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hey!! would you be able to maybe message/tag/whatever me when playing with fire updates? i love it so so much and i don't rly go on tumblr much, so i don't want 2 miss it. it's fine if not!

ahahha yeah i could do that! 

but heres the thing: this blog used to be shared amongst 3 ppl, but it’s been inactive for about a year :/// i havent explicitly said this anywhere yet, but playing with fire is pretty much a discontinued series that i dont plan on updating.....

that being said, i havent deleted it from this blog yet bc there’s always a chance that i might find inspiration for it! and if i ever do update it (which i still doubt), ill repost everything to my main blog @yoon-kooks! 

thank you for understanding!!😭😭💖

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Playing with Fire- Part 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Demons weren’t supposed to fall in love. So why did you feel so strongly towards him, a demon hunter?

Genre: Demon/Assassin AU, angst

Word Count: 2184

Parts: 1 // 2 // ?

“If this is what you’re after, go find someone else.”

You opened your eyes and looked up at Yoongi. He stared back down at you with heartless eyes. You shouldn’t have been bothered by the rejection. It never seemed to bother you in the past, but for some reason, this time was different.

“Sorry…” You weren’t sure what you were apologizing for, but it felt like you were the one at fault. “It was dumb of me to ask you to trust a demon.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” His words calmed you a bit.

“Then why did you…?” You paused before you were reminded of what didn’t happen.

“I needed confirmation.”

“Confirmation?”

“I’ve been searching for a demon,” he said. “I don’t know exactly who. But it’s not you.” You still couldn’t understand what he was trying to confirm by nearly kissing you. But you decided to let it go, since it seemed he didn’t have any bad intentions.

“If you want, I can help you find the demon.” You perked up, realizing you could be of some use to the hunter. “Just give me a description.”

“It’d be best if you didn’t get involved.”

“But I must be related in some way, right?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have needed that confirmation, right?”

Yoongi took a moment to think, probably because he wasn’t expecting you to question him.

“Do you know another demon that uses black fire?” he finally asked.

Your eyes widened. Black fire was quite a rare skill among demons, especially since it was only used against your own kind—and had no effect on humans. So there was only one other demon you knew that used black fire. In fact, he was the one who taught it to you. “I know one called Grey.” As soon as you said those words, you saw the light in Yoongi’s eyes change.

“Where is he?” His voice had a demanding, yet desperate tone.

“I-I don’t know where he is…” You took a step back, wishing you had an answer to his question. But you hadn’t seen that demon in years. And you certainly didn’t want to see him ever again.

Yoongi bit his bottom lip and sighed to calm himself down. “Well what do you know about him?”

“He’s dangerous,” you shuddered. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was the one demon you feared. “He won’t hesitate to kill a human. Sometimes demons, too.”

“So he uses white fire too?”

“How do you know about white fire?” In contrast to black fire, white fire had no effect on demons but could wipe out a mob of humans in an instant. Only humans who had experienced it first-hand knew what white fire was capable of. And every single one of them was assumed dead.

“A friend told me.”

Your stomach turned. “So that friend is-”

“Yeah.”

“So you want revenge for that friend?” You saw it in that cold stare of his.

“That’s my job, sweetheart,” he scoffed at you. You shuttered at the fact that someone could be so driven to kill by vengeance and vengeance alone. Maybe humans were just as horrible as demons. No. Demons kill humans for fun and without reason. But at least this human boy had a reason. And you tried to convince yourself that it was a valid reason to kill.

“He used to have a hideout below one of those huge office buildings.” You pointed into the distance at the cluster of the tallest buildings in the city. “But I’m sure he abandoned that spot by now…” you said as you noticed Yoongi already moving in that direction. For a moment you just stood there and watched him leave. But the idea of him doing something rash scared you. So you quietly followed him like a lost puppy.

-

You didn’t say a word the entire way across town. Was it because Yoongi was too focused on tracking down the demon that had taken the life of his friend? Or was it because he wanted nothing to do with you? Either way, it hurt.

It wasn’t until the two of you reached the office buildings that Yoongi even looked to you for help with where to go. At least you were needed, you kept telling yourself.

“Follow me,” you shyly stepped in front of the hunter to guide him into one of the many buildings. Everything about the building was exactly what you’d expect at the office—cubicles, people typing away at their computers, and the smell of coffee. And everyone was too busy in their own work bubbles to notice a demon and a hunter passing through their workplace.

After a series of rooms and turns, you walked down one last hallway that looked no different from the rest. It led to a single room, one fit for a CEO, although it looked like it hadn’t been touched in a while. You went to the huge safe hidden behind the shelves of books and punched in the only password you knew. To your surprise, the door to the safe opened on the first try.

Suddenly, you could sense a familiar presence nearby and you prayed it wasn’t him. You slowed your pace and stayed closer to Yoongi, who also kept an eye out for trouble as you moved into the safe. The ceiling lights flickered on with an obnoxious snicker. Realizing who it was, you sighed in relief but the boy next to you took off.

“Yoongi, I didn’t get to see you earlier!” The same demon you had encountered with Taehyung sat in a leather chair, legs propped up on the arm rest. “It was boring waiting for you here, ya know.”

“No one told you to wait inside a safe,” you mumbled after finally catching up to the hunter. You didn’t know what her deal was with Yoongi and Taehyung, but everything about her annoyed you.

“Actually, Grey did ask me wait here so I could greet the two of you,” she gritted her teeth at you. You would’ve slapped a bitch but you were more concerned with the fact that she had mentioned him, Grey. The demon Yoongi was looking for, and certainly the most dangerous demon you knew of.

“Where is he, Violet?!” Yoongi snapped. You cackled at the other demon’s name. First Grey and now Violet. You wouldn’t have been surprised if Blue or Green showed up, too.

“I can’t tell you, dear~” Violet ignored your mockery. “But I can make a deal, just for you!” You cringed when she winked at the hunter.

“What deal?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

“Shoot this demon right here and I’ll tell ya where Grey is.” She casually pointed a finger at you. “You know this one’s dangerous. It’d just be a win-win for us all, right?”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making that kind of demand,” you rolled your eyes. You lit your hands with black fire to remind the demon who she was dealing with. Her electricity was nowhere near the power you possessed, but Yoongi was quick to shake you off.

“You’re gonna set off the sprinklers, genius.” His strong hand grabbed your wrist to put out the flame. You were shamelessly distracted by the warmth of his hand, the touch you craved. And it took more than a minute for you to realize your mistake, that water and electricity would be a deadly combo. You had to admit, being with Yoongi was really messing with your head and you couldn’t understand why.

“Aww Yoongi! You should’ve let the dummy do it.” The demon continued to press your buttons, but there wasn’t really much you could do about it. Besides your black fire, all you had were your fists, but you never really had a need to use them.

Without warning, Violet shot an electric jolt that just barely caught your lower leg as you jumped out of the way. You stumbled and fell, noticing your whole leg had gone numb. It wasn’t even a second before another shot came your way. Unable to stand on your feet, you did your best to shield yourself with your small arms.

But rather than a shock, you felt a shove that pushed you out of danger. When you looked up, Yoongi stood in front of you and you lowkey took note his back view. You hated the feeling of being helpless, although being protected was a new experience you weren’t completely opposed to.

“That’s not like you to defend a demon.” Violet frowned at Yoongi and then smirked. “Especially not after what we did to that friend of yours… What was the boy’s name again…? Jimin?”

“Shut up.” Yoongi raised and pointed his gun right at the demon, who only let out a chuckle.

“You and I both know you can’t kill me,” she shrugged. “I have a lot more valuable information on Grey than that dummy does. So you should be pointing that cute gun of yours over there.” You hissed when she cocked her head in your direction. But she did have a point. If Yoongi killed her, it’d be near impossible to track down Grey.

The hunter lowered his gun, debating on what to do next. Violet did have the upper-hand when it came to long-ranged attacks, but it would be a two-on-one as soon as your leg regained life. You just didn’t know when that would happen.

You watched as Yoongi began walking towards the other demon. Whatever he was planning, you were sure it’d be the right decision. When he was about punching-distance away, he came to a stop and stared at the demon, who might’ve been even prettier than yourself.

“What, Yoongi…?” A very faint red became visible on Violet’s face as she got a little fidgety. You wanted to throw up, although you probably would’ve had the same reaction if that boy walked up to you with those inviting eyes of his. But there was a difference. She was clearly more obsessive. You, on the other hand, felt… something very different about Yoongi.

“If I choose you over Y/N, you promise you’ll tell me everything about Grey?” He cocked his head and licked his lips right in front of the other demon. You were a little jealous.

“Y-yeah,” she smiled at him and stuck her tongue out at you. “Anything you wanna know, dear~” You were so glad the numbness in your leg was slowly fading away because you swore you’d slap the bitch as soon as you could stand.

“Good.” Yoongi took a few steps closer and ran his hands over her body, slowly. You’d never been hit by a hunter’s diamond bullet, but you were pretty sure that wouldn’t be as painful as what you were witnessing in front of you. You still didn’t quite know what that hunter was planning, but you did trust him. And you were only pouting because you wondered if all the touchy-touchy stuff was really necessary.

You watched him lift her chin with one hand, making sure to keep her eyes locked with his, as his other hand gripped a small dagger that peeked out from his jacket sleeve. But being the petty little monster she was, Violet turned back to you again to smirk, but not before catching your eye on the dagger.

Outraged, the demon surrounded her body with a wild electric field and made a sparking sword for herself.

“Shit.” Yoongi jumped back and dodged a reckless swing of the sword.

The two went back and forth, and at some point, it really did seem like Yoongi was gaining the upper-hand. You’d never seen a hunter keep up so well with a demon of Violet’s level. You watched Yoongi with heart eyes, admiring not only his strength and skill, but also how heroic he appeared. Maybe he really would be able to take on Grey, you thought.

They moved further and further from you so it was hard to see everything that was happening. But at the slight moment when Violet paused to catch her breath, Yoongi swiped the dagger deeply into her arm. She let out a scream, stumbling back and swinging her sword to keep Yoongi away. Before he could go in for another attack, the demon launched her electricity in your direction once more, realizing you were an easier target than the hunter. But this time, Yoongi was too far to push you out of the way.

You only had an instant to brace yourself before taking the shock head on. Your body collapsed, everything feeling numb, but you were still somewhat conscious. Violet was right over you saying something about how she was going to take your life if Yoongi didn’t do it himself. You still had the urge to slap her even though you were in no condition to do so, but with the sound of a gunshot, she finally shut up. You could’ve sworn you heard another man’s voice, but passed out before you could confirm anything.

[weloveyoubangtan]

Hii just wondering if you will continue with the playing with fire series

Helloo

Yes! I’m trying to find balance with all of my ongoing series on my main blog, but I hope to get Playing with Fire updated fairly soon!

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Konichiwa new blog!! Can you guys make like a Suga fanfic where Suga is an assassin as kills you but grows attached to you and you both end up dying together (or not haha) All best wishes for the admins!!

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Playing with Fire- Part 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Demons weren’t supposed to fall in love. So why did you feel so strongly towards him, a demon hunter?

Genre: Demon/Assassin AU, angst

Word Count: 1937

Parts: 1 // 2 // ?

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a one-shot prologue thing, but I decided to split it up into parts because why not~

There was something about late night walks that bothered you. Even under a sky of stars, you couldn’t help but feel lost. The cold air sent chills through your body, and as heavy as your jacket was, nothing could compare to the warmth of a human. You had experienced that many times, but each time had lasted less than a night.

By nature, you were supposed to despise humans. But by choice, you trusted them more than your own kind. Demons were dangerous and deceptive. And you hated that you were guilty of being exactly that.

Thanks to your human-like appearance, most humans weren’t even aware of the existence of demons. Surely you wouldn’t be welcomed anywhere if people knew what you actually were. But anyone who knew about demons was either dead, or a hunter.

You stopped for a moment to look up at the sky, not knowing what you were looking for. Was it support? Acceptance? Love? Love… You were certain demons couldn’t even feel love. That was one thing that separated demons from humans.

Just then, a piercing scream echoed from a nearby alley. Immediately, you followed the echoes. It was a demon’s instinct to run towards danger rather than away from it.

From a distance, you saw what appeared to be a man and a lady. The lady ran up to you before fainting at your feet. When you looked up, you saw the smirking man right in front of you.

“Wow, look what I found,” he said through his sharp teeth.

You just stared back, unamused. Yeah he was a demon, but you could care less about that. If anything, you felt bad for the guy because he didn't know who he was messing with.

“What, you’re not gonna say anything?” he asked.

You shook your head and smiled devilishly at him.

“Then I guess I have your consent.” Just as he lifted a hand, you heard a gun shot from behind you. The bullet grazed the skin of your cheek and hit the demon head-on. You examined the bullet that was pierced into the demon’s skull. A diamond bullet, something only a demon hunter would possess.

You whipped your head around to find a gun pointed in your direction. Your heart stopped. It was a dark-haired boy with the coldest eyes you’d ever seen.

“Thank you, kind soul.” You jumped. The lady who had fainted got up and held your hands to thank you for saving her before heading out of the alleyway. In the corner of your eye, you saw the hunter lower his gun.

As you let out a sigh of relief, the sharp pain in your cheek became noticeable. You pressed your palm to your cheek to stop the bleeding. At the same time, the hunter dealt with removing the demon’s body. You watched as he lit a match and threw it onto the body, disintegrating it in an instant. He turned and looked at you.

There was something in his eye that was both dangerous and inviting. He took a step towards you as you took a step back, but eventually, you let him approach you. He put his gun away, and instead took out a medical kit.

He used one hand to lift your chin and the other to spread medicine into your wound. The medicine stung, but you were surprised at how gentle a hunter’s touch could be. His warmth comforted you and eased the pain. While he placed a bandage on your cheek, you glanced at his face, only a short distance from yours.

Though only for a moment, your eyes met his, and your face grew bright red. You couldn’t believe how flustered you were by him, a human. Demons weren’t supposed to be attracted to humans, and you never once were until that moment. You could’ve sworn you heard about something like this before. Love at first sight?

“Why didn’t you shoot me too?” you asked, shaking yourself from your disoriented thoughts.

“Do you have a death wish?” His voice was more soothing than threatening.

You shook your head. “I just thought hunters were supposed to kill any demon they saw…”

“Not all hunters are like that.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “But if you give me a reason to shoot, I’ll do it.” He gave you another look before leaving in the opposite direction.

You wanted to stop him and at least ask for his name. But instead, you let him walk away.

-

His hand softly brushing your cheek. His low, calming voice. His cold, yet incredibly handsome face. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about the boy. The logical part of you turned off. In your mind, he was someone who would take care of you, trust in you, and love you unconditionally. You didn’t understand. How could you have these thoughts and feelings about someone you didn’t even know the name of? And he was a hunter. So why did you feel so safe around him? None of it made sense. But somehow, your heart was made up on him.

“Are you okay?” A pair of wide eyes blinked at you. It took you a second to pull yourself out of your daydreaming and back into the cafe where you sat with a cold cup of coffee.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You gave a reassuring smile to the cute boy with something oddly familiar about him.

“That’s good.” He smiled back. “I was a little worried.”

For a moment, you believed him. That he was concerned about you. But you noticed the desolation in his eyes and the way they followed you closely.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to worry you.” You played along. “I was just thinking about someone…” For some reason, you felt the need to mention that detail.

“A lover?” The boy’s eyes widened once more as he tilted his head.

“Not a lover… But maybe someone I want to know?” You blushed, not knowing why you were telling this to a suspicious stranger. “I only met him last night, but… I don’t really know how to explain it…”

“Sounds like a crush to me.” He took out his phone and texted something.

“He really was perfect.” You couldn’t control your smile. “It almost feels wrong to feel this way.”

“Why would it feel wrong?” He set his phone down to observe your smile.

“I never thought I’d have these feelings for someone… like him…” It felt good to say it out loud, even if the boy didn’t care about your feelings.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, though.” The boy’s eyes relaxed a bit.

A sudden jolt of energy alarmed your body. You could sense another demon not to far from where you were. You glanced at the boy, who also seemed to know what was going on.

The window next to you shattered, allowing a demon woman to make a dramatic entrance.

“What’re you doing with a demon, Taehyung?” She looked at the boy and then at you. “We’re dangerous, aren’t we?”

You didn’t answer her.

“Where’s Yoongi?” She looked disappointed. “I wanted to say hello to my favorite hunter.”

The boy gritted his teeth.

“Maybe I needa cause a little trouble for him to show his face!” She jumped in front of the boy and started an electric current from her hands. Before she could do anything more, you blocked the boy and glared back. “A demon defending a human? That’s a first.”

You lit up your own hands with black fire.

“Black fire?” She stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “So you’re Y/N? It’s an honor.” You could tell she was growing a little uneasy despite her efforts to remain tough. “We’ll play some other time, Taehyung. Tell your brother I said hi, though.” She vanished into a spark of light.

You let the flames die out as you looked over to the boy filled with rage.

“Taehyung, what’re you doing, you idiot?” A familiar voice called out. Without looking, you knew exactly who the voice belonged to. “I told you not to get involved.”

You turned around as quickly as you could and blushed at the sight of the hunter. There were so many things you wanted to say to him, but you knew it wasn’t the best time to do so yet.

“Yoongi, I just-” the younger boy said, avoiding eye contact. Yoongi. You kept replaying that name in your head.

“You could’ve been killed.” Yoongi shook his head.

“But this is the demon you’ve been looking for, isn’t it?” Taehyung pointed at you. Your eyes widened. He had been looking for you? Did that mean he felt the same way you did? “So why don’t you shoot already?”

Your heart dropped. What were you expecting? Obviously, it’s a demon hunter’s job to kill demons. You were probably just another name on his to-do list.

“Killing every demon in sight isn’t going to solve anything.” Yoongi sighed.

“So you don’t care about Jimin?”

“Taehyung.”

“Well?”

“I told you not to talk about that.” The hunter’s voice lowered. “And you’d be dead if this demon hadn’t saved your ass. So shut up.”

“Whatever.” Taehyung walked the other way. “If you die because you let the wrong demon live, it’s not my fault.”

After the younger boy was completely out of sight, you peered over at Yoongi, who was already looking at you.

“He’s got a point, you know. Demons shouldn’t be trusted so easily.” You gave a warning, but every part of you wished to have his trust.

“You’re wrong if you think I trust you.” He took a step in the opposite direction. “I’m just returning the favor.”

“Then let me earn your trust,” you called out to him. You couldn’t just let him walk away again. That would be a mistake.

“You want me, a demon hunter, to trust you, a demon?”

You nodded. “If it’s you, I’d be really happy.”

He took a moment before responding. “Why?”

“Because…” Your cheeks grew flushed with rose. “You’re the only one I want.”

“What.” Yoongi turned around and narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t understand it either, but somehow I just know.”

“Do you really not understand those feelings?” He moved closer to you.

You shook your head. The closer he got to you, to less you were able to think straight. You were too distracted by the way his eyes locked with yours.

When he stood right in front of you, you shifted your eyes to the ground. You could still feel his eyes on your blatantly red, heated face.

“Is it really my trust that you want?” He pressed a hand against your cheek right where your wound was. It felt even more sensitive than it had before. “Are you sure it isn’t something more?”

You lifted your head a little and focused on his lips as he spoke. He parted his lips with his tongue in such a lustful way and smirked when he caught you looking. You couldn’t tell what his intentions were. Was teasing you or just testing you? All you knew was that you had a strong desire to feel his lips against yours.

Yoongi leaned his face closer to yours, and you felt yourself drawing closer to him as well. You had never felt so desperate for anyone or anything. The feelings that had been so unclear to you now made sense. He was right. What you wanted was definitely more than trust.

Just before your lips touched his, Yoongi stopped.

“If this is what you’re after, go find someone else.”

A/N: I think there will be about one or two more parts to the prologue lol why is this a multi-part prologue??, but in the distant future, I would like to make this a full series, so look out!

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Demon AU Sneak Peek bc I lied

There was something about late night walks that bothered you. Even under a sky of stars, you couldn’t help but feel lost. The cold air sent chills through your body, and as heavy as your jacket was, nothing could compare to the warmth of a human. You had experienced that many times, but each time had lasted less than a night.

By nature, you were supposed to despise humans. But by choice, you trusted them more than your own kind. Demons were dangerous and deceptive. And you hated that you were guilty of being exactly that.

A/N: I fell asleep while writing LOOOL. I really wanted to post it today because it’s a holiday in the states 😭😭😭 

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was whispers your 1st story??? really??? i am in love in your writing! I love it😘😘😘

Hello hello! Whispers was not my first story ahahah I’ve written others (relatively short) fics on my main blog. And omg you love my writing? I’m cryyiiing tysm

-Admin V

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Hi new blog!!! Can I request a Taehyung fanfic with lots of angst. And can it be a highschool AU!!

Hello, hello! Tysm for requesting~The fic is here and I’m really sorry I took so long D:

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Whispers

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Word count: 3920 Genre: Angst, high school AU (Warning: mentions of suicide) A/n: I am sincerely sorry for any errors and sorry that it seems rushed but I hope you enjoy! :’D -Admin V

Screaming, stabbing. It's all you remember. In your mind, you see an orphanage that impacted you immensely and hear loud crying. To whom do the cries belong to?

“The tragic fate of one little girl.”

A whirl of wind blows around the familiar place and suddenly, you feel a cold sensation hit your exposed face.

Cute, childish squeals of laughter could be heard through the neighborhood as you walk hand in hand with your father. With each light step you take, you can hear the faintest crunch of snow sound out from under your feet. You swing your hand up and down with gaiety and hum a small tune your late mother used to sing to you. Pausing at the crosswalk, you turn your head to look at your father, an innocent expression full of naivety is etched on your face.

“Daddy,” you smile gleefully, “is school fun?” Standing on the tip of your toes, you wait for the stoplight to flash a red light. “Hm, I think that depends on the person.” He gives you a soft smile and, seeing a signal flash on, your father starts walking. “Come on now, let's go, my little princess,” he says, gently tugging on your hand.

Halfway from crossing, you can hear the loud sound of a car of some sort approaching you and your father, the only people on the road. Before you could turn and look for the obnoxious source, you, who was skipping in front of your father, feel a harsh and firm push. Stumbling forward, you fall to the ground, grimacing at the painful impact. With a dull, aching pain in your wrists and already bruising and bleeding palms and knees, you gasp in pain and tears quickly trickle down your cheeks which were red from the cold winter air nipping at your bare skin. The dirty, gray bits of cold snow covering your wounds cling to your knees and hands as you struggle to get up. Hearing a deafeningly loud honk that sounded close by, more so than before, you whip your head around to see large amounts of a peculiar red color on the ground. From where you are, you see that a truck has passed through the safety of the crosswalk and screeched to a sudden stop. A faint metallic odor spreads through the winter air quickly and soon hits your small red nose. Seeing a familiar figure on the ground, bloody and mutilated, your eyes widen.

Everything blackens and a television appears out of nowhere, in the pitch black darkness. It switches on and the news starts playing.

“It had been reported that, at 12:00 noon, a young girl has committed suicide.”

A loud gasp resounds in your small room as you wake up on your warm and cozy bed, startled and drenched in sweat. Lately, you notice that you have been reliving your bad memories in your dreams.

Sighing, you check the time. 3:30 am, Friday. You still had quite a lot of time to rest, however, you felt restless and bothered. What was bothering you? The death of your father? How intentional it felt? Or was it the burning orphanage?

Thinking about the place, a frown appears on your face. You shift around countless times and finally stop when tears forming in your eyes start obscuring your sight. You try to swallow the small lump in your throat, however, it wouldn't go down. Small, barely audible whimpers escape your dry, chapped lips and the wet droplets in your eyes start spilling over, cascading down your cheeks and onto the soft, white pillow you lay on. No matter what you did, the tears wouldn’t stop. Rubbing the salty tears away every time they poured over onto your cheek, you let out several sniffles. As several turned to multiple and multiple turned to countless, your cries erupt into a fit of sobs. It has been a while since you’ve had a good cry.

As your thoughts travel to your time in the orphanage, sorrow and pain paint over your frown. The wrist of your dominant hand burns with a stinging sensation as you curl yourself into a small ball. The memories of your childhood start replaying in your mind and you clutch your wrist gently, bringing it close to your chest. That, the orphanage, was what started everything, as far as you were concerned.

Running, screaming, crying. There was chaos in the orphanage. Bloody knives impaling children and caretakers, all the same. You, a child new to the orphanage, were following after one of the caretakers to safety when you were pushed back all of a sudden.

“It's you, isn't it?” The person yells over the screams of their coworkers. “This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't come! It’s because your dad, right? He’s probably dead because someone is out for revenge on your family!” With a strong grip, the person grabs your shoulders and stare into your eyes, convinced that you were the cause of the chaos. “If you'd just die, maybe we wouldn't suffer and die too!” They had an intensely emotional look in their eyes - the eyes of fear and blame.

Tears glistened brightly in your scared eyes and you don't utter a word. Shoved back a second time, you fall to the ground and your wrist comes in contact with small glass shards from a broken window. A strangled cry leaves your vocal cords and you hurry and get up, trying your hardest to ignore the pain. Despite being a child, you knew when the time to be quiet and run was.

Beep! Beep!

Your eyes fly open and you instantly grab onto your wrist while your eyes adjusted to the dim light that spread into your room from the window. You realize that you had fallen asleep and groggily reach over to your nightstand and grab your phone, turning the alarm off. Rubbing your slightly red and swollen eyes for the umpteenth time, you crawl out of bed and trudge to the bathroom, still frightened by your dream all the while thinking back to what the person said. Why would anyone feel the need to kill your dad? You didn't understand. Your dad wasn't in debt to anyone, didn't have any enemies, and didn't kill anyone, as far as you knew and were concerned. Wasn’t the attack on the orphanage just a cruel twist of fate? You can’t help but think of it as that. Not knowing the exact truth, you decide to stop thinking about the orphanage and push the unpleasant thoughts out of your mind and into the back of your mind. You move forward and enter the bathroom. Scratching the back of your head, you start doing your morning routine.

After you finish doing your routine, you skip breakfast and head out of your apartment in your high school's winter uniform. A small smile is graced on your face as you open the door. Ready to greet Taehyung, you set foot outside and remember that he no longer walks to school with you. The smile vanishes from your face as quickly as it appeared and you close your apartment door with a great lack of enthusiasm.

You enter your classroom with an expression of displeasure and discontent mixed on your face. Walking over to your seat in a brisk manner, you sit down quietly. The moment you rest the elbow of your nondominant hand on your desk, cup your cheeks, and place your chin on your palm, the classroom door slides open, as if on cue. You don't have to bother looking over your shoulder to know that it's your best guy friend and the one and only holder of your unrequited love, Kim Taehyung. As he strolls inside and takes a seat at his desk (that was next to yours), you see him brush his soft brown locks back with his hand in the corner of your eye.

“Y/n, good morning,” he greets you as he peers over at you. “Hey,” you return. “Not drawing today?” “You could say it's something like that.”

Taehyung nods his head in understanding and takes out his phone. He's been on it an awful lot nowadays, texting someone. Someone special, probably, since he's been oddly distant with you recently. It’s not like you were observing him countless times to know that, but you were. A quiet, brief sigh escapes from your lips and you shift in your seat, gazing out the window next to you. You disliked how short and awkward your conversations with Taehyung were nowadays. What exactly made him cease conversation with you? Secretly pursing your lips and chewing on the inside of your mouth, you think back to the way things used to be and how drawing was actually the source of your long time friendship with Taehyung.

It was lunch time on your first day of elementary school. You sat in your seat, alone and bored. Your classmates weren't interested in becoming friends with you so, with nothing to do and no friends to talk to, you started to doodle on a piece of paper in front of you.

Drawing was your favorite hobby. In fact, you loved it so much, you were convinced that being an artist was what you wanted to be when you grew up. With a small, real smile on your face for the first time since your father's death and the problem at the orphanage, you begin sketching out a decent piece, for a seven year old, quietly. You were at peace and found happiness in drawing your sadness and pain away, despite your wrist hurting a bit from the slowly healing injuries of the not-too-long ago past.

“Wow! You're such a good artist!” you hear Taehyung exclaim. Ignoring the cheerful boy with a pleased smile on your youthful, childish face, you concentrate on your drawing, however, not even a second after praising your skills, you feel a puff of hot air on your ear. Your breathe slightly hitches in agitation and your eyes widen. Whipping your head around without a thought, your face almost collides with Taehyung's face.

“Uh,” you breathe out. He locks his dark brown eyes on you curiously and steps back slowly as he realizes how close he is to you. You move your face further away from his at the same. “Sorry,” Taehyung says sincerely as he rubs the back of his head softly with his small hand, a small blush is evident on his cheeks. “I just wanted to watch you draw,” he confesses. “Because I can't draw well like you, I like watching more you do it more.” He looks at you in the eye, in a shy manner. “I don’t think I introduced myself yet…” He says unhurriedly. Drawling out his words in a smooth, halting sentence, Taehyung cutely asks you to become his friend after politely introducing himself to you.

“Good morning, Tae! Y/n!” a bright voice chirps. “Morning,” you utter softly, slightly wanting your sister like friend to notice that something was wrong. Of course, like all other days, Rika didn’t notice. In fact, it felt as if she never noticed anything, despite all the signals you threw out. In all honesty, all you really wanted to do was tell her how you felt. You wanted to share with someone the story of your pain. The gut wrecking sadness you felt of not being noticed, not feeling any love from anyone. How neglected you felt when, on especially bad days, you would finally reveal your inner feelings on your expression and everyone would just walk past you and ask the person next to you if they were feeling okay. Were you some type of ghost? It frustrated you insanely. Were you truly all alone, to fight the battle of life all by yourself? You wanted to be notice, but you had a large feeling of reluctance to voice your depressing thoughts.

It was only Taehyung who noticed everything. Thoughts, moods, feelings. He understood you completely, with or without the small signals. He gave you all the attention and love you wanted, needed. Was that how you fell in love with him in the first place? Was it because of the beauty he possessed? The kind and playful attitude that radiated from each action and word? You couldn't tell.

The day passed by with you barely speaking a word to any other people. It passed by uneventfully, however, you noticed how Rika and Taehyung seemed to converse more and more with each other while you drifted away slowly. Even if you had put in effort to join their conversations, it would die out quickly. It was odd, if you really thought about it. Why are they not talking to you as much? Did they find you annoying? Did they not want to be friends with you anymore? The unanswered questions left you feeling bothered and hurt. You sigh and trudge out of the classroom, feeling no more miserable than how you did waking up from the horrid dreams.

At home, you slump onto your bed as soon as you entered your room. Thinking about what to do, you start biting the inside of your mouth once again. Should you ask them what's going on? You give up on finding an answer after a couple hours of you laying in bed, doing nothing, passes by. Pushing yet more thoughts into the dark depths of your mind, you close your eyes, thinking of Taehyung and Rika. They sure seemed closer to each other than usual…

The next time you woke up, it was already Saturday. As per usual, you do your morning routine. Finishing up, you think about how you have no homework and nothing to do, as always. Deciding to make real use of your weekend instead of just lazing around again, you turn on some music and sit at your desk. Contemplating on what to draw, you lay your head on your sketchbook. The previous song finishes playing and switches. Immediately, you hear a tune you listen to all the time. As the instrumental part slowly finishes, you hear Taehyung's soft, deep voice sing a string of beautiful lyrics. It was a song he wrote himself and let only you hear. You smile at his inspirational and relatable song and pick up your pencil to draw. It seems that after being in a slump and depressive mood for a long while, motivation has finally made its way to you.

It's 4:00 pm when you check the time again. Your hand had started aching in an overwhelmingly painful way so you decided to stop and take a break. Your drawing is almost complete. It just needs a couple of finishing touches. An hour later, after resting your hand, a soft smile graces your face as you look over your artwork again, lightly brush your fingers over it. Remembering that you had to go to work soon, you decide to take a hot, steamy shower before heading out.

Your job is at the amusement park, where many couples buzz about at this time of day. You silently wish that you weren't working, and were with Taehyung, as one of the couples that wandered around. Your eyes dance around the small crowd, waiting for someone to come up to you to go on the ride. As you close your eyes for a while, a familiar voice captures your attention and makes you open them again.

“Tae, which ride should we go on~?” Your ears perk up. Rika? You frown and glance around to look for them from your assigned spot. As Taehyung and Rika came into view, you had to resist the urge to release a groan. What exactly was Rika doing, getting all up on Taehyung, with her arms hooked around his? What was she doing, breaking her promise to stay away from dating him? You couldn't believe your eyes. All this time, you were holding onto that promise… just as the two of you swore to do… while she was flaunting around, breaking it? You were enraged, yet a cold feeling of your incredibly fragile heart breaking ceased that anger. Was this why they neglected you? You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed from the betrayal you felt.

They stop by the ride you managed. “Y/n?” Rika's eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets. “Rika,” you return emotionlessly.

You spent the rest of the day at work, in despair and envy, staring at Rika and Taehyung while gritting your teeth. After finishing work, you start walking home when you see Rika waiting for you.

You come to a stop, a couple feet away from her. “You broke the promise,” you start, with no emotion in your voice and dark nothingness showing in your dull eyes. “What did you expect? That promise was why back when, Y/n.” You were taken aback by her tone. “Did you only befriend me to get close with Tae?” She gives you a look as you move forward. “Rika, you're joking, right? You're like a sister to me!” you spew out in a choked up sentence. She had a disgusted look on her face. “I never thought of you that way. You were just a nuisance.” She flips her blonde hair back effortlessly and pushes you back harshly. As you use your hands to support yourself, your dominant hand lands on the ground the wrong way and you sprain your wrist. “Well, in any case, stay away from my boyfriend, alright?” she glares at you while you fight back tears forming from the intense pain in your hand and leaves the moment after.

As you walk home, you weakly glance at Taehyung's house. He lived near you and used to visit you all the time… A hurt look flashes on your face and you look down at the ground in despair.

“Can you handle it?” You ignore the voice that echoed inside your head.

You open your apartment door and trudge inside after closing it. Lifting up your purple and blue bruised wrist, you flinch from the sudden pain that ran through your hand.

“You can't endure it anymore, can you?” I can, you think to yourself.

Your phone beeps and you see that it's Taehyung.

[9:32 pm] Taehyung: Y/n, I'm sorry. I should've told you about me and Rika. [9:34 pm] Taehyung: I saw how hurt you looked… but I ignored it. I'm sorry…

You don't respond to his texts and toss your phone on your bed instead. You crawl into your blankets and hide yourself as the reality of Rika's words from earlier sink into your mind. The promise was years ago, could you have expected her to keep it even if she really were your friend?

“Y/n,” Rika whispers to you on a cool, autumn day. You look up from your sketchbook and at her with an eyebrow raised. “Yes?” Rika drops her voice a couple octaves lower than how they were moments ago and looks into your eyes with a serious expression.

“Do you like Taehyung?” The question completely caught you off guard and you couldn't voice a denial or your true feelings. Instead, your cheeks burned a brilliant red blush and you stared at Rika, dumbfounded. She doesn't say anything in response to your reaction. Coughing a few times after a long stretch of silence made everything awkward, you look down at your sketchbook. “Uhm, was there a specific reason as to why you want to know?” You shyly peer at Rika while waiting for a response.

“… I like him too…” she confesses and you don't feel the least bit shocked. Since there were so many reasons to like or even love Taehyung, you found it completely understandable. As you were about to say something, Rika speaks up again. “I don't want to ruin our relationship with each other, so can we make a promise?” Confused, you look at her weirdly. “A promise?” She nods her head.

“A promise that none of us dates Taehyung! Will you promise me this?”

Bzzt! Your phone goes off and you don't check it. Your eyes droop from tiredness and depression and you lose yourself in your haunting dreams once again.

“Did you know that your father purposely crossed the street on that yellow light? You know, he only did that because he let me exist. Just as you are doing now.”

You awake, sweat dripping down your face. There is an intense pain surging in your wrist and you silently scream in pain. Doing your morning routine at an excruciatingly slow pace, you finally finish and skip school. Obviously, you needed to head to the hospital to get your injury checked.

Bzzt! You check the text you got from Taehyung the night before as well as the one you had just received.

[9:43 pm] Taehyung: I need to talk to you tomorrow. [8:55 am] Taehyung: Y/n, you're not coming today…?

You bite your lips and don't respond since the doctor has called you in.

You exit the hospital in a terrible state. Your wrist was in a condition no better than your crumbling emotional state. You sluggishly make your way home and sit at your desk. As you see the sketch of Taehyung you drew the day before, you bring your hand up to your face and start sobbing. Due to the poor condition your wrist, you could no longer use it for any activities that could potentially damage your hand more. That even included small, miniscule activities such as drawing and writing. It broke you since drawing was all you could really rely on at this point. You had to last an entire month with no drawing. Could you really do it?

Hey, who are you anyway, you ask the voice that whispered things to you. It doesn’t answer your question but instead asks one. “Are you ready for me to take you away as I did your father?”

Ding dong!

You don't answer the door. Even so, without you doing so or your permission, the door creaks open.

“Y/n…” Taehyung's soft, gentle voice calls out your name.

[2:30 pm] Rika: Tae!! Where are you??

He scoffs at her message.

[1:47 pm] Taehyung: I was at Y/n’s house. [1:47 pm] Rika: Why??

Feeling enraged, Taehyung doesn't bother answering Rika's question.

[1:50 pm] Taehyung: Rika, I realize now that being with you will never help me get over Y/n. [1:51 pm] Taehyung: Even if she told you that she doesn't like me as I like her… I'd rather have stayed by her side and watched her find happiness.

He turns off his phone and quietly closes your apartment door. Looking back at your door, he slowly makes his way home, stuffing a white note written by you to him inside his pocket.

A bouquet of beautiful white lilies are placed on your desk, by the drawing of Taehyung you never finished. A small note is tucked near the bouquet.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry I neglected you. If only I paid more attention. I'm so sorry everything ended up this way… I should've realized sooner… I truly hope you find happiness and I know it's not my place to say this, but I love you and always have since childhood… ”

[1:55 pm] Rika: … Are you breaking up with me over a girl who committed suicide?

“Goodbye.”

A/n: To clear up any possible misunderstandings or confusion, the voice that Y/n heard in her mind is [Depression]. Sorry this is so rushed and not written very well..

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