

Tae shows up not knowing that Namjoon is mobile again, his leg injury finally healed well enough to get around himself. He tries but can’t hide the tears that fall after realizing he and his brother attempted to heal using the same method.

They had never spent so much time apart and certainly had never weighed as much as they do now.

Both feel slightly betrayed to know that Yoongi invited them at the same time, but they know it’s what is necessary to starting processing their grief that has spiraled for too long.

Confronted with their grief again and seeing each other for the first time since their mother’s funeral, the emotions are, as expected, high.

Yoongi talks them through some things while Jin mollifies them with baked goods. The sugar and neutral ground to talk helps them realize that both were harboring a lot of assumptions that were never quite true.

The visits continue with music and lots of high quality food as the brothers mend their relationship and process their grief.

He gets Taehyung back in front of his easel that had long gathered dust and encourages Namjoon to write short stories as a method of processing his emotions.

Yoongi listens to what they have to say and asks Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi if they are in therapy and if they would like to come over to some of these sessions.

Hobi and Jungkook jump on the opportunity immediately, wanting to see the progress with their partners and have the ability to share without hesitation of harming their progress.

Jimin finds the offer difficult, unsure of where he stands with Taehyung after months apart and terrified to implode everyone’s success with his own struggles.

Yoongi helps Jimin find a partner and caregiver based grief group, knowing the younger has an incredibly unique and deeply rooted emotional burden to process.

Hearing of Jimin’s honest admission, Taehyung and Namjoon regress into their former habits of seeking comfort and relief in food. Yoongi is able to help them all process the emotions together, but he is also honest about the fact that Tae and Namjoon may never entirely kick this hardened habit of covering up difficult emotions with a full stomach.

Even with the grief relapses and poor diet choices, all of them are so grateful to Yoongi and Jin for helping all of them start seeming like themselves again.

However, it also means that it’s time to address the fact that in a year since their mother’s death, there is at least 150 additional pounds between Taehyung and Namjoon that doesn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #chubby namjoon #chubby taehyung #sbt chubtober

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save-me-my-seoul · 1 year

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Hello! How are you? I found your account from the taejin hashtag. Sorry for the sudden ask from a stranger 😄

I found other taejinies here on tumbler too, but apparently they all deactivated? 😢 It's so sad. I can't talk to anyone about the ship I support like other shippers. But I hope you didn't deactivate too😢

I came here to ask about something if its possible?. 😊

So, There are interviews of taejin when they talk about their future with the opposite sex. They could be taken as heteronormative infos. I just saw someone posted an interview(from a magazine?) of Tae when he said he wants to live happily with his wife. Now, do you think this is just for public appearance and just bc that's what's acceptable? I tend to think this way, maybe I'm lying to myself. But, I don't think what we saw in taejin was nothing. Sometimes I blame myself for thinking this way bc i would be making Tae a liar when he say something and I neglect it, and I know he's honest. But to explain my confusion, why would he go to that far of explaining how he would spend his future with a "wife" when he can say a "partner" as gender neutral, for example. So that's why I question, either what they reveal, or my way of thinking about taejin.

I hope I didn't confuse you😄

So, do you mind sharing your take on what he said? Please, be free to share what you believe in. That would help me best. Thank you🌹

Hello! Thank you for finding me 💜 I can talk about Taejin all night and day, so I'm grateful to get the chance to talk about them with you. Many taejinnies have deactivated on this platform. Even though I'm not as active here, I still come to Tumblr often, though these days there are more taejinnies on twt.

To answer your question about Taehyung, yes, he was definitely saying that for the public. There are a couple of reasons for this. The first is training. Idols are trained from Day 1 about what to say to fans and to the press. They're expected to project an image of wholesomeness and normality, someone who is like us. There's nothing more normative than a young man saying he wants a wife and kids some day. That's what he's expected to say.

The second reason is the current conservative political climate. It's also the reason Taehyung can't use a gender-neutral term like partner. In Western culture, when a person uses the term partner, people automatically assume they are gay. However, usage of the word partner to refer to someone romantically involved is not common in Korea, so it's not likely Taehyung would use it.

Being that, any idol who admits he (or she) is gay can say goodbye to his career because the company, society, their family, and most of their fans would forsake them. We don't live in a world where idols can be out. It's just not safe.

So Taehyung would never openly admit he's in love with a man. All of that said, Taehyung did refer to Seokjin as his comrade. That's about as close to gender-neutral as he could come while staying out of the conservative's crosshairs.

As far as the interviews about their future "wives," those were recorded long ago when bts were first starting out, before they gained more freedom to control their own narrative... Before Seokjin could admit his crush on Brad Pitt (twice) and before they could say on national broadcasts more than once that they love each other.

One final note I hope you'll enjoy: Both Freddy Mercury and Elton John were married to women before they came out as gay. Who knows what things will change in the world in the next 20 years, but we can hope that whatever happens, Seokjin and Taehyung are happy, healthy, and in love.

Borahae 💜💜💜

#TaeJin

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btsx50states · 10 months

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We hope Taehyung and Namjoon stay safe and healthy as the begin their enlistment!!! We'll miss them and when it's 4 o'clock here, we'll be thinking about the both of them.💜

#bts #v #kim taehyung #rm #kim namjoon #🐞

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jooheonspinky · 2 years

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A Cage, a Wizard, and a Potion

Genre: Fantasy!au, angst

Characters: Jin x Female Reader, ft Taehyung

Word Count: 7.3K

Synopsis: The Duchess kept a beautiful gilded cage in her private bed chambers. On a visit with your mother, you happen upon this novelty whilst lost in your aunt’s palace. What you discover in the cage not only shocks you but has you making a vow that you are not able to fulfill until many years later.

A/N: This was written using a challenge from ARMY Amino titled My Fantasy World. My screenshots were Witch/Wizard, Potion, Palace, which I included in my moodboard. These had to be included in the story. I did not get to finish this by my original date goal of Sept 13, which fell on a Friday as I got stuck on how to end it. But this week, I finally got inspiration and was able to finish it for 1. Martes 13, which is similar to Friday the 13th 2. just in time for Jin's departure to fulfill his military service. It's a bittersweet day, and I wish him to stay safe and healthy during his time away from us.

I hope you enjoy this piece. Feel free to leave a comment, heart, and please reblog if you like it.

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Wandering the halls of the vastly magnificent palace, you do your best to ignore the pinching of your dress shoes as you walk across the shiny marbled flooring. The cumbersome dress rustles with every step, the sound amplified by the vast ceilings above. You are in search of the library in hopes of easing your boredom. Mother would be entertained for hours with your aunt, the Duchess. They had not seen each other in nearly two years; therefore, they had much to catch up on. A good book would help pass the time.

Stopping, you frown as you glance about.

Nothing looks familiar since the last time you visited. You are quite certain you must have taken a wrong turn. Curse these painful shoes. They muddled your thinking process, to be sure. Nothing left to do but turn back and try a different way.

The sound of the most beautiful voice you have ever heard stops you from taking another step. The notes draw you closer to the door nearest you. As quietly as possible, you turn the knob and push it slowly open. The singing is louder now without the barrier to block the soulful tones. You are only ten and one, but you are familiar with sadness, and this voice is full of it.

Your heart tightens as you step further into the room, engulfing yourself in the thick blanket of gloom that fills the space. Tears sting your eyes, and you find you have to fight to swallow past the lump forming in your throat as you reach the center of the room. As you stand there trying to calm your emotions, you notice the scent of your aunt is all around you.

This must be her private chambers! you gasp inwardly.

Hastening to back out as your mind registers the information, your eyes fall on a cage next to her bed. It is there that the singing is coming from!

The beautiful cage sparkles as you approach it, the candles in the room glinting off every surface they touch. Inside is a small being sitting on a patch of grass, legs drawn up, arms encircling his knees as he sings. His tiny eyes are closed, and his head is tilted slightly down as if it was just too difficult a task to hold it up anymore.

Swallowing thickly, you gather your courage and call out, “Hello?”

He startles, the beautiful melody instantaneously cut off as he stands up abruptly. You almost regret speaking up, already missing the sound of his singing.

You should be scared, you suppose, but instead, you are intrigued. Is he a fairy your aunt has captured and trapped in the ornate cage? If so, you only feel pity for the small creature. A fairy should never be locked up in such a constricting space.

“Hi,” he replies in trepidation as you kneel before him. His minuscule hands encircle the bars as he gazes at you in wonder. “You’re a child like me….”

You grin, “Well, I am a child, but we are not alike at all.”

A giggle escapes your lips, and your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. His own lips quirk up, wholly amused by your candidness.

“I dare say you are correct,” he laughs. “Are you the daughter of the Duke and Duchess?”

“Oh no,” you shake your head. “I am Lady Y/N Y/LN, daughter of the Earl and Countess. My mother, the Countess, is here visiting her sister, the Duchess.”

“I see,” he nods. “It is nice to meet another person, Lady Y/N. My name is Seokjin.”

“It is nice to make your acquaintance, Lord Seokjin.”

Standing swiftly, you offer the most nicely executed curtsy you have ever offered.

“Please, no,” he urges you to straighten. “I am no Lord and do not deserve such a gesture. You can just call me Jin.”

“Well, then,” you say as you straighten. “If I am to be so informal with you, then I expect the same. You may just call me Y/N.”

The boy appears to be not but a few years older than you. How long had he been locked up in the cage?

“Very well,” he nods, breaking into your thoughts. “Have you come to free me, Y/N?”

Your brows rise. Free him? Could you dare? Were you even capable of it? The cage was half your size, after all. There was no way you could carry that out of the room and into the family carriage, much less in a discreet manner.

“I…” You begin, but stop yourself. Were it you in a cage, you would want someone to help you as well. You stare at the plump-lipped boy with a mop of hair the shade of the inside of a pumpkin and instead say, “I could try.” Looking around the object encasing him, you find that while there is a door, the door requires a key to open it. “Do you know where the key is?”

“The Duchess,” he sighs as he sits back down on the grass. “She keeps it upon her person.”

“Oh,” you frown, your shoulders sagging. “There must be another way.”

Nibbling at your lower lip, it takes you a few moments before your eyes light up.

“What?” he asks at the sudden change.

“Move back,” you instruct. “I’m going to pull the bars apart.”

“Aye.”

He smiles, and you wonder if you have ever seen any other being more handsome than he. Your cheeks warm at the thought, and you brush at them with the back of your hands as if that would make the rouge splotches across them disappear. The boy moves to the back of the cage, oblivious to your frazzled state.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly as you slip your fingers between the thin bars. You pull with all your might, gritting your teeth as you tug. Your arms tremble with the effort, but whatever material was used to construct the cage proves much stronger than your eleven-year-old underdeveloped muscles. The bars do not even budge a millimeter.

“I cannot pull it apart,” you lament.

He draws closer, reaching out toward you. Palm up turned, you bring it towards him and watch as he places his wee hand on your index finger.

“It’s ok. You tried,” he reassures.

You stare at the size difference and shake your head in amazement.

“Where did you even come from?” you whisper in awe.

He retreats to the center of the cage, his shoulders shrugging as he shakes his head, “I do not remember.”

“It’s ok,” you smile warmly at him. “I shall do what I can to release you, and then we can figure it out together. Is that ok?”

The forlorn look on his face brightens as he nods, “I would like that very much.”

“Well, then, Jin,” you square your shoulders in confidence. “I am going to go out there and see what I can find that could open this cage. I shall return swiftly.”

“And I shall wait here,” he replies back, the hope in his eyes tugging at your young heart.

With a quick nod, you dash to the door, turning one last time to look at the little boy in the gilded cage. He waves at you, and you give him an enthusiastic wave back before you step out into the brightness of the hallway. You hear the patter of feet from around the corner, so you close the door as swiftly and quietly as you can and step further into the center of the hallway just as a servant rounds the corner.

“There ya are, young Lady Y/N!” she tsks in relief. “Were you not supposed to have headed straight fer the library, little one?”

“Aye,” you nod vigorously. “I seem to have been turned around. Nothing looks familiar.”

“That ya did,” she nods as she steps beside you. “You did not open this door, did ya?”

Slipping a hand behind your back; you cross your fingers as you fib, “Oh, definitely not. I have only just reached this area a few moments before you.”

“Well, that’s a good girl,” she smiles in relief. “Let’s go on then. I shall take ye to the library. A staff will bring you in some tea and a light mid-day meal.”

You follow as she begins to walk back the way you had initially come, your mind already racing with thoughts of how to escape her watch. You ponder where you can get a tool to help you open the lock on the cage. For hours this is all that occupies your mind, though, in the end, it is all for naught.

You are never given the opportunity to leave her sight. And when your mother summons you to be brought to her, you have to fight down the panic as she announces it is time to head home. Heart in your throat, you enter the carriage, your eyes wide as you can only think to yourself that he is going to believe you purposely left him behind.

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Years later

Time went on in a manner you had never anticipated. Though you had not truly forgotten the boy in the cage, life had become tragedy and mourning one after another for the past seven years. Your mind became preoccupied with assisting with the affairs at home. First, you took care of your mother after losing your sibling shortly after birth. Your father then grew ill a year later and passed. Your mother was devastated by losing two loved ones so close in time. She sequestered herself in your home, not wanting to leave or see anyone.

So while you never visited the Duchess in her home again, she came for both funerals, though she could never stay long. You never dared ask about the wee boy, for then she would know you had been in her chambers. And now, just after your eighteenth birthday, your mother has joined your father and your baby sibling on the other side, leaving you behind and alone in the world.

This time, when the Duke and Duchess come to help with the funeral arrangements, they bring you back to their home after the burial. They take you in as their own until they can find you a husband as you are well past your marrying age.

It is only now that you are tucked in, eyes wide and mind racing as you lie in your new bed chamber, that you are reminded of the tiny boy in the cage. You wonder if he is still there, locked away and hidden from the world. Had he aged as you have? Grown in stature as you have, or was he still a tiny creature forever trapped in a little boys form?

Or…had that all been a daydream? Had it just been a young girl's overactive imagination conjuring up a fantastical creature to stifle her boredom, your mind simply misremembering the entire event? Whatever the case, you were back in the home where said creature had been held. You could check for yourself if any of that had indeed been real.

Throwing your covers off your body, you slip out of bed and place your ear to the door. You sneak out into the hallway when you hear no sounds and are confident that most of those in the palace have all gone to sleep. Though dim, you are grateful to find the passageway towards your destination is still illuminated by various sconces with flickering candles lighting the way.

Your slippered feet make barely a sound as you reach the Duchess’s chambers. Again, you find yourself with your ear pressed to a door. Holding in your breath, you listen as voices murmur behind it. The wood absorbs most of the sounds, but you can make out your aunt’s voice.

“Seokjin, darling,” she is saying. “Please sing me one of your beautiful ballads to soothe my aching heart, for my dear sister has departed from us, and I miss her terribly.”

Tears well in your eyes, and you cover your mouth as a ragged breath escapes you, a sob threatening to spill forth.

You miss your mother. There were hugs you were still meant to be given, words of encouragement you had yet to hear, and what of the smile she would wear holding your own little one in the distant future? But you would never get to feel her embrace, nor would her voice grace your ears ever again and the thought that your future offspring would never get to meet their amazing grandmother made everything hurt even more.

As your heart clenches, you hear him, your little friend, Jin. He is real, after all! No figment of your imagination. He begins to sing a soulful song that has your hand pressing more firmly against your mouth. His voice is so beautiful, even with the barrier of the door muting some of the notes. The timbre of his voice speaks of years of practice. There is no shakiness to it whatsoever. Each word is strong, sure. There is confidence as the melody flows effortlessly from his lips.

Unable to bear the anguish anymore, you run back to your room, burying yourself beneath the duvet. You finally let the tears fall as you sob into your pillow. You had lost your family, and atop it all, you felt a crushing sense of guilt. Guilt for never having returned to see Seokjin. And though you could never get your family back while still in this world, you would do what you could in order to finally rescue the boy in the gilded cage, fulfilling that childhood promise you’d made so fervently long ago.

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For several nights you sit outside your Aunt’s chambers, listening to Jin sing for her. You run through various strategies on how to help him escape, working them in your mind in hopes that one will be fail-safe. Whatever the plan, one constant always stood in the way.

The Duchess.

She has no set schedule that you have noticed. You could never know when she would be in her rooms or when she would stay with the Duke. This made it extremely difficult to sneak into her chambers. The longer time passed, the more guilty you felt.

About a week after you move in, you awake, and after dressing, you go in search of the kitchens. It’s early morn yet, the sun only just beginning to creep over the horizon. Nevertheless, there is already movement within the palace walls as the servants prep for a new day. As you approach the kitchen area, you halt at the conversation taking place.

“...the Wizard,” a servant woman is saying.

“The Wizard?” another servant woman gasps. “Do you mean Taehyung the Wizard of Hollow Woods?” You peek around the corner to see a young woman nod at the inquiry. “Celene, have you lost your mind?!” she whisper-shouts. “Nothing good can come of it.”

Celene’s head hangs low, “But you know I have wanted a child of my own for so long, Tia. He promised if I add a few drops of this potion into my tea once a day every evening for a week’s time, I shall become with child.”

Grabbing her hand and squeezing them desperately, Tia demands, “But at what cost?”

You turn back and head towards the front doors, the idea of breaking your fast wholly gone from your mind. You had one mission in mind: to seek out this Wizard the servants had spoken to. Despite the warning Tia had issued, you wonder how bad can the repercussions be if Celene had accepted the potion anyway. Your hope is that he has something that can help you with freeing Jin.

By the time you reach the forest, the sun has completely breached the horizon. The forest is alight with golden patches from rays slipping through the leaves above you. You follow the paths cut into the ground from the constant traveling made through the area. Vague memories of walking these very woods with your father when you were much, much younger surface the longer you walk. You continue until sometime later you reach a wooden structure. You remember passing this once upon a time and your father’s stern warning to stay away, though he never specified why.

Your hands fist as you approach the door, your heart heavy with shame for disobeying your father after all these years. Squaring your shoulders, you push the sad feelings aside and focus on the want to help a friend. You rap your knuckles against the rotting wood and wonder how the structure has not fallen over yet. There is no response, but the door creaks open when you reach up to knock again.

“Hello?” you call as you push the door open further and step over the threshold.

You jump as the door closes behind you on its own. Looking around, you are awe-struck at what you see. The dark wood flooring and walls absorb most of the light, but the illumination from the windows is enough to make out everything that surrounds you.

Everything inside was well taken care of. There was no mistaking someone lived here and kept up with the place. Though small, there was a furnished living room as well as a kitchen area. A hallway led to what you could only assume were bedrooms.

Freezing in place, your hand splays across your chest in surprise as a figure appears from the shadows of the same hallway you had just glanced upon.

“Welcome,” a baritone voice calls to you.

A black cloak with golden embroidering around the edges clings to his head and shoulders like a shadow, obscuring most of his face.

Swallowing thickly, you ask, “Are you…are you Taehyung the Wizard?”

Pushing the hood back, he nods, “Aye.”

“Oh, wow-well,” you clear your throat.

Stunned by his face, your cheeks instantly heat up. The Wizard does not look as you had expected. You were quite certain he would have been much older, his hair white with age and skin wrinkled from the traveling he would have done through the years to obtain his knowledge to further his craft. But no. Not Taehyung. He is…. You blink as you try to ponder a word that would describe the man drawing closer to you.

His dark hair, thick with loose curls that cover his forehead, skims just over his eyes. He makes no attempt to move it away. The eyes that cling to yours are wise and full of so much knowledge; they contradict the youthfulness of his face. Four tiny gems, three black and one white, are adhered to his skin just beneath his eyes in a vertical line and they glint with each step he takes. Taehyung is lean and tall, so when he finally comes to rest before you, you have to crane your neck way up to meet his gaze. You swear you can feel the magic and power ebbing from his body, and it makes your skin thrum uncomfortably. The face you stare up into is one of such handsomeness and beauty combined; he could be called ethereal. It truly felt as if he was not of this world.

“Cat got your tongue?” He quirks an amused eyebrow at you. “Perhaps I should take a step back.”

It’s not a question, and the smirk on his face is enough to brighten your cheeks even more. As he moves away from you two paces, you feel your head clear a bit.

Straightening your back, you tilt your chin up, hoping you appear more confident than you really feel. “I have come seeking assistance in freeing someone.”

His eyes watch you as you fidget with your hands. Trying to keep from showing any more nervousness in front of him, you bury them deep into the folds of your skirts.

“And how may I help with that?” his arms extend out, palms up, in question. “I cannot conjure up tools for you, my dearest. You may go to a blacksmith for that service.”

Brows drawn low, you sigh, “While that is true, it is not a tool I seek, Wizard. My aunt, she holds the key, and I mean this in literal terms. She carries it around her neck always. Is there something you can provide to help me obtain it from her?”

Tilting his head, Taehyung the Wizard queries, “Can you not simply ask her for it?”

Sighing, you admit, “Well, while that would be the easiest route to take, I cannot simply ask her, sir, for I am not even supposed to know this person is sequestered in her chambers. Therefore, if I ask for the key, then she will know I know, and I fear what will happen to him.”

“Him?” Taehyung purrs.

Your eyes widen at the tone, and you stammer, “No, no, tis nothing like that. He is a friend I wish to help. That is all and nothing more.”

He cocks his head, offering a simple, “Very well then. Come and sit. Refresh yourself with a bit of water as I gather some ingredients.”

Your gaze follows his outstretched hand that is pointing to a wooden table decorated with random symbols. Magic was so foreign to you, and you could feel your heart pulsing nervously at the base of your throat as you approached the offered chair.

As you finally take a seat, Taehyung pulls a wooden stick from his robes. You watch his lips as he murmurs and moves it slowly in a pattern. Letting out a gasp, you can only sit frozen as a pitcher of water floats through the air on its way to you, a bamboo cup not too far behind. Even as the Wizard turns to forage through his various jars and bottles, the pitcher continues moving, tipping some of its contents into the cup before coming to rest casually at the center of the table. You stare, eyes round as saucers, much too afraid to move. The pitcher hops three times when you make no move to accept its offering, pulling you from your stupor. You reach out a trembling hand. Taking the cup, you bring it to your lips, your eyes hesitant to leave that of the pitcher for fear of it attacking you.

The Wizard returns moments later, coming between you and the magical pitcher. His arms are full of various ingredients and containers. Lying them on the table, he leaves again, only to return with a mortar and pestle in one hand and an iron pot in the other. While he leaves the mortar and pestle near himself, he sets the small cauldron in the center of the table and then looks at you with a dazzling smile.

“More water?” he hums.

Gulping audibly, you shake your head, “Nay, thank you.”

With a flick of the wrist, the pitcher and cup float away and out of the room.

Sitting down, he reaches out toward you, saying, “Hand, please.”

You place your palm onto his palm, and then he sets his other hand atop yours. His eyes close, his lips moving as hushed words spill from between them. There is warmth gathering around your hand the longer he holds it, a heaviness pushing down on your shoulders, and you fight the urge to pull free from his grasp.

Eyes opening up, Taehyung simply says, “Ok.”

“Okay?” you parrot.

Okay, what? You wonder as you settle, confused eyes on him.

“I have gathered some of your energy, your intentions, let's call it,” he explains. Then, hovering over the pot, he brushes one hand over the other and repeats it with the other as if he is wringing off water from them. “This essence will be mixed with the ingredients I add.”

“Oh.”

You settle back in your chair, watching him intently as he adds various dry herbs and powders into the mortar. Once satisfied, the Wizard mashes and grinds all the ingredients with the pestle before dropping the finely ground mixture into the pot. Afterward, he uncorks three bottles of varying colors and pours some into the pot as well. Stirring everything together, he then adds two spoonfuls of honey before scooping it all and adding it into a blue bottle.

The Wizard Taehyung hands you the bottle. “It’s done. You have two doses here in case there is an issue the first time.”

“Thank you,” you bow, accepting the bottle. “May I trouble you for one more?” He cocks a brow at you, and you feel your cheeks flush. “Uh, the boy. An elixir or potion to make him human size again.”

That arched brow grows ever higher, and you feel yourself grow smaller.

“Are you certain he was ever human?” he counters.

“He has no wings, and he very much looks like you and me, just very, very small,” you wonder, now suddenly feeling uncertain.

“I can make such a potion,” he finally replies after staring at you contemplatively, a coy smile on his lips.

“You can?” You beam. “Please. I can pay.”

You produce several coins and drop them on the wooden table. Taehyung accepts them and does not hesitate to leave with the pot to clean it. He places it at the center of the table before returning to his apothecary. It’s not long before he’s back with an amber vial this time. Holding it between his fingers, he brings it up, the liquid inside sloshing ever slightly as he presents it to you.

“Rub a small amount on your lips,” he begins. “Then he must drink the remainder. Be sure it is every last drop. Understood?”

“Aye,” you nod.

“Last, a kiss to seal in the spell.”

“A…a kiss?” you swallow thickly, your fingers touching your lips at the scandalizing thought of committing such an act out of wedlock.

“Aye. And it is of utmost importance that it is fulfilled, or he will return to his miniature stature within six hours time.”

Face a flush with warmth, you assure, “I will be sure all steps are completed.”

“Here you go.”

You take the small vial and tuck it into your skirts along with the bottle.

“A million times thank you,” you bow as he escorts you outside.

He merely nods, closing the door once you have crossed the threshold. What a strange person, you muse as you start the walk back to the palace.

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It is another few days before you finally gather the nerve to execute your plan. When you meet with the Duchess in the tea room for your evening tea, you make sure to arrive before her. After the maid leaves the tray of hot water, tea bags, and dainty crackers, you anxiously pull the bottle the Wizard had given you out of your skirts and pour half of the contents into your aunt's cup, sighing with relief when it comes out clear. You are just pouring the water over the tea bag when she comes in.

“Niece,” she smiles affectionately as she enters, and you feel guilt settle in your stomach.

“Duchess,” you greet her while offering her a deep curtsy as she approaches you.

Your aunt kisses each of your cheeks before settling down with her tea. You grab your own and sit across her, the crackling of the fire filling the momentary silence.

“The nights are ever getting cooler,” she speaks.

“Aye,” you agree as you take a sip of the steaming liquid.

You swallow thickly as you await for her to do the same.

“Soon, the winter balls will begin,” you watch as she drinks daintily from her cup, and you feel your heart quicken. “I shall have your measurements taken and dresses made.” “Oh, you do not need to go to the trouble of-”

“Hush now,” she tsks, taking another swallow. “This will be a perfect time as any to have your coming out. Not that your uncle and I are trying to rid ourselves of you,” she assures.

“Fret not,” you chuckle nervously. “I think no such thing and am grateful for all you have done since taking me in.”

The Duchess smiles, impressed by your words, and leans over to pick up a cracker.

“Oh,” she murmurs, closing her eyes.

Is it possible for the potion to be working so quickly? She had only taken a small sip or two.

The blood rushing through your body pounds much too loudly in your ears and your voice sounds muffled to you as you query, “Is everything a’right?”

She laughs dismissively, “Yes, dear.”

The Duchess munches pensively on the cracker before washing it down with a dredge of tea. Sweat beads at your upper lip, and you promptly set your tea cup down as the china begins to clatter against the saucer, your traitorous hands refusing to be still. Unsure of how long it would take for the full effects to take over, you try to bring the conversation back.

“Have you already received invitations for any balls?”

You hope your voice sounds steady, hope she does not conclude that it is you that has tricked her.

“I …well…I do…” Her words are slightly slurred, and she shakes her head as if trying to clear the fog forming there. “Niece, I must excuse myself. I am unsure what has come over me. I do apologize.”

“There is no need to apologize.”

The Duchess stands, and you do the same.

“Good night, dear,” she mumbles, and you curtsy as she exits the room.

Sighing heavily, you leave to your room, taking the time to locate your warmest cloak. As your aunt had mentioned, the nights had started to become cooler. Restlessly you pace your room, running over the plan to be sure you have everything covered.

First, you would head into your aunt’s chambers. By then, she would be deep in slumber, and you could remove the key from her neck. Then you would unlock the cage and have Seokjin jump into your satchel. Lastly, you would make your way to the back, sneaking past the gardens and into the woods.

It sounded simple yet terrifying at the same time.

You glance out of the window, finding the yard empty just as the clock tolled the eleventh hour. Sucking in a deep breath, you open your room door. By now, the majority of the staff that took care of the palace would be in the servants' quarters, beginning their rest before they had to rise bright and early the next morn. You took the same path you had already memorized straight to your aunt's chambers. Just like the various nights you had gone there, no one shows up to stop you.

Reaching her door, you pause a moment to listen. Complete silence. This was it. Without further hesitation, you turn the knob. The door is quiet as you push it open. Inside the room, you are grateful to see there is a single candle burning softly at the Duchess’ bedside.

You glance around the room, and your breath catches as your eyes land on the golden cage not too far from the bed. The little being had grown and was no longer the scraggly thin, shaggy-haired boy you remembered. In his place stood a young man with a face that was undoubtedly kissed by the gods; it was that handsome to gaze upon. The orange-hued locks atop his head were now neatly combed, providing the perfect frame for that celestial face.

“Jin,” you breathe, all other words having dissolved on your tongue.

He grips the bars tightly as he tilts his head back slightly to gaze upon you better.

“Y/N?” he queries softly. You nod vigorously. “I feared you had forgotten about me years ago.”

“Nay,” you draw closer. “There is no time for chatter now. Let me get the key.”

“But-” Jin sputters in disbelief, and you place a finger on your lips before turning around.

Your aunt’s soft snores greet you as you lean over her. Holding your breath, you reach for the thin chain around her neck. Searching for the clasp, you are able to release the breath when you find it, and the key easily falls onto your hand. The Duchess never even moves during the entire process, and you throw up a prayer of thanks.

Wasting no time, you unlock the cage and hold open your satchel.

“Come,” you urge Jin towards you. “I think it is better if you are in here.”

“Where are we going?”

“Out to the forest,” you shrug. “I will change you, and then we can search for your family. Remember? That’s what I promised to do.”

Jin frowns, “I remember, but-”

“We do not have time at this moment,” you interrupt him again. “We must make haste as I am uncertain as to how long the sleeping potion will keep my aunt in slumber.”

“Right then.”

With that, he clambers into the satchel, and you leave the room, closing the door quietly. On you walk, your heart pounding a furious thrum behind your ribs as you reach the outside. Everything looks vastly different at night than in the glow of the sun. The torches illuminating the path to the gardens offer a sense of security, and you follow them as you get further and further from the palace. No one stops you, and when you reach the garden maze, you snatch up the last torch and meander around the outside of the maze until you are finally in the cover of the trees. Breathing a sigh of relief, you continue to walk until you feel you are far enough away.

“I think it safe to stop and do the spell or ritual or whatnot before we continue on,” you pause as you look down at Jin.

“Ok,” he meets your gaze. “What do we have to do?”

You feel yourself flush, and you turn to busy yourself with sticking the torch into the cool dirt of the thick forest.

“Well, uhm…” you start. “I am to apply some of the liquid to my lips; then you are to drink it all….”

You trail off, finding it difficult to relay the last bit of the ritual.

“Sounds easy enough,” Jin grins. “I dare say it will probably be better if I am on the ground for that second part.”

“Oh, uh, aye,” you agree. “But there is just one more step….”

“Another step?” he asks as you kneel in order to bring the satchel to the ground.

He steps out and looks up at you expectantly.

“The wizard stressed that we must kiss for the potion to work fully. If not, you will return to your small stature within a few hours.”

“A kiss?” Jin presses his lips together as if trying to hide an amused smile.

“Aye.”

Jin pats your knee reassuringly, “Worry not. We are out in the middle of the woods. If it is your reputation you are in fear for, I do not think anyone, but you and I will ever know.”

Sighing, you nod, “You are right.”

It was not the only thing that worried you. This would be your first kiss, and you never imagined it would occur in such a manner. Pulling the vile from the bag, you pop off the cork and cover the opening with your index finger. A murky green liquid coats the pad of your finger, and you rub it onto your bottom lip, repeating the application to your upper lip. You help Jin hold the vile as he begins to drink. Within minutes the glass tube is empty, and Jin frowns, his olive green lips making the gesture a bit comical.

“I fear; I forgot to ask how long it-”

A loud gasp from Jin has you falling back onto your bottom. He groans, his arms wrapping around his abdomen.

“Ahh!” he growls, his head falling back in agony.

You can only watch in awe and horror as the little being commences to grow and grow and grow before your eyes. His clothing does not follow the same process, and you watch as the seems rip and his shoes tear as his toes popped through. Seokjin grits his teeth, trying to keep quiet as his stature becomes taller than you within minutes.

Crumpling to the cold earth, Jin shakes and trembles as he curls into a ball, his tattered clothes doing nothing to cover the lean muscle of his torso. His broad shoulders and immense span of his back glisten with sweat, and his strong legs twitch as his toes flex. Rising swiftly, you remove your cloak and place it over him, wanting to provide him some privacy as well as protection from the frigid night air.

“Jin?” you whisper, and your breath puffs white as it drifts off on the soft breeze.

“I am fine,” he says through chattering teeth. “Please, help me up.”

Using one hand to pinch the cloak closed around him, you assist him in standing on his feet. Jin is a sight to see. As a small creature, he had been incredibly attractive, pretty almost. But now, as he towers over you, you feel intimidated by how handsome he really is, even with his nakedness tucked into the warmth of your mantle.

“I should have brought garments for you….” you wince apologetically, casting your eyes to the ground.

He lets out a chuff of amusement.

“It would have been nice,” he admits. “But you knew naught this would occur.”

“Did not even cross my mind,” you admit with a shake of your head. “So… should we, you know, finish this?”

The corners of his plush lips tilt up just as you shift your gaze to his face.

“Let’s,” he steps closer to you. “But first, I want to know why you came back for me after all this time. You could have just left me there, in that cage, to live my life only to sing whenever your aunt ordered me to.”

“I made a promise,” you shrug. “I am deeply sorry it took me this long to fulfill it. I truly had thought I could release you that same day when I was just a child. I never did forget you and vowed I would come for you no matter how long it would take me.”

“Thank you,” he smiles, his eyes glistening. Leaning ever closer, his lips are but a breath away as he whispers words in a tongue you are unfamiliar with.

“What?”

“Forgive me,” he voices much louder.

Regret replaces the softness in his eyes. Before you can react and question his words, his lips press against yours, and you inhale sharply. It is a tender kiss that has your brain turning to mush and your knees to jelly. You feel the push of magic, the warmth of it tingling across your mouth as Jin pulls away a few beats later. His hands grasp your upper arms, holding you up as you feel yourself grow numb. You briefly take note that his lips are no longer tinged green, but then panic washes over you as you try to move and find you cannot.

Footsteps over long-since dead leaves brings your attention to the right. Your eyes shift towards the sound, and you wonder why they can still move when nothing else will. The sight of the person emerging from the darkness has you confused but elated at the same time. You try to tell him with your eyes that you need help. That something went wrong with the spell.

Jin sets you down gently against a tree, and you watch in confusion as the Wizard Taehyung tosses Jin a bag. He catches it easily and begins to pull clothing and shoes from within it. Realization starts to dawn on you, and you cannot even scream out your rage at the betrayal.

“Y/N, such a gullible girl,” the Wizard tsks. “I have waited so long for someone like you. You almost tempted me when you came to see me.” Squatting down in front of you, you glare at him as he speaks. “I could have taken your essence then. Gods, that small taste I got almost broke me, but I needed you to perform this last selfless act. Do you know why, Y/N?”

You cannot answer, but he knows this. Jin appears behind him, fully dressed now.

“Are we ready?” Jin asks his tone hard.

Taehyung glares over his shoulders, “Not yet.” Turning his attention back to you, he continues. “You are filled with such pureness. Your selfless act for Seokjin enhanced your essence; it purified it even more. This essence will add so many more years to us and keep us young for quite some time. Do you know how old I am, Y/N? No? Well, you are looking at someone who is over seven hundred years old.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief.

“That’s right,” the Wizard Taehyung grins. The face you had once thought so beautiful now looks terrifying. The gems on his face that sparkle with the light from the torch does nothing to brighten the dark, menacing eyes that pin you to your spot. “People like you are what keep me alive and thriving. Jin is my way in. My bait, if you will. He really is so hard to resist with his divine voice and handsome face. I plan on keeping him for many generations to come.”

Your mind feels overwhelmed by all that is happening. Jin is in on this, too? You could not accept that.

“I had my ways of communicating with him even from the Duchess’ chambers. I waited, biding my time for the day that someone as special as you would come. He told me about you, you know? How he felt this spark the day you met. I knew at that moment I had to have you. Do you know why you are so special?” Taehyung leans forward, clutching your chin roughly in his hand. “Because despite all the tragedies that have befallen you, you still carry only love in that wretched heart of yours. That is what holds the magic longer within me. Now, just sit back and relax.”

You can do nothing as he releases your chin only to clasp your hand between his. Eyes closed, he begins to murmur words in the same language Jin had spoken earlier. Almost instantly, you can feel the warmth of magic as he begins to siphon your energy. You look up at Jin, pleading and begging even as you can’t move.

Finding no help there, you look down to see your arms aging before your eyes. What was happening?!

Jin’s hand lands firmly on Taehyung’s shoulder, and he quiets.

“Is it truly crucial to kill her?”

Taehyung laughs, “Oh, Jinnie, Jinnie.” His eyes rake over you before he yanks you towards him, his face hardening. “Seems you are in luck today, dearie. Guess I am not as much in the killing mood this night as I thought.” The Wizard Taehyung releases you, letting you roughly fall back against the tree as he stands. Grabbing Jin’s wrists, Taehyung begins to chant, and you know he is giving Jin some of your essence as well. Once finished, he dusts his robes, commanding, “Now let’s go.”

The Wizard walks away toward where he had initially appeared. Jin takes the cloak you had covered him in earlier, and he tucks it in around you.

“The spell will wear off in a few hours,” he tells you. “I truly am sorry. I wanted it to be different this time… ”

“Seokjin!” you both hear the impatient bark of Taehyung.

Cupping your now wrinkled and weathered cheek, Jin drops a kiss on the top of your head before standing. You observe him follow behind the Wizard. As you watch him disappear, a burning tear slips down your cheek, and you make a new vow. This time you vow to find Taehyung and kill him.

Even if it is the last thing, you ever do.

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