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magicalsalamander · 6 years

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The Firefly that Guards the Fox VII

Pairing: BTS Taehyung ⇆ Reader

Words: 6.9K

Warnings: Overall story rated mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, bloodshed, death of minor characters.

Summary: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.

They weren’t supposed to.

After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

A/N: Orig post date: 01|11|18; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.

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Her giggles were infectious as I splashed water at her. She was relentless though, fighting back with waves back at me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and spun her eliciting a scream of happiness. “I got you firefly!” She smacked my arm, “put me down Tae!” I shook her in my arms taunting her further, “Tae! Stop!” The anger behind her tone didn’t hold any value, she didn’t really want me to put her down. However, she reached over and pinched my ears between her nails. I let go of her with a yelp. She splashed carelessly into the knee-deep water and stuck both thumbs in her ears wiggling her fingers finishing her move by sticking out her tongue. A squeal then a laugh drummed out as I run to chased her. I latched onto her falling backwards letting gravity take over. I submerged us both into the water with a splash.

I didn’t come up from the water; the girl in my arms faded as I twisted and turned to lie on my back. I felt lint balls from the fabric under my fingers, a mix between knotting suede and a thin mattress. I blinked back to a clearing light. I woke up to my mom putting my backpack together in our basement home. “Honey, please get up you’re going to be late!” I tossed the blanket over me walking only a few steps over to my mother. The room smelled of pungent, stale, reheated coffee and concrete dust. His mother turned to him with her everlasting smile. Her hair was a vibrant color and her ears a habanero orange. She handed me my backpack, “hurry along now.” I took the bag and ran towards the door letting the blinding morning light in.

He pushed through the metal exit door stumbling onto the side walk. He was giggling like a boy in elementary school. He hung onto a woman, who giggled mindlessly and hiccupped from over drinking. Her face blurred every time he looked her over. It was certain he didn’t want to take her home, none of his dates ever made it there.

He stumbled through the parking lot pulling her into the backseats of his car. Their lips and teeth knocked in passion. The heat from their bodies and tension fogged up the windows. She grinded against his crotch, rubbing him in the right way. He trailed his hand up her thigh slipping under her ‘barely considered a dress’ dress. She left his lips, kissing sloppily down his jaw, sucking generously on his neck. She had no true trajectory, she just wanted him. He leaned his head back looking through the back window of the borrowed car of his friend. The street lamp directly above his car was so bright. He squinted tight and everything faded to black.

One squint and a blink through the haziness you pried your eyes open, greeted by a white ceiling. The noises of the room sounded distance, but within moments they cleared and beeped into normalcy. With the strength of a thousand newtons, you turned your head away from the bright fluorescent lighting towards the EKG monitor and other medical devices. The streamline of my heart and other saturations ran consistently. Your eyes bounced along with the inflections of your heart rate. You groaned as you turned back attempting to right yourself. The pressure on your wrist excited every nerve and was an instant reminder that everything wasn’t alright. A lightning bolt shot up from your left false ribs shorting your breath. Your vision blurred shortly with the electricity flowing through each vessel finding a point of interest around your temples. Things weren’t alright. The plastic tubing attached to you creaked and made a racket creating their own orchestra number.

Your napping brother stumbled from his seat in the corner of the room. He shot out of his seat finding a spot next to you on the bed in a less than graceful manner. He adjusted your IV pole and the tubing making sure he wouldn’t pull anything. He laid you back down searching you over with worry in his eyes, “God, I was so worried about you. Do you know how terrified I was hearing you were in an accident? My baby.” He mumbled on about his woes, but I couldn’t help but crack a smile at him. You didn’t know how you looked, but from his reaction you could guess it was bad. Your smile turned into a laugh at the end of his speech. He still called you a baby even though you were at the prime age of twenty-seven. You weakly maneuvered your bruised hand and stitched arm carefully not to twist your throbbing wrist, “how long have I been out?” Your brother took your hand delicately in both of his, encapsulating it in tender warmth. His calloused fingers grazed over your bruises like he was tracing roads in a map, “a few days, I took time off. Mom and Dad couldn’t make it up to the city.” You groaned, “you told them?” He nodded, “they said they were sorry, but that if you were in my care they could rest easy.” You smiled at him in short delay, the nausea was coming back. When the haze cleared you took in your brother, he was still in his uniform; a distinct sore standing out from the hospital’s dreadful, white walls. He really must’ve rushed here.

A warning knock sounded at the door and then a nurse strolled in the room. “I heard the monitors come back. Welcome back to the world, Ms. Y/L/N.” She looked at your brother and a faint pink dust coated her cheeks. You shook your intertwined hands slightly and wiggled your eyebrows at your brother in an all-knowing smirk. He glares at you momentarily mouthing out, “stop it, not now.” You rolled your eyes at the bachelor, but he politely left your side giving room for the nurse to work in. She checked all over your vitals and monitored receipts form the machines, “everything seems to be fine, a doctor will be in shortly to consult further with you. Are you in any pain currently?” You wanted to shake your head, but that would be a mistake, “I’m sore. My head and side are tender.” She nodded her head, “we’ll give you some more morphine for the meantime, I’ll be back with the doctor.” She picked up her chart and walks toward the exit, but you called out to her, “Where is the man I came in with? Where is Kim Taehyung? Is he alright?” Your brother did a double take, squinting at you while he took a seat next to your bed again. The nurse looked down at her chart then back to you, “I’m sorry miss, I don’t know. I’m sure the doctor will, please ask him then.” She slid the door close, leaving you with more anxiety than before.

Your brother tangled your hands again bringing your attention back to him. Your breathing became rougher and you winced with every short breath. “Calm down Y/N. Taehyung? Do you mean the fox hybrid from back home Taehyung?” You nodded slowly at the pace of a calm grandmother, ”yes…but it’s a long story. I’ll tell you everything soon, I need to know if he’s okay first.” Your brother smoothed over your hair smoothing out the knots, “that’s a promise Y/N.”

Through the same door the nurse returned with a doctor, who looked by far more than exhausted you did, “Hello Ms. Y/L/N.” He went over a routine checkup repeating steps the nurse took earlier, then stood at the edge of your bed flipping through the charts. “Ms. Y/L/N, in your X-ray we found two broken ribs on your left. They didn’t penetrate anything vital but remain stationary for the time being. It will take at least six weeks for them to fully heal. We did an CT scan and MRI just for assurance for anything major, but luckily you have a mild-concussion. That won’t take long to heal, however, you will experience some of the residual effects for a while. We will admit you for ten days and when that is up you will be assessed again to make sure you’re alright to leave. Any questions?” Honestly, he spoke so fast and it was heavy with information most flew over your head; so you turned to your brother for affirmation that he caught it all. He laughed and nodded, “I got all that Y/N. Don’t worry.” You turned back to the doctor, “is Kim Taehyung okay? The man I came in with?”

The doctor looked you over assessing your charts once more and with a huff in his words, “he’s currently in a coma.” Your heart sunk, feeling the thin strings of your heart being pulled to their limits. “He was induced into it. The injuries aren’t severe, but as a precaution to the head injury we’re giving him time to rest.” The harp player in your heart plucked softer, but they still tested your limits. You didn’t have enough in you to cry, but the thoughts were painful enough. In last comfort the doctor could offer, “you’ve been through a lot Ms. Y/L/N. We will do everything in our power to make sure you and Mr. Kim are okay.” The doctor offered you and your brother one last polite bow, then left.

In attempts to ease your mind, your brother spoke about his recent deployment. He went on and on and at the end of each sentence he reminded you how much he missed you. His stories faded into a lull hitting its end, so you started your own. Regressing back into his attentive way, he listened intently like a mother would, but with a face of a stern solider. He clutched onto your hand in intervals of softening and squeezing with each new bit of information. It wasn’t angry, but sweet and patient. You left out some details of the Taehyungs dad, no matter how close you were, there were legalities on the line. He rubbed his thumb over your hand while you come up to date. “You’re truly a strong person Y/N, are you sure you’re my baby sister?” I pouted my lips together holding back the laughter, but it erupted full force. It was easier to laugh, than cry. He still chooses to joke after I revealed a secret to him, only he would do such a thing. It hurts, it hurts so bad to laugh.

My heart rate went through the roof, and a distraught nurse swung into the room. Her forehead was sweaty, probably from running a mini marathon to the room, and panted out, “miss, what’s wrong?” Your brother stood at attention, “I’m sorry, there’s nothing wrong.” She clutched her chest waving to us both, “no, okay—that’s good to know. Excuse me then.” Attempting to catch your breath you nudged your brother as the nurse turned around leaving the room, “go, go chase her. She’s interested in you. Don’t let this chance go to waste.” A blush crossed his face, the first time you’ve ever seen it, so you nudged him further, “I want to sleep. Go home for the night. I’m fine, I’m in good hands. Come back rested.” He looked from the door to you contemplating, but you assured him you truly wanted to sleep. He smiled down at you and saluted, “good night Y/N. I’ll be back tomorrow.” You raised your right arm and saluted him back, “go get her tiger.”

You’re weren’t allowed out of your bed for a few days. Your brother argued with you daily that he should stay the night, but you convince him that staying at home would be better. It puts less pressure on you and you get to sleep easy knowing he’s resting well. On the fourth night you make your way out of the room wobbling down the hall with your IV pole. You steadied the IV bag and hung onto the tubing with every cautious step towards Taehyung’s room. Your hospital gown didn’t give you must protection against the strong AC. You counted the rooms, until the chrome numbers 45730 reflected against the fluorescent lights. You held your breath, feeling a throbbing pulse in your neck and wrist, it was a reminder you were alive. You shoved the pole first, then yourself towards the sliver of a window on the door. Searching the small room, that looked just like yours, your eyes rested on the back of a hunched over woman.

You knocked softly on the door, just enough for the woman to hear. She didn’t respond initially, so you kept knocking. She turned around in her stool and walked towards the door. Tears built up in the corners of your eyes, but you wiped the buds before they trailed any further. You stepped back away from the door as the door slide open. His mother expected the nurse, “nothing has changed since the last time you came in.” She lifted her face revealing darkened circles and reddened eyes. Her face softened up when she saw you. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door behind her, “Y/N, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The once composed woman became a blubbering mess as she brought you into a hug. You winced and hissed at the pressure, she released you almost immediately. Wiping away tears she pleaded, “oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She truly was lost. You brought her into another hug this time, “he’s going to be okay Mom.” You didn’t know if that was for yourself or her. She looked you over again and again grazing her fingers gently over any blatantly obvious bandages. “I’m fine Mom. I have a minor concussion and fractured ribs, but they said it shouldn’t inhibit me too much.”

Instead of my words bringing her comfort, her frown depended into her smile lines. “Thank you. Thank you for being with Tae. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” She cupped your face rechecking everything over again. “You saved him.” You bit back and swallowed the knot in your throat. “It’s really nothing Mom.” She wanted to argue back, but she held her tongue. “Do you want to see Tae?” You nodded cautiously, and Mom helped move you into the room.

The first thing you noticed was his peaceful expression. The monitors read out steadily but in a low frequency. The bandages wrapped around his head and arms concealed the healing wounds. You turned to Mom as she grabbed your hand, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more Mom.” She clutched your hand, “no, you did enough Y/N. If it wasn’t for you Tae wouldn’t be here.” She helped steady you into one of the chairs beside Tae. You watched the soft fall and rises his chest. This madness has to stop.

The rest of the night went by with small chatter between you and Mom. She gossiped about her neighbors and how expensive it was to buy milk, anything to keep conversation going. She wore herself out and dozed off with her head bobbing back and forth. You attempted to get up without bothering her, but her ears were still sensitive. “Where are you going?” You pointed to your low IV bag, “I have to get back to my room. I’ll stop by again tomorrow, I’ll even bring my brother, you remember him, right?” Her face lit up slightly, “yes, I do. The kindest boy for miles. I’ll walk you back to your room.” She walked with you making the most of the small distance between the rooms. You reminded her that you were okay as she checked over you for the millionth time. You held back the nausea and pain, she had more than enough to worry about. You finally shooed her away when you were back in bed and a nurse came to check on you for a nightly routine visit.

Poking and prodding woke you up the next morning, when your nurse went through her routine. She was a rosy red and you connected that to the same rosy red on the solider across the room. You just woke up, but anyone could see the hearts in the air. This situation may be damming, but at least one good thing came out of it. “Everything is fine. Your healing is on track with our predictions. With the way things are going you may get to leave early.” The nurse bowed her way out of the room and your brother served you breakfast. You asked how he was doing, your situation was obvious.

After he watched you eat, you told him you wanted to go see Mrs. Kim and Tae. He wanted you to rest more, but with your persistence he walked you to the room. You gripped onto his arm, while he dragged your IV pole. Once you were stable, your brother knocked softly on the door in three rasp. The soft call of his mother allowed us in. Mom embraced your brother without an inkling of a greeting. She was overjoyed to see him, mumbling the same way when she first saw you. They lead you to sit first, then Mom wouldn’t let your brother go.

He recounted everything he could while catching glimpses at Taehyung. She was so impressed by his achievements in the military, “my son has really grown up!” Your brother blushed madly, a bit taken aback by the extent of her compliments. She asked you, “Is it okay if I steal your brother and go to the cafeteria for some food? I haven’t eaten yet. Will you be okay?” You nodded and even jokingly,” please take him.” He glared at you, but you shrugged the best you could more with your right side. She smiled dipping out of the room to recount even more with her estranged son.

You sat next to the bed and took Taehyung’s condition in. His breathing was shallow and the bruises on his face were deep. You looked down at your fist, saddened that you couldn’t do more for Taehyung at the moment. You sat in silence listening to the rhythmic beeping of his heart monitor. You slowly raised your hand to bring it to wrap around his. You spoke softly, “Tae Tae, remember that time I fought off those boys and saved you. We even got ice cream afterwards. I think back to a lot of the times we shared together. Those were my happiest moments of my life. I haven’t been the same since you left. I was so shocked to see you. You’ve grown up and turned into such an amazing person. It’s also great that you turned out to be pretty handsome.” Pausing in your monologue to laugh at how sappy you were being, “I really missed you Tae.”

I plead into the phone, “Uncle please…don’t hang up! I need you to tell me what happened!” The man on the other end of the line begged back, “I really don’t know what happened afterwards. Look, I’ll talk to you later okay?” I spoke into the phone with more force, “Uncle, don’t hang up. I need to know what happened to my father!” The line went dead, all he was left with the dial tone.

The ringing faded into a familiar voice. “Tae, Taehyung, Tae!” The child he once looked at wasn’t young anymore, she was a beautiful woman that sat across from me. She rested her head on her hand watching me intently. I rambled on, “they didn’t think that a hybrid could be educated enough or—or,” raising his voice,” have the logic enough to think on a human level!” I could see the conflict in her eyes the way she watched me as I let emotions spill. She spoke back to me, but I only caught every other word, “I think back…happiest moments of my life…I missed you Tae.” She began fading again. I stood up in a rush pushing the chair to the floor behind me. I lunged towards her, but she dissipated, and I fell into darkness.

Suddenly Taehyung gasped air violently into his lungs deeply, mumbling out words. In his mind he yelled out, but in reality it was a jumble of incomprehensible words. His pupils retracted like a cat hissing, the light was sudden and painful. You shifted closer to his bed taking his hand in yours, “Tae, it’s okay, calm down Tae.” His eyes relaxed and squeezed your hand in relief. This was real. He croaked out, “Y/N? Where am I?” He tried to sit up but you stopped him, “don’t get up, I’ll call the nurse and your mom.” You stood to reach to press the button to call the nurse, but he stopped you grabbing onto your wrist. “What happened Y/N? Explain things to me first?”

Hesitating on the thought you sat back down and told him everything you could remember. You mentioned the man with the black mask and hat, but you couldn’t elaborate any further. He listened patiently and then followed up groggily, “and you? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Answering honestly, “I have a few fractured ribs and a minor concussion. It’s not serious. The medicine dulls the pain, and I’ll be out of her soon.” He winced when his expression turned sour, “I’m glad you’re okay.” Your hand stopped mid reach for the button again. This whole time he’s been nothing but uptight and mean towards you. The old Taehyung was peeking through the hard exterior of a mask he put on. You titled your head, “I’m glad you woke up Tae.”

You buzzed in the nurse and his mom came back with your brother shortly. It was another reunion all over. The atmosphere was so nice. His mom, Tae, your brother and you were laughing and chatting like it was an afternoon back at their house on their low platform hanging out.

You spent more time in Taehyung’s room than your own. Mom was peeling fruits for you both, when a knock sounded at the door. Taehyung sat in his bed nibbling on slices of apples, “come in.” Two familiar faces peeked around the corner, the teen was a bit reluctant, but he brightened up when he saw you. “Mrs. Miller?” David came up next to you, “Ms. Y/L/N, are you okay? Tell me who did this to you!” You giggled at his protective agenda. Taehyung eyed the kid, “hey settle down kid. She’s stronger than any man.” You side eyed Taehyung, it was hard to know if that was a compliment or something back handed. He cheekily smirked at you. Mrs. Kim greeted the woman and offered her a seat next to you. She looked you up and down and took your hand in hers, “Ms. Y/L/N. I’m sorry this happened to you. Will you be okay?” She held her voice strong despite the shakiness behind it. David placed a hand on your shoulder. I reassured them with a nod. Mrs. Miller cleared her throat, “I’ve decided to go ahead with the appeal. After I heard what happened to you, I don’t think I can sit back anymore.” You righted yourself too fast agitating your tender ribs, “wait, really? Are you sure Mrs. Miller?” Her eyes glistened with tears splaying her fingers out in a fan across her breast bone. Her ears stood at attention, “yes, they need to be stopped.” Mrs. Kim set down her plate rounding around the bed smoothing a hand over the back of the woman. You turned to Taehyung who was staring at you. Adoration filled his eyes as the window light filtered in his eyes. David distracted you by telling you all about what he was doing in school and how he visits that sandwich stand often now that the auntie gives him discounts now.

But of course, nothing good last for long.

You were sitting facing the door listening to the banter go back and forth. A flash of black burned past the rectangle window. It was a blimp, but it was enough to notice something out of the corner of your eye. Your brother was so busy telling them a story that no one else noticed. The shadow passed by once more and stared at you for a moment. You recognized the face, or at least those same eyes. They walked away when you locked eyes. You dropped the fruit piece you were nibbling on onto your lap. Your nostrils flared, you couldn’t let him to get away again, not after he hurt Tae. “Hey, uhm, I’m going to pick up a sweater from my room. I’m a little cold. I’ll be right back.” Your brother broke conversation, “I’ll come with you.” You insisted, “no, no, I’m fine it’s only a few doors down anyways.” He glared at you, but yours won out on him. Tae whined out, “Y/N, let your brother go with you.” You turned your glare to Tae, “I need to do things on my own. I’m almost a 100% better now anyways.”

You slid out to the empty hallway and saw the tall figure walking down and turned at the end of the corridor. You speed walked following as fast as you could with your obnoxious pole. You paused before you rounded the corner, peering over the edge into the empty hallway. You stepped out into the open and frantically moving towards the other end. You were certain he walked this way. A calloused hand emerged from the darkness and clasped around your mouth. His other hand reached for your forearm and ripped out your IV. You screamed under his palm, the warm feeling blood and solution ran down your arm. He sucked you into the dark and drug you through the exit doorway into a cement stairwell.

He forced you up against the wall with his thick forearm blocking your airway. From the impact alone, it was disorienting your vision blacken briefly. When you opened your eyes immediately afterwards, black dots danced in your eyes. You could feel the stiches on your arm ripping, but most importantly your broken ribs felt like razors in your chest. You grasped the arm that was on your neck and dug your nails deep into his skin. This man had every intention to kill you.

You took a good look at him this time, a freckle dotted under his right eye and one eyebrow was partially missing. He must also still be recovering from the accident. With that in mind you removed one of your claws shimming in between the both of you, and dug your thumb into the guys eye. The squishy texture sent goosebumps along your skin, but you didn’t stop until he let up on your throat. He stepped away from you hunching over cradling his eyes.

You caught your breath but didn’t waste time and lunged towards him. You started kicking, beating him to pin him to the floor. He looked up at you with one eye and you screamed, “Who are you? Who sent you?” He didn’t respond knocking you off with a punch across the face. The adrenaline was running through your veins and you were angrier than ever. You kicked him in the stomach and rolled him over to be under you again. You landed a few hits but gained traction and punted you off. He stumbled onto his feet making his way down the staircase.

You weren’t going to let him go without an answer.

You clutched your side sliding on the cement floor but followed him. You sped down the flight of stairs but crashed straight into the wall. Your vision faded to black momentarily and the acid was building up in your throat. You felt like throwing up with a sudden rush of nausea. You panted in a cold sweat as you heard the footsteps of the man get farther and farther and eventually the door to the parking garage open. The silence filled you. You were in so much pain that only silent screams left you.

Your brother watched the clock. It’s been taking longer than it should have for you to grab a sweater. He stood up and went out to check up on you. Tae’s mom insisted on going instead, but he said, “I’m a special agent, Mom. I think I can handle wrestling a sweater.” The hallway was empty no grubby girl with an IV pole in sight. He made his way down to your room, but he opened it to an equally empty space. The private bathroom in the room was unoccupied as well. Goosebumps formed over his flesh, every sense honed into. He just felt it his baby sister was in danger.

He went back into the hallway and down the opposite direction. He looked up and down the halls of the ward for you. As he turned the corner out of a inner hallway he noticed the reflection of a fallen IV pole sticking out the hall. He ran towards it and the clear it got; the IV bag and tubing was leaking solution on the floor. There were specks of all sizes of blood that trailed into a metal exit door.

He slammed open the door with his shoulder. He looked around only to take a second look down the stairwell to see you breathing rapidly with blood soaking your gown. “Y/N!” He skipped every other step and made his way to you. “What happened?” He pulled your head up to look at him, but you could barely keep your eyes open. He picked you up in his arms and raced back up the stairs. He ran down the hall yelling for help. All staff in the hall that wasn’t immediately occupied approached him. They directed him to take you back into your room.

Tae’s mom heard the commotion in the hallway and opened the door to look outside. Her jaw dropped as she saw you in your brother’s arms with your arms limply swinging. She covered her mouth with his hand and yelled, “Y/N!” Taehyung sat up from his bed and stumbled his way behind his mother supporting himself with one arm on the wall. His other arm was in a sling, but he peered over and saw you. His heart dropped seeing you almost lifeless in your brother’s arm. Your brother sped by with a whole medical team trailing towards your room. His mother turned to him and said, “Tae, you shouldn’t be out of bed!” Her voice was unstable as she tried to scold him. She was equally as worried. He tried pushing past her to go to you, but his nurse stopped him. “Sir, she’s going to be taken care of, please return to your bed.” He looked at his mother and struggled back into bed. He knew he couldn’t do anything at the moment. He threw a pillow across the room, he felt truly helpless.

It took the medical staff an hour to stabilize you, but you came back to life. The security in the hospital escalated. Taehyung, in his decrepit state, stayed by your side guarding your room with your brother. The cops, along with Jungkook, questioned both Taehyung and you on the previous accident and today’s accident. As upset as it made Jungkook, he told us they weren’t able to recover anything from the accident. The site was clean. You sighed in relief internally, luckily you had back up documents at the office, credit cards were replaceable, so the only loss was time. Someone was sweeping things under the rug, someone very close to us.

A four days later you were discharged from the hospital, but Taehyung already left since hybrids heal faster. He wasn’t a hundred percent, but he was able to do basic things again without being supervised. He stayed with his mom, not wanting to burden Jimin and Hoseok, since they were busy prepping for the upcoming tour. It was weird living back with his mom, but he realized how much he missed it when she would cook meals for him. Your brother took you back home and was on guard 24/7. You assured him that he shouldn’t worry and it was rare for a criminal to come back for a third attempt. The punk would be stupid to attack again so soon. Your brother requested further time off to take care of you. The workaholic in you kept up with the office by working from home. You kept in contact with Taehyung, updating what little you found out.

A week later, when you weren’t constantly nauseous and could breath normally, you made it back to the office. Your brother couldn’t take off any more time to insist for you to stay home. You took the bus to work and walked in your second home. The receptionist came up to you and hugged you, “I’ve missed you. I’m so glad you’re back. Mr. Kim has been living in his office and the courthouses. He’s trying to catch up on all the cases he’s been behind on. The other lawyers didn’t want to take on his work.” With a scowl you made your way to your desk, greeted by your team. Kibum held onto you, but Krystal peeled him off to get her shy turn at a hug. Once they let you go you left for Tae’s office. You knocked on Taehyung’s door and he answered curtly; he was back to his normal self. You stepped in, also stepping back into your professional attitude as well, you closed the door and called to him. “Mr. Kim, I have the documents and cases you asked for.” He looked up and took them. You looked around noticing the multitude of coffee cups and pillow and blanket on the couch. You looked at him and spoke, “Mr. Kim have you been staying here.” He hummed in response not breaking his concentration on work.

He must’ve let the words go in and out his ears. You knocked on his desk making the tired fox look up at you. “Tae, why are you over working yourself?” Like a melting candle, his scrunched expression softened. The fox whined outstretching his hand towards you. You laughed at his cute antics. You walked around his desk and the suffering fox rested his head on your stomach. He wrapped his arm around your waist clutching to the back of your blazer. He nuzzled his head and in the best way you knew how to comfort him, you combed your fingers through his hair. It was greasy and matted, “how long have you been here?” He mumbled a number into you, truly it didn’t matter, he needed to go home. “Tae, go home. We can take care of it here. I’ve done enough work at home, we will be fine.” An audible growl left him as he pulled away, “no. I have so much to finish.” You brought both of his cheeks into your hands and he brought his to rest at your sides. “We will win, but we’re not going to win if the hero can’t fight his own needs. Go home Taehyung.”

He pulled you into his lap and nuzzled his face into your neck. He traced the edge of his nose up and down your jaw. “Just give me a moment with you. I missed you.” I almost lost you, he spoke internally to himself. You allowed him the time he needed, because you needed this too. You wiped away at his dark circles hoping they would go, but they only got deeper when he smiled. After many back and forth of “five more minutes”, Tae finally went home.

He gripped the frame in his hand, petting over the wooden edges as if it was a cat. From a rumble to a catastrophic roar, he fast balled the memory across the room. The two attendants in the room remained motionless standing at attention with their hands behind their back. His perfectly gelled hair strung out of place as he steadied himself with two open palms on his desk. The rumbling anger of his heart beat fast in his ears. He could feel his instincts brimming. He fought against the memory, but they just clawed at him. Flashes of his mother smiling at him calling him his familiar name, “Bo, my love.” Then flashes of documents, “Sexual Assault and Rape Report.” The print flashed by faster in his mind the more he struggled against it, “hybrid…victim of random circumstance…child was carried to term.” He scratched the surface of his desk leaving imprints and curls of iron in its remain. A sergeant spoke with hesitation, “Sir, we can’t dig Yates out of this one. He was caught with too many witness.” The police chief smoothed back his fallen hair breathing and seething through his teeth. “Get him out!” He paced around the room manically, “it’s all that foxes fault. It’s because of him and his…god forsaken family!”

“It’s been a chaotic drop in the stocks industry ever since Yates arrest. His lawyers spoke out claiming his innocence, and they will pursue any charges full on. Yates was released this morning on bail.” The stream switched to a video of Yates being wheelchaired out of prison. His face was covered by a mask protecting him from the numerous flashes coming from the hungry photographers. The same anchor voices over the video, but you stopped paying attention to her voice. You watched the footage of Yates play his game.

The door of the break room opened followed by the clanking of the coffee pot kissing another mug. Taehyung stirred his cup of coffee until it was appropriate to taste. He picked up his cup and stood shoulder to shoulder next to you. Ever since the accident, you’ve spent more time together. It was more like he was never too far from you, always within his peripheral. The new warmth didn’t distract you from reading the dialogue as the woman chatters on about useless details. You didn’t bother turning to him, “want to go home?” His ears twitched choking on his coffee doing a double take at the insinuation, “what?” You looked over at him brushing his loose bangs behind his human ears, “you’ve caught up on all the other cases, let’s go back to the countryside and find the shelter your parents were at.” Taehyung ran over his schedule in his head brushing his tail on the back of your thigh, “I can only take off this weekend. We can go Friday and come back Sunday night. We’ll be back by Monday.” You nodded, “I’ll bring some work with me too then, we’ll make it a work weekend.” His ear flattened, he wanted to spend time with you as well, not just work the whole time.

Taehyung came by to pick you up bright and early Friday morning. The drive will take two hours but who’s to say about traffic. You wanted to rub your eyes to cast away the sleep, but you already had light makeup on. The handsome fox stepped out of his car with aviators on, but he’s dressed casually wearing jeans and a white button up. You looked down at yourself with the same idea of casual wear being jeans and a white shirt. You joked before greeting him, “should I go change? Were matching.” He laughed taking in the resemblance, “no I think it’ll help me keep track of you.” You scoffed at his jester but forgave him instantly. You truly didn’t want to walk all the way back up the flight of stairs. Like a gentleman, he took your luggage for you placing it in the trunk. You set your messenger bag with your laptop and files on the passenger seat floor and find yourself situating in the seat.

In the first half of the drive you called your parents, wanting to stop by for a short visit, but they were busy. They said they would leave some goodies by the door for us and call again before we would leave. The second half was just chatter over the radio, there wasn’t a dull moment with Tae. You found out more about him. The same comfort and ease we shared as kids came back like there wasn’t a gap in time. The closer we got to our hometown, the chattier Tae became.

We walked down the familiar dirt road, instead this time we were unfamiliar. The air still smelled clean and the acres of farmland around us still bared fruit and vegetation. The trenches we created in the road from our back and forth journeys have filled back up and the road was flat. Taehyung parked away purposely because we thought the road wouldn’t be suitable for vehicles. You watched Tae’s tail flick like a hungry flame behind him. His lip was red from his teeth gnawing at the flesh, making the bud of his lower lip plump to its maximum. You thinned your own and laced your fingers in his bigger hand. Instantly, his hand encased yours and you ran your thumb over his knuckles. You slowed before you came around the bend in the road, “do you want to take another lap around the road?” He squeezed your hand bringing it up to his cheek then his nose for a moment. You flinched a little at his hot breath on the back of your hand. A hot blush was creeping up your neck turning your ears carmine. If this was going to comfort him, you could yield.

“No, let’s go.” He pulled you with him but kept his pace slow and even. Around the corner stood the weathered white house. It stood up against time, as if it was patiently waiting for us to come back to it. The grass in the yard was over grown, the paint on the walls chipped and the windows had at least three inches worth of dust. It was still home. Taehyung smiled towards you, “I was worried I wouldn’t remember this place, but one look and it’s all there.” You couldn’t help returning the expression, so you beamed back at him, “welcome home Tae.”

The picket fence was rusty, but it swung open with a creak and squeak from the unused metal hinges. He switched our hands, making sure he held onto you some way, and fished for the house key his mother handed to him. The key turned in the lock, but it took a grunt and a shove of a shoulder to turn and open.

A cloud of dust fell on you both. You coughed and waved away the dust stepping in after Tae. The house looked untouched. An open crayon box sat on the coffee table and an unfinished drawing next to it. You took Tae’s hand again patting it with your other, “let’s search around and clean it up before it gets dark.” You tested the light switches flicking them and after a few attempts they lit, but they faded not too long after. “We’re going to have to work fast.” You followed Taehyung around the house going through every room. The house was stuck in a time warp of twenty years ago. The furniture and style of the home was outdated. Taehyung’s ears twitched occasionally when he would pick up things, but he would set them back down. He saved his parent’s room for last. He opened the door to a messy room. The closet doors and drawers were open with clothes strung everywhere. Empty picture frames splayed across the bed. Even though you knew exactly what happened, it was hard looking at the mess. She really was in a hurry the day they left. You traced your fingers over the frame picking it to place it back next to the bed side table. Pick up the pieces, and eventually you’ll see the puzzle. You turned back to the stoic fox, his eyes were busy taking everything in. He said nothing the whole time we went through the house.

You came up behind him, gliding your hands through the gap between his arms and sides clutching him tight. “Are you okay?” He removed your hands turning you in his embrace. He brought you into his chest nuzzling against your hair. You were the only familiar scent in this home, everything else felt foreign to him, even if he remembered these walls. The only memories coming back was the one he shared with you and the rest of the fireflies. He spoke into your hair, “thank you for coming with me.” You smoothed your hand up and down his back, “before you thank me, let’s get things done.” He nodded into your hair taking in your scent as much as he could before you go to work. The blush has expanded past your ears for sure.

You set your phone up on the kitchen counter and connected it to Bluetooth and put on cleaning music. Taehyung twitched a brow to you watching your corny dance moves. You swayed to the beat as you tied up your hair into a messy bun. You mouthed along with the lyrics and obnoxiously pointed to him. He hunched over laughing, but soon joined you in a small dance in the living room. With a few beats you bumped the side of yours his hip with his, eliciting giggles out of you both. The house felt alive again. Your parents lent you cleaning supplies, along with some other goodies they left outside their door for you to pick up. You felt like Cinderella sweeping across the floor as Taehyung opened the windows letting light in. Taehyung left momentarily and parked out front bringing our luggage inside. You kept cleaning and by the time the sun set, you were content with the kitchen, living room and one room being cleaned out.

Taehyung was outside cleaning the patio, while you cleaned up the aftermath of tonight’s dinner, two cups of ramen. You cut up some fruit for dessert that your mom gave you earlier. You carried the plate out the door waiting for Taehyung to lay the matt over the low platform. The wood was old and splintering, but with a little love it would come back to life. Taehyung set the latten in the center of the matt and tapped the empty spot next to him.

You adjusted yourself on the soft cloth. Taehyung let the tranquility take over. He laid on his back crossing his forearms to a makeshift pillow under his head, “I haven’t been this relaxed in a while.” In his head he counted the stars but lost track after the twentieth when all the lights in the sky clustered too close together. You bit into an apple savoring the sweet crunch. You looked towards the tree line recounting the many times you’ve played there, where the stream you played in was bone dry. The place you meet Tae. “Tae, do you remember the first day we met?” He hummed in question not hearing you the first time. “do you remember how we met?” Tae inhaled a deep breath leaving it in a heavy sigh, “I really don’t remember it well, but I do remember the night where I told everyone what the stars were. Kids really do believe everything.” I laughed handing him an apple slice, “yeah, we may have been kids, but…it helped me through a lot of times.”

He glanced over to you watching your expression. Because of specs on the lantern, the orange light displayed a disco ball effect on her; like fireflies dancing on her skin. The perk of her nose, the flutter of her lashes, the petals that were her lips all hypnotized him. Her hair was a mess, fly-a-ways sticking out of her messy ponytail, but she looked perfect. The perfect combination of calmness and calamity. He traced the contours of her face with his eyes, mapping out things he’s never had much chance to do before. He wanted…no…needed her to want him too.

With all the experience of partying and dating he had, nothing could compare to the confidence he chalked up now. “You know, Y/N, if you get too comfortable with me, I think I should have you call me Mr. Kim again.”

The soft atmosphere broke, you couldn’t help laughing and hard. It was hilarious now thinking back to Taehyung, you meant Mr. Kim, the stern lawyer in his almighty office. He feigned being upset with your taunting, so he sat up. “What’s so funny Y/N?” A cheeky smile bloomed on his lips as he inched closer. You fell on your back laughing, “sorry Mr. Stern-Lawyer, I guess I am forgetting.” He swooped in tickling your sides violently. You could hardly breath and tears were brimming in your eyes. You placed your hands on his chest pushing him away, “Tae, stop! I can’t—I can’t breathe!” He rested both hands by head giggling to himself as he loomed over you.

Once you could open your eyes clearly enough, the fox above you was staring at you with something else in his eyes. Something you’ve never seen in them before.

He studied your face carefully, he watched your pupils expand and contract. He could hear your heartbeat in his ears. Your lips were parted glossy like dewy petals. You swallowed hard, the position was making your mouth dry. You spoke out breathily, “Tae—.” He dipped down brushing your noses together, you could feel the peach fuzz of his chin rubbing against yours. He nudged your noses together causing you to arch your head back. He watched your lips move with his name on them. His elbows caved down and caged you in even further bringing your hands to your chest. His body heat radiated to yours. A low content purr grumbled in his throat as his tail stiffened. He whispered your name against your lips, before he pecked lightly. The heat from him started a fire in your stomach. He came back for more, kissing you soft but hard each time. Your hands slid up cupping his neck and cheek tangling in his hair, anything to bring him further into the kiss. You could feel the rumbles of his purr from your hand on his neck.

You had to pull away for a breath of air, but he couldn’t wait long, so he began peppering kissing around your face. Once on each eye, each cheek, your forehead, then nose appreciating all of you. I had to, “Mr. Kim, this isn’t appropriate office behavior.” He kissed you again, and again seconds melted into minutes. He took your breath away.

He pulled away from your bruising lips looking you directly in the eyes, “I’ve made up my mind, don’t call me that…ever….” I slapped his chest laughing, he was insufferable. He pecked my lips one more before he flopped on his back sighing in relief. You didn’t quite catch what he said, but it sounded similar to the word, “mine.” His. The both of you were flushed, but you were especially nervous to look at him. He laced his fingers with yours and his tail tickled your thigh. The music playing from your phone filled the atmosphere with lyrics, even though they weren’t our own, they said everything for us.

Under the fireflies, this moment was more than perfect.

You cleared out some space in the living room and laid out your sleeping bags. We couldn’t trust any of the mattresses. We eyed eachother blushing occasionally thinking back to the kiss before. You crawled into your sleeping back, letting him turn off the lantern. The fireflies were dancing in your stomach. You fell asleep and somewhere through the night the bags came together, and our hands intertwined. It was admittedly the best sleep he’s ever had.

In the early hours of the morning you’re at the kitchen table typing away at your laptop and Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder reading the open webpage. “We should head out soon.” He nodded passing you a quick breakfast, more ramen. Within thirty minutes you were on the road, we drove forty-five minutes to get there. “Riverwood County Shelter,” the words read out boldly on the sign in their lawn before Taehyung turned into the parking lot of the dreadful looking building. The town was nice, but there was something off. Maybe it was the clear bias towards this place? No, it felt too quiet.

You looked over to Tae before you went inside, “if you want me to go inside I can, you can wait in the car.” He shook his head, “no, I want to see the place my parents grew up.” Taehyung held open the door for you, immediately leading into a receptionist lobby. A woman with glasses hanging low on her nose sat behind the curved desk. She typed away at her computer and slowly blinked up towards us. She did not want to be here, that was for sure. Taehyung approached the desk, “Hello, we’re from—.” You stepped harshly on Taehyung’s toe. A huff left him along with a deep grunt, he side eyed you full of questions. You took over conversation, “hello, were looking for a…baby to adopt. I can’t have children of my own and I always wanted to have a child with my husband.” You wrapped Taehyung’s hand in yours and brought his hand up to your lips. You pretended to blink away tears. The woman at the receptionist desk blinked back at you slowly. Taehyung seemed to catch on halfway, “My wife and I really want a fox hybrid. Something that would look like me, maybe.” The woman began typing shortly then stood up, “let me get the file and ask my manager if they’re letting people observe today. I’ll be right back.” She picked up an empty clipboard and pen disappearing down a nearby hallway.

You waited for her footsteps to fade before you rounded the desk taking her seat. Taehyung harshly whispered, “what are you doing Y/N?” You brushed hair off your shoulder, “hush, be on the lookout. Warn me if she’s coming back.” You jammed the USB into the monitor and went to town on their database. His eyes were working a thousand miles per hours, “when did you bring that?” You raised your brow at him, “there’s a lot you don’t know about me Tae.” A smirk crossed his face cheekily leaning on the table, “a man should know his wife.”

You willed away the blush crossing your cheeks and searched through their outdated system. You transferred the files of employees from twenty years ago, hoping it would give some intel about the people who knew his parents. You pulled out your phone bringing up the two long numbers that his mother gave you. Their ID numbers. A young photo of his mother popped up and in big read letters above the biographic information read, “MISSING.” You searched for his father’s data, but your fingers stopped typing on the keyboard when footsteps approached in the hall.

Taehyung winked at you, “leave it to me, honey.” He walked towards the receptionist, “you were able to convince your manager, right? My wife…she’s really been upset with the whole infertile thing. I can’t live with the anger anymore or the tears.” He spewed out the first things that came to his mind, using his years of practice as a lawyer to spin a believable story. Your fingers flew across the keys. You unplugged the USB and shoved it into your pocket tucking it deep. You closed all the documents back to what it originally was and stood leaning against the desk attempting to look distressed. “Dear, you know what I don’t want to look today. I don’t think I can handle it.” Taehyung came running up to your side, “but honey.” You held up your hand twisting your face up as if you were going to cry, “no…I can’t.” You pushed through the doors to hear a belated sorry towards the receptionist from Tae. You both got in the car and drove away.

Back at home you pulled out your laptop again and plugged in the USB immediately. Taehyung sat next to you watching the new information load in multitude of files. You passed him the laptop allowing him to go over the info first. He put on his glasses reading the information intently. When he scrolled past a photo of his father he stayed on it studying the face. “I honestly don’t remember his face besides the one in the photo. He was gone a lot as a kid. He looks so much like I do here.” You leaned into his side resting your chin on his shoulder, “look he has the same freckle on his nose like you.” You booped his nose right on the freckle. He rubbed his nose, “I guess we really do look alike.”

He opened file after file, you ended up working longer than expected. You missed the timing to go over to your parents for dinner. You opted to make a small meal, something besides ramen. You were prepping when he called you back over to the laptop. “Hon—Y/N, look tell me you see what I see?” The image of the man before you was familiar, but without his signature trademark. Under the security guard’s employee archive, was the face of a brutish man, but he lacked the scars on his face. As you leaned in forward your hand almost slipped and missed the table, “isn’t that the police chief? Police chief Archer...Robert Archer?”

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acupfullofsuga · 6 years

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Endurance Preview

Hi all! This is my first BTS fic, and I am collaborating with @justanotherkpopblog to write it! It is based off this video and we both strongly recommend watching it!

Mutant au!

Pairing: Y/n x ???

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, possible smut???

The world is not fair; all people are not born equally. Some people are ordinary while others are born with exceptional powers. These exceptional individuals are deemed to be “mutants”. They are abnormal, they are weird, and they are not to be trusted. Nobody knows exactly what causes these gene mutations that define a mutant. But one thing is for certain, they are not what society defines as normal. The world is on the brink of war as tensions rise between the humans and mutants. The government wants societies abnormalities eradicated. However, Y/n is not one of these so-called mutants. Her father works for this government and happens to be one of the highest officials leading the war movement. Y/n was raised to hate mutants for their abnormalities and should want to get rid of them. But what happens when she finds out that her childhood best friend is one of them? What happens when her father finds out?

Please let us know what you guys think! Comments and criticisms welcome!

#endurance #bts fic #mutant au #bts #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #fanfiction

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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witcher taehyung | one shot

NOTICE ! ! SEEKING A WITCHER to help destroy a beast within the elvish ruin off of the town's dirt road. please meet at the cottage past the inn and towards lake portreau, you won't miss the gold ornament hanging from the tree in front. reward will be in coins.

summary: taehyung takes on a job to destroy a beast within the elvish ruins, but isn't aware that the notice was put up by you, the sorceress that he truly despises.

pairing: sorceress!reader x witcher!taehyung

genre: witcher au, fantasy au | smut, very light sprinkle of fluff

words: 6.9k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, use of swords, killing/murder, mentions of killing/murder, use of magic/spells/bombs, use of portals, unprotected sex, shower sex, slightly rough sex, hair pulling, oral (f. receiving), sprinkle of a handjob, doggy style, taehyung is a little weakyweak for miss y/n

note: going to take a stab at this genre, so please be easy on me! it's not my strongest at all but i'm trying to get better. if you are familiar with the witcher lore or anything regarding the witcher, please know that i'm not gonna follow timelines, rules or anything of the sort strictly. we're gonna be in our own universe with a new generation of witchers, so some rules may be bended or there might be things that originally go against the "witcher code." i may drop familiar names, weapons, bombs/potions and towns/villages though. enjoy!

tags: @miinoongi

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golem - mindless matter brought to life by a spell; they obey their creator's orders without question. once provoked, they will not tire of battle until they have either crushed their opponent or themselves crumbled into dust.

witcher senses - superhuman senses that allow witchers to see clues and tracks that no other human can see/pick up on.

igni sign - one of the 5 simple, magical signs witchers can use; causes a burst of fire that can repel and ignite opponents, as well as start fires.

yrden sign - one of the 5 simple, magical signs witchers can use; blocks the monsters from getting closer, scaring them off. if a hostile being enters the area affected by sign, it is visibly slowed down, and non-corporeal forces become corporeal.

drowners - watery creatures that embody the spirits of those who can not rest after death and are sometimes born of fetuses aborted by magical means.

fiend - a beast that likely resembles a deer but its size resembles more a barn. fiends also have a third eye which they use to hypnotize its opponents

dragon’s dream bomb - releases a cloud of flammable gas which causes a destructive explosion when ignited.

Taehyung lets down his hood as he snatches the letter off of the notice board. He hums to himself as he folds the piece of paper, tucking it deep into the pocket of his leather pants. He looks around, the villagers looking at him with expressions mixed of awe and fear.

It's been years since the rebirth of the witchers and its witcher schools. This new generation, this new breed of witchers, were more disciplined (in most aspects), trained, skilled, and intimidating, yet charming. However, people still managed to look down on witchers, carrying their assumptions and stereotypes along with them. People truly believed witchers didn't belong, and that they were just dangerous mutants - out to kill. In which, they weren't entirely wrong, however, most witchers were bred to be monster slayers. Not all witchers killed humans. In fact, it was against the witcher code to do so, but certain schools relished in being able to kill anything and everything that got in their way. Witchers didn't care though. You could say whatever you wanted about them and they wouldn't find a need to explain themselves to you, nor did they feel a need to correct you.

If you thought they were strictly killers and scoundrels, so be it.

However, for Taehyung and the school of the wolf, humans weren't in their interest. He's worked hard on his craft and skill to slay monsters and beasts that plagued the towns and villages, learning from the teachings written by Geralt of Rivia and Vesemir. If anything, he was here to help. But obviously, people didn't necessarily look at it that way. He was kept to himself, quiet. He was taller than most men, long, wavy black bangs draping his yellow cat eyes that glowed faintly. All witchers had yellow eyes - it was how humans differentiated witchers from the rest, along with their armor and the specific weapons they carried. Taehyung had looks that could kill, a stare so sharp and intimidating that people wouldn't dare cross his path.

Taehyung carries along, passing through the remaining part of the village, completely ignoring the looks and whispers of the women and men outside of their cottages.

"It's a witcher! I've never seen a witcher come through these grounds b'fore." A women says, hanging up her wet laundry on the line. "Boy! Get back here and stay out of the witcher's way! You don't know what he's capable of!" She yells as her son runs over to Taehyung, but stops in her tracks to avoid confrontation. Taehyung simply looks down at the boy, probably about 6 in age and gives him a small smirk.

"What's your name?" He crouches down to the boy and holds out his gloved hand, his two swords almost hanging off of his shoulder.

"Graham." His tiny hand falls on top of his. "I'd like to be like you, witcher." Taehyung chuckles.

"That's a big ask, Graham." He does a small nod before looking over at his mother, worry filling her expression and body language. "You should head back to your mom, kid. Don't want her to think I'll be eating you for dinner." Taehyung jokes as he stands and watches the boy run back to his mother. His mother gives him a good spanking on the bottom as she's yelling for him to get inside the house and stay inside the house because witchers are dangerous.

Typical.

Taehyung carries about his business, following the directions of the notice tucked into his pocket. The walk past the inn after the village isn't too bad, but Taehyung definitely wished he could pinpoint the cottage and fast travel. His body had taken a beating just yesterday from slaying a fiend that took shelter at an abandoned village nearby, but he knew he needed to continue his duties in order to get paid. The lake comes into his view, sun shining heavily onto the surface, gleaming brightly and blinding his vision for a quick minute. Indeed, he spots the huge tree that sits near the front of the cottage, a gold ornament in the shape of a mockingbird hanging low on a branch.

Taehyung raises his hand and uses his knuckles to knock on the door a little loudly. He stands back, his cloak and his vest feeling heavy on his body under the sun. Once the door swings open, he shuts his eyes and tilts his head back in disbelief, instantly annoyed that it's you standing there.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." He groans.

"Perfect, just exactly who I was looking for." You responded sarcastically.

"You should really put your name on these notices."

"Why, it's not like anybody cares like you do."

"Ah, correction. No, no." He chuckles sarcastically as he waves his hand to dismiss your statement. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I don't care. It's just nice to give people a heads up and let them know the person they'd be dealing with is the problematic sorceress from Vengerberg." You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms. Problematic? Taehyung was definitely the only person who thought you were problematic and that's because he hated the fact that he had feelings for you. You drew him in since the first day you met at the pub, fucking each other's brains out that same night and not speaking a word to each other after that. It was the same routine - you'd see each other, fuck, then leave like it just a typical thing in your every day lives. He hated your snarky, snobby attitude, and he hated how fucking sexy you were, swaying your hips in those tight clothes you always wore. He hated that you were the most sought out sorceress being that you were only one of few left, and the most powerful of all. He hated that you played mind games, and that he only wanted you more and more every time he crossed paths with you.

He fucking hates you because he loves you.

However, you felt the same. He was the finest fucking witcher you have ever seen, and his deep voice alone was enough to make your pussy throb. The only difference is that you knew how to stand your ground. You just weren't weak like Taehyung. You'd play hard to get and fuck around until he couldn't take it. Until he crumbled. It boosted your ego, and you loved every minute of seeing him squirm. You loved showing him that a witcher could be powerless.

"Do you want the job or not, witcher?" He groans and kicks the dirt beneath his boots.

"Ifuckingguess." He mumbled, his words meshing together.

"I thought so." You roll your eyes and step aside for him to walk in. He throws his cloak down onto the bench near the front door and stretches, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room that made up your kitchen and dining area.

"What are you even doing here in Velen? I thought you were in Toussaint."

"You thought wrong." You turn to look at him as you throw a bag onto the table. "And even if I was, why are you even keeping tabs on me?"

"I'm not, word just travels fast when it comes to Miss Y/N."

"Whatever Taehyung, you're the only witcher I know that has a big ass mouth."

"Oooookay, off to a great start I see." He says sarcastically and sighs heavily. "Can you just tell me what you need so we can get this over with?" He towered over you as he came closer.

"Hm." You hummed, looking up at his plump, pink lips then back up to his yellow eyes. "There's a golem housing itself in the elvish ruins. The good ol' Elves are trying to preserve those ruins, and they can't even come close to it since the golem has been tucking himself away in there. He literally destroys what's around him and will kill anything that comes near. Can't exactly pinpoint what or who it's tied to."

"Aren't golems weak to your magic? Why can't you just do it yourself?"

"If I could do it by myself, I wouldn't have put up the notice, right?" You rolled your eyes. "I caught a glimpse of him when I pulled up a projection of the ruins. He's fucking huge. I need a witcher's touch to help weaken him."

"Nice to hear that you need me."

"I said a witcher, not you specifically Taehyung." He smirks.

"And look who's here. Isn't it just beautiful how meant to be we are?"

"Shut up." You shake your head as he slightly chuckles. "I need some ingredients first though, we can't go in there without any bombs and potions on hand, just in case." You shove the bag against his chest.

"Ingredients?" You hold up the list between your middle finger and index finger.

"Go get 'em, wolf."

"Are you shitting me? I go after monsters and shit, I don't fucking prance around in the meadow looking for fruits and flowers."

"Today you will." He groans.

"It's hot." He whines.

"Then go take a break in the shade." You scoff. "There's not even a ton of ingredients on there, Taehyung."

"What are you gonna do then, sit around and sip on tea while I'm working hard out there?"

"Yeah, sure." You smirk as he glares at you. "Chop, chop. We have a golem to go after."

"I'll remember this." He snaps as he walks out and unintentionally slams the door due to his witcher strength. You giggle before biting your bottom lip and proceeding to create the bombs and potions you could make with what you already had on hand.

"Here." He walks in, throwing the bag onto the table. "Your shit."

"Hey, this is for you too, you know."

"I think I can handle myself pretty well." You run your finger down his neck, a light scar trailing towards his collarbone.

"You sure about that?" He grabs your hand and gently brushes it off.

"Yeah." He stares you down for a second before pulling back. "How many more do you need to make with all this?"

"Probably 4. Sit tight. You need water or anything?"

"Mmm, no. I don't think I'm parched after being out there for awhile." He says sarcastically with a stupid ass smile on his face. You fill up a cup of water from the tap and press it against his chest.

"You're annoying." He simply drinks the water and looks at you.

"So, what has else Miss Y/N been up to? Besides fucking other witchers?"

"Uh?" You snort. "And you're one to talk when you slide your dick into every pussy that passes you by."

"Mm, not every pussy. Just some. I'm very selective." He winks and smirks cockily. He's not gonna lie, he has fucked a few ladies, but he's also gonna be honest and say he did it was an outlet. Sexual frustration. Frustration overall cause he couldn't always have you with these games you've been playing. "How was the crane witcher? Or, was it the viper witcher?"

"None of your business."

"Okay, whatever." He chuckles.

"Jealousy looks so good on you, Taehyung. Please. Do more." You jokingly plead.

"Fuck off, Y/N."

"Anyways, to answer your question, I've really just been hiding out here. Not fucking other witchers." He snorts.

"Alright. But, hiding out? Why?"

"Can't I just take time to myself without people being all up on my ass about shit?"

"I guess. Why Velen though?"

"It's quiet, and small. And I thought I could avoid most people, like you for example."

"You don't mean that, sweetheart." He jokes.

"Don't call me that." You roll your eyes even though the pet name rolling off of Taehyung's tongue makes your heart flutter. "Besides, you're the one who caught an attitude earlier. So who exactly is mad?" You size him up and down. He watches as you mix the ingredients for the last bomb and pack it away in your shoulder bag.

"Not mad. Just trying to get on with my business without any distractions."

"Okay, Taehyung." You slightly chuckle. "You ready to go?"

"I suppose. How far is it?"

"Not too far, but—" You raise your hands in front of you, a small spark of light building into a fairly large-sized portal in front of you. "We can head through the portal." His head drops as he sighs.

"Fuck, you know I hate portals."

"You use 'em anyway!" You furrow your brows because what the fuck is he even saying? He uses portals every chance he gets with his lazy witcher ass. "Suit yourself, I'll meet you there then."

"I'm coming!" He says lowly, following right behind you as you step through the light, the portal transporting you directly in front of the elvish ruins. "Ugh, my stomach."

"Suck it up, you big baby." He shakes off the feeling while you're already heading through the narrow stone walkway, leading deeper into the ruins.

The ruins are cold, wet and an odd odor lingers in the air. You assume it's from the golem making itself comfortable here, a sour look on your face creeping up the deeper you walk into the space. You look back to check on Tae, his eyes brighter in the dark. His brows are furrowed as he looks around.

"He's definitely deeper down in the pits of the ruins, you know that right?" He says, his witcher senses probably picking up the strong scent and the slightest sound from miles away. "My thing is, why is it here and who brought him to life?"

"Yeah, I know. If we need to, I'll have us jump through portals. But, that's exactly why we should walk through the ruins ourselves so we should make sure nothing else is in here." He sighs, still looking around. "Eep! What the fuck!" You squeal, your hands immediately wrapping around Taehyung's long arm. He looks down to see the rats brushing past your feet and the fear on your face.

"You're the most powerful sorceress out there, Y/N. Blast them away with your magic ball thingies."

"No! I hate rats, I don't want anything to do with them! Please just get rid of them Taehyung!" You whine, almost crying and crawling up his body at this point, causing him to shake his head and raise his hand to make use of his Igni sign. You hang tightly as you watch fire blast out into the environment, immediately turning all rats in the vicinity to ash.

"Happy, princess?"

"Thank you." You took a breath and dusted yourself off.

"Maybe we should make use of those portals now."

"No, we need to do this Taehyung." You respond, heading down the stairs to descend deeper onto another floor of the ruins. "Something is tied to that golem, there's no doubt." He nods silently. Something already didn't sit right with him and he knew that golem wasn't alone. Whatever it was though, he'd be ready. He'd be ready to face off and protect you, if need be.

You both head down another level, a good layer of water covering the cement floor, causing sounds of puddles and wet shoes to echo off of the stone walls.

"Can you walk any quieter?" Taehyung says lowly behind you.

"Can you? You're the bigger one here, witcher."

"Shh." He shushes you, his hand out to signal complete silence. You stare at his glowing eyes, wandering around the large, empty space. Suddenly, he abruptly gets in front of you, immediately drawing his sword forward and out, slicing a drowner in half before it could get to you. He smirks down at you, but it quickly fades when you hear the sounds of splashing water from more drowners rushing over to the both of you. There's about 5 more coming your way, Taehyung is dealing with them individually through the use of his Igni sign. They're swarming him, and although it's quite attractive to see him move the way he's moving alone, you need him on the rest of this mission and you can't allow him to get hurt.

"Move!" You yell, causing him to look over his shoulder and duck to the side as soon as you throw a dragon's dream bomb, quickly provoking it and igniting it with your own burst of flame afterwards. Taehyung still doesn't understand the mechanics of your power, but he doesn't underestimate you.

"You know, as much as I despise you, that was pretty hot." He says as he walks back over to you, smirking as he bites his bottom lip.

"Please." You slightly chuckle as you push him away and continue walking down the path. "You don't hate me. You're just weak and can't accept your own feelings."

"Don't ever call me weak." He almost growls as he follows you down the steps to the next level of the ruins. You smirk to yourself at the fact that you're already poking at his weak spot, but you don't say anything else. The stench has gotten worse, signaling that you two have most likely gotten closer to the golem.

"Fucking christ." You say as you swipe the air back and forth in front of you.

"He's right past that corridor." Taehyung points at the door at the end with the tip of his sword. You continue walking down, until he stops you once again. "Wait."

"What?" You turn to look at him.

"These sure as hell aren't your footsteps." He bends down to swipe the floor. He takes the dirt on the tip of his index and middle finger and swirls it around with his thumb. Black powder. "Y/N, let's be careful."

"What is it?" He stands up, showing you the powder on his fingers.

"Black Lotus." Ah, the Black Lotus. How you despise the Black Lotus. Descendants of the Wild Hunt. They were all nothing but specters who were considered to be an omen of misfortune and death. Bad elves created out of dark magic who brought darkness everywhere, and they were always led by a Knight - their leader. They just wanted to kill, but they rarely ever used their own hands to do so. They loved to use their dark magic, and boy, did they prove to be the most difficult fight for even you, a sorceress who harnesses her powers from Chaos and controls it within.

"But, why?"

"They're either here for something, or they're hiding something. Or, both." Taehyung closes his eyes to try and hone in on his witcher senses, but it can only reach so far, and he's still not unsure what lies behind the golem. "That's why the golem's here. He's the shield."

"Try and see what it is."

"I can't, not from here."

"Well, try harder!" He opens his eyes and furrows his brows down at you.

"You're impossible to please, you know that?" He nods towards the door. "Keep walking. Once we're in there, it'll be easier for me."

"Once we're in there, we'll be busy." You snapped. "Are you ready for that?"

"I'm not a witcher just for shits and giggles, Y/N." He says in a snarky tone. You purse your lips into a fine line because to be fair, that was a stupid question on your part. But, you weren't even sure if you were ready for how abnormally big this golem was going to be, especially if it was truly a golem of Black Lotus creation. "Let me go first."

"Ladies first, anyway." He glares at you before quietly walking into the room that held the golem. The golem was slumped directly in the middle of the room, sound asleep with its huge body blocking a relic in a box behind it.

"It's a crystallized raven skull." Taehyung whispers very softly and slowly, careful not to wake the golem and surprise it. You nod, trying your best to take cautious steps towards the box from the side of the room - however, that doesn't last when your boot brushes up against a large stone. Taehyung's eyes widen as he sharply turns his head towards you, both frustration and slight fear (for you) seen through his golden eyes. You watch, still as can be, as the golem stands, almost nearing the ceiling of the cave. It immediately hones in on your scent and where you're standing in the room, Taehyung tossing a smoke bomb before running over to block you from any other blind attacks. You run off behind the golem as Taehyung's body flings against the wall due to him trying to shield off an attack from the golem's long, stone arm.

"Shit! Tae!" You yell as you watch him get back up, grabbing his arm.

"Grab it and do your fucking magic ball thing! Now!" He yells in his true witcher fashion. After all these years, and he still doesn't know the proper term for your spells. But, bullshit aside, you watch as he physically musters up all the energy he can to try and distract the golem while you break the spell off of the relic locked away in the box and start focusing on destroying the golem for good. Taehyung moves quick, like a wolf, bouncing from one area to the next, blocking most attacks well. You finally break the spell off of the box and tuck the small, crystallized skull into your back pocket before harnessing the energy from the golem while Taehyung slowed its pace down by using the Yrden sign. Taehyung barely winces as he holds his hand out, but its enough for you to catch on and understand that his energy to keep the sign alive is running out. The energy you've harnessed from the golem comes full circle and is directly aimed back at it, its entire body being destroyed to bits from your single blow.

"Fuck!" You groan as you fall to the floor, completely drained from the act.

"Jesus, Y/N." Taehyung runs over to you, his long, gloved hands on either arm to help you up and support you. "You okay?" You nod.

"You?"

"Yeah." He quickly brushes the hair out of your face and dusts off the dirt that has fallen onto your cheek. You give him a small smile before he puts his hand down and looks behind you. "Did you get the relic?" You pull it out for examination. Taehyung comes to your side, dusting off the residue and dirt off of the skull before completely taking it in his hands and looking at it closely.

"This is used in conjunction with a spell to summon a raven in battle." You say softly. "It's just like the golem - it'll obey whoever has summoned it and will be of good use during the entire battle. They can definitely use this for black magic too, something elves are definitely capable of."

"Why did they stash it here, though?"

"Well it is an elvish run, but I don't know. This is a super rare skull. I'm guessing that's mostly why."

"But in this particular elvish ruin?"

"Probably didn't think anyone would come and bother it."

"They are aware witchers are back, right?"

"You can go ask them yourself since you witchers love to get into trouble so much." He lightly chuckles.

"Makes the world a better place though, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah." You sigh. "Come on, let's get out of here and go back to my place."

"Back to your place, ey?"

"You helped me with the mission and now you need your reward, right?" You say, sealing off the room with a protection spell.

"What iffffff I want a different reward?" His mouth is slightly open as he pokes his cheek with his tongue, his brow raising up once.

"Don't push it, Taehyung."

"I'm just saying, Y/N." You look up at him, curious about what else he's going to say. "I, uh-"

"Say it." You say softly.

"You drive me crazy, and I hate it."

"I'm not even doing anything to you." He scoffs.

"Trust me, you have been and you have no idea."

"Enlighten me." You say, slowly walking up the steps, but you don't hear Taehyung, nor do you feel him behind you. You quickly turn and see that he's completely gone. "T-Tae? Taehyung?" At first, you think he's playing games because Taehyung had the tendency to be playful, even though 99% of the time he played the serious witcher role. Maybe it was a side only you have seen, and you're flattered, but times like this call for an asswhooping. He should never leave you in the dark like—

"Ouch, fuck!" You barely mumble as you're swallowed through a portal, a dark, pulsating ring of magic circling your neck, making it very difficult for you to breathe. You can barely open your eyes with how much you're struggling, but you are able to catch a glimpse of Taehyung bent on a knee, his hair wet and matted to his forehead while a trail of blood dripped from the corner of his lip. You also see a very tall and dark figure wearing a knight's armor, signaling that it was someone from the Black Lotus. His breath is cold; you see the frost building up on Taehyung's clothing and against the Black Lotus' helmet.

"Put her down." Taehyung says sternly.

"Ah, but she has what I need." The Black Lotus says deeply before turning to you and tightening the grip around your neck by the simple gesture of curling his fingers upward. "Give me. The skull." He puts pauses in between his words.

"No." You manage to say, coughing and choking on your own words. You knew they'd use it to conjure more darkness and release it out onto the towns, because their plans only consisted of killing every living being that didn't follow their ways.

"Give it!" He says, growling. The Black Lotus continues to hold his hand up to keep the ring around your neck, while Taehyung strikes at him only to be beaten down again.

"Y/N." Taehyung says, his eyes cutting into you sharply as he gets onto his knees. You knew what he was trying to say, and what he was planning to do, but you honestly didn't even know if you had the energy to follow along. Magic took up a lot, and with the way this man was choking you near to death, you barely had anything left in you. "Up." Taehyung says to distract the Black Lotus. He looks up, the grip around your neck loosening and giving you momentum to conjure thunder from above and strike him down. You fall to the floor and immediately run to Taehyung, pulling protection bubbles over the both of you. You watch as he runs to the Black Lotus, striking him with both of his swords. His moves smooth like a dance, his jaw clenching every moment he strikes the Black Lotus. You stay in your position, using your hands to channel your energy and continue blasting the Black Lotus with more thunder. You can tell he's getting weaker with the way he stumbles to stand, but he manages to hit Taehyung once more, making him collapse again to the ground. You run over to Tae as he grabs onto his side and tries to get back on his feet.

"You two are so pathetic. You're a sad excuse of a sorceress, just as he's a sad excuse for a witcher." The Black Lotus comes over to you, boots heavily hitting the ground, metal armor clanking against each other. "School of the Wolf, too? My, Geralt of Rivia would have been so displeased to see what the witchers have come to. He—" You shut him up by using your power to carry and lift him from his own two feet, your fingers working to strip him of his armor and stretch his limbs out until he's screaming in agony.

"Taehyung, now. Please!" You order him to get on his two feet and kill him off for good. Although it wasn't necessarily in Taehyung's practice to kill other than monsters, he still had a duty to protect you, or whoever was in danger.

You continue to hold the Black Lotus a few feet above the ground in antagonizing pain while you watch Taehyung place both of his swords at the base of his neck and slice his head off. Taehyung wipes the blood from his swords against his clothing before tucking them back onto his shoulders.

"You good?" He asks, supporting you and pulling you up by the arms again.

"Yeah. I fucking knew it." You look at the body in front of you.

"Smart enough to track where we were at this whole time and separate us."

"Not smart enough in battle though, clearly."

"Mm, to be fair. I think he was. If I was alone, I probably would have been a goner. A witcher alone isn't necessarily a match for the Black Lotus." He looks down at you, eyes softening as he tucks your hair behind your ear and wipes the dirt off of your cheek. "You're just way too strong." You don't say anything besides simply let out a breath. This man was truly the biggest test to you, out of everything you have ever encountered. Taehyung was serious, and intimidating, but you knew him to be the most endearing and charming being. You had a soft spot for him, and sometimes, you wanted nothing more than to just wrap your arms around him and just be. You weren't really sure why you hadn't confessed your feelings, or put your guard down for him. He never gave you a reason to feel like he would betray you or hurt you, but it was most likely due to your insecurities and how you could never match up to how perfect he was.

Although looked down upon as a witcher, you knew he would never do any wrong if given a choice.

"Let's head back before we come across anything else." You say, sealing off the entire ruins before creating a portal for you and Taehyung to jump through and get home.

The cottage is warm and cozy compared to the time you've spent in the ruins. It smells of the lavender you've burnt off, mixed with citrus from the tea you have brewing in the kitchen. You place a cup in front of Taehyung as he sits and wipes down his swords, placing it below the bench he sits on.

"Wanna stay for awhile? I'll cook us up some good stew." You sip on your tea while you watch him slightly smile and chuckle.

"Sure. Can't say no to that."

"Oh, here." You drop the bag of coins in front of him. "For your help today." He looks at the bag and shakes his head.

"It's alright. I—"

"Taehyung, take it. It's your job. You get paid to slay monsters and all that cute shit, don't you?"

"I suppose." He gets up from his seat. "I'll take it before I leave." He turns to your bathroom. "Mind if I shower? Don't exactly enjoy being covered in all sorts of shit and Black Lotus blood."

"Go for it."

"Thanks." He says, making his way to your bathroom. You watch as he leaves the door slightly ajar while sipping the remainder of your tea. You can't seem to peel your eyes off of the bathroom slit, continuing to watch as Taehyung strips off his upper body clothing. You catch a glimpse of him just above the torso, stepping into your bathtub and letting the shower head above wash him down.

You really can't help yourself. Not after today.

You slowly get rid of your garments, tossing them aside onto the bench near the door, gently pushing the door open to the bathroom in your undergarments.

"What do you think you're doing, Y/N?" He says without drawing the curtains, definitely picking up on your scent and sound through his witcher senses.

"Joining you for a bath, what does it look like?" You say, letting down your bra and panties as you pull the curtain back and step inside with him. He simply looks down at you, his black hair now wet and slicked back. His eyes are glowing under the dim light as he turns to fully give you his attention. His eyes roam from the bottom portion of your body before they come back up and lock onto your eyes. Your fingers trace down the huge scar across his chest, along with the little ones trailing down to his abdomen.

A witcher's body. The damage it takes.

Your hand lands on his cheek, thumb gently caressing it before slowly leaning in to press your lips against his. He takes you in, his hands landing on your arms to pull you closer. You deepen the kiss, your tongue gliding against his bottom lip, causing him to let out a small moan into the kiss. You feel his hardened member brush against your pussy, sending sparks throughout your body.

"Hm, you truly don't understand what you do to me." He says softly as you pull away, water dripping from his long eyelashes.

"Care to tell me? Since last time we were so rudely interrupted."

"I think I'll show you instead." You bite onto your bottom lip watching him hold you close as you begin to wash your hair. His hands land on the small of your back, planting kisses along your collarbone and neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. He comes back up to meet your lips, his hands in your hair as you wash the soap off. Your tongues are messily fighting for dominance now, the sounds of wet kisses filling the shower. He pulls away and begins to lower himself down to a crouch. He tugs your leg over his shoulder, his hands gripping your thighs to support himself while he begins to plant kisses on your clit and your folds. His tongue swipes a stripe up before he begins to toy around and run it along your clit in circular motions.

"Taaaaae." You moan as you place your hand against the wall, feeling your knees getting weaker by the minute.

"Prettiest fucking sight." He says before latching onto your clit once more, sucking as he allows his two digits to stretch you out. "Need you to be ready for me, baby."

"Fuck!" You say, almost groaning at how good he feels simply finger fucking you. "God, you're gonna make me cum so quick."

"Mhm." He bites onto his lip as he shoves another finger in, picking up his pace. His veins are popping out of his forearms and neck the more he tries to pleasure you. "Cum for me, sweetheart." He sucks harder onto your clit, causing you to hurdle over the edge. He doesn't part his lips right away, sucking gently and removing his fingers from inside of you to help you ride out the rest of your high. He stands back up, his cock brushing against your sensitive pussy.

You want more of him, and he wants you just as bad.

You take his cock in your hand, pumping him up and down as he backs you against the wall. He tilts his head back in pleasure, groaning, almost whining at your touch.

"Need to feel you." He says, removing your hand and swooping you into his arms to have your legs wrapped around his waist. The cold pressure from the stone wall hits your skin sharply, causing you to hiss as he positions himself to line up with your entrance. He presses his lips against yours, muffling your moans as you feel his tip slowly penetrate your entrance before the rest of him fills you up - completely, warmly, fully. You pull back, your forehead touching his as you lock eyes and grip his hair. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Taking me in so perfectly every time." He says lowly, his lips barely grazing yours.

"Fucking handle me, Tae. Please." His hands are gripping your ass tightly as he works his hips and rolls into your pussy, your clit rubbing against his abdomen every single time. Your hips begin to work in tandem with his, following his motion and providing another layer of pleasure for the both of you.

"Fuck, Y/N." He groans. "I'm taking you to the bed." He says, aggressively drawing the curtains and stepping out.

"Tae, the water!" You squeal as he keeps himself inside of you and rushes over to your bed.

"Fuck the water!" He says causing you to giggle as he positions you on the bed, and instantly begins to fuck you more aggressively. You moan loudly, the pleasure almost becoming overwhelming that you pinch your nipples as an outlet while he hammers into you. His nails are digging deep into your hips while he lowers his mouth back down onto your neck.

"I'm gonna cum!" You yell, arching your back slightly and palming your breasts.

"No the hell you're not." He says, removing himself from inside of you and smirking. You whine, almost cry at the separation, wanting to feel him inside of you so badly that you can't even bear to feel empty right now.

"Taehyung." You whine.

"Beg for it, baby. Tell me what you want." He strokes himself, spreading your wetness all throughout his cock.

"I want you to make me cum." He nods, his tongue poking his cheek.

"How do you want it?"

"Any way! Just fuck me!" You yell, annoyed that he's teasing you in such a manner. He begins to chuckle a bit before he aggressively gets you to get on your fours.

"Turn around." He says, tugging on your hair as he begins to line himself to enter again. He groans as he feels your walls devour him, the warmth and wetness sending him into a high. The lewd, wet noises of skin against skin begins to fill the room as he rams into your pussy, hair pulled tightly so that he can see the look on your face. "My pretty baby." He says, quickening his pace, your mouth unable to release any noise due to how overwhelming the pleasure is.

"I'm gonna cum, Tae!" You yell, followed by small whimpers. It isn't long before you feel your walls clench around him, your knees buckling as the orgasm takes over completely. You fall onto the bed, Taehyung continuing to fuck into you as your face is in the mattress. He gives your ass one good smack before he rams into you one more time and has you turn over. He doesn't wait for you to settle, and bottoms out with your legs thrown over his shoulders, wanting to fuck you and have you feel him deep in your gut.

"Ohhhhhhshit." He says as he slowly thrusts in and out, circling your clit with his thumb. "You feel so good around me. Gonna make me cum, sweetheart." It's so overwhelming to you that it gets painful for a second before your body overrides the feeling and turns the pain into more pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You plead, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Just like that!" You cry as he groans, his high coming to a close. "Cum inside me baby, please. W-wanna feel you." You breathily say.

"Fuck!" He groans as his thrusts begin to get sloppy, his thumb continuing to work on your nub. Sooner or later, you feel him release inside of you, filling you up in every way possible while he grips onto your knees tightly. You tremble for the third time in his grip, your body weak from how hard you came this last time. He slowly falls ontop of you, your hands tangled in his wavy hair while his member softens within you.

"So, is that how you really feel?" You joke, causing him to chuckle in the position he's in.

"You're a pain in the ass." He removes himself from inside of you and grabs a tissue to clean you up.

"Me? I gotta clean up the mess you just made and put on some new sheets." He shows off his boxy smile as he finished wiping you off and lays next to you.

"I'd say it's worth it." You smile at him as he holds you close.

"I hate you, you know that?" You respond softly, looking into his eyes.

"Well, I love you, you know that? And I fucking hate it."

"Why?"

"Cause you won't let me have you." You bite onto your bottom lip and cup his cheek as you turn to face him. His soft hand is planted on your hip, finger drawing circles onto your skin.

"I want you to have me."

"Yeah? No bullshit?" You laugh.

"No bullshit."

"Oh for the love of God, finally." He lets out a heavy sigh. "Only took years for you to fucking say that."

"Shut up before I change my mind, witcher." You sit up but he pulls you back down and places a kiss on your jaw.

"Tell me you love me." He wiggles his eyebrows. "Just let me hear it once, especially after today." You sigh.

"I love you." You roll your eyes, causing him to laugh. "Now, can I go make some food and clean up?"

"Sure thing, pretty lady." He says, giving your ass a good smack as you get up to leave him.

➺ portals that are currently open:

✘ the cat

༄ the manticore

✘ the griffin

༄ the viper

༄ the crane

✘ the bear

⟳ back to novigrad?

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suga-rush-agust-d · 7 years

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Hello y’all!

This is my first edit using Sony Vegas 14 as well as my first post to Tumblr. I created this edit for the mutant au fanfiction that I am working on.

Hope you like it, and thank you for watching.

Namjoon - Apex: Telekinesis, Telepathy, and Psychometry

Seokjin - Barricade: Force Fields and Minor Healing

Yoongi - Abyss: Pyrokinesis

Hoseok - Chimera: Illusion Mind Control

Jimin - Vanish: Teleportation

V - Seraph: Flight and Vision

Jungkook - Merc: Strength, Speed, and Agility

I do not own the music or the video clips. I just do the editing.

Music: Ruelle - Madness

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minnochu · 4 years

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Lustrous (pt. 21)

Hybrid!Kook x f!Reader au

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Pt 17 | Pt 18 | Pt 19 | Pt 20 | Pt 21

Warning: Death and violence

(A/n): Cue more anticlimactic action <3 If you didn’t know, I’m going on a hiatus after this update to focus on this semester because it’s important to me, so hang tight! Much love for all the support and love as always <3

“I was getting a little bored you know? Especially when you just refused to be killed!”

The voice you’ve only ever heard in your dreams and memories, chilling and patronizing. It holds your attention captive, almost like a sweet lullaby.

Long ivory hair falling in waves, bright and healthy, a contrast to the dull darkness of her eyes. Irises like black holes, and yet they captivate any who look her straight in the eye. An enrapturing smile, and yet her expression seemed to look both angelic and condescending at the same time.

You don’t recognize the room you’re in, you were never allowed in the same room as Eris after your innate magic never manifested and you were deemed a mutant. If your mother was called for an audience with the head, she would always leave you outside her living quarters. If there were important assemblies or such, you were never allowed into the grand hall. You assumed you were blinked to the latter, daring to raise your head to eye the woman seated on the throne.

The manor never did scream dark-magic-is-practiced-here! It was more like a household worthy of angels or goddesses, if the latter existed. You held no doubt if anything and everything seemed to coexist in the human world now.

One would have expected her throne to be made of the bones of humans and animals that she sacrificed when a spell called for it, or the skulls of birds she devoured to reverse the expiration of her aging body. It was, however, an elegant throne, carved mahogany gilded with ivory just as beautiful as her silvery tresses. Seated atop a platform, the witch sat with one pale leg crossed over the other. She held herself with dignity and poise, her chin raised and eyes set downwards in a mocking way. Eris dressed herself like a queen, silky robes with a long train that lay in folds at her bare feet.

She regarded you with a hardened look, pressing her chin into her knuckles as you picked yourself up and stood. Dusting your uniform skirt off, you perk and regard the man standing at her side with nostalgia. Hickory hair, messy and falling over his eyes. His jaw tightened at your gaze, although his own seemed to focus just above your head. You wondered why. Was he suddenly feeling guilty for betraying his lover, your mother, and now having to face you and kill you soon? Maybe he was just ignoring your existence.

“It’s been quite a long time (F/n), tell me, how’s your mother doing?” Eris bemuses.

You scoff at that.

“Amazing, no thanks to you,” You spit back before shrugging, “I guess you’re getting a little old, your senile is showing, head witch.”

Dark eyes narrowed at your response.

“I see you’ve developed a rather sour mannerism, I don’t quite remember Minerva being that bratty. Was it that mutt who taught you that?”

“I’d like to call it the hard truth, old lady,” You continue, watching as she bristles at the name.

“Killing you is going to be so worthwhile,” She grits, eyes burning with annoyance, “I’ll make your annoying voice screech pitifully when I torture you just a little bit.”

The elder barely twitches and you sense the murderous intent only briefly as thorns emerge in tumultuous waves from the floor. You quickly flash your hand to create a glowing cube around your form to protect yourself from the crystals.

“Humor me a little, why don’t you (F/n)? It’s been years since your family’s seen you! Why not greet them instead of being so rude?” You hear Eris say as you degenerate the shield.

You waver momentarily when you find yourself surrounded by your old coven members; grown up faces of children you had once knew to bully you when you still lived in the manor, familiar elders who had looked at you and your mother with pity and disgust didn’t seem to age as much. They all held that familiar glare of contempt at your existence, some holding staves in their hands to control the conjuring of their spells.

Did you even have enough magic stored in your amulet to take on this many witches and warlocks? You can’t even remember the last time you siphoned from Jungkook or the others. For some reason, the former only ever allowed you to siphon from him. You weren’t sure why, but you often grew worried that it was draining for him to constantly be sucked of magical energy every so often. (Yoongi only ever laughed when you expressed your worry and reassured you he had plenty of magic left.)

Left and right, you raise crystalline shields, a purple hue emitting a dark aura, as you protect yourself from attacks from the others. You can barely get much of a hit when facing multiple threats from all around you. As you dodge and counter magical spells and skills, you catch the infuriating smirk on Eris’ expression.

She’s laughing at your predicament. She knows you’re bound to run out of magical source, and you can barely manage to siphon any from the other witches when they make an effort to keep their distance. There’s a greater number of them and only one of you, multiple attacks left you vulnerable if you tried to focus too hard on getting into someone’s close quarters and siphon their magic.

You’d have to thank Jungkook later, if you survived, for giving it to you hard. The weight of the magical projectiles, on the translucent layer of protection covering your body, didn’t seem to hurt no better than the wolf’s punches.

Pivoting on your heels, you nimbly dodge a thorn shot from the right of you, however another zipping by from behind nicks you on your side. Your uniform tears from the cut, blood seeping from the superficial wound on your torso.

You weren’t one for stamina, even if Seokjin sometimes made you run laps in the forest, but constantly having to run and dodge was wearing down your legs. You were starting to feel winded and you can sense your stone depleting rapidly.

Perspiration creates a sheen on your forehead, a bead rolling down your temple.

Survive? Was it possible to survive this alone? Would Jungkook come? The pack? Would they be able to find you?

You blew a cherry.

That was pathetic, to rely on them so much.

If you didn’t survive, you’d never hear what Jungkook wanted to tell you. You’d never be able to see him, or the boys.

The thought makes your heart clench as you dissipate in a flurry of stygian vapor. Reappearing, you make a grab for a witch’s arm from behind, your fingers barely manage to siphon a sliver of magic as you move to dodge another attack. In your state of distraction, the blast of condensed magical energy singes the lateral side of your bicep, burning away at the sleeve of your uniform.

Your chest twists painfully at the thought of no longer being able to wake up to Jungkook, in his large wolf form, curled protectively and warmly around your body. You would no longer sit at the chaos that was breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the pack. You would no longer be able to laugh alongside the three youngest and Hyejin at school. No goofy jokes with Jimin and Taehyung, and Jungkook breathing down their back for whatever reason. No lying on the grassy terrain of the backyard, limbs spread out like a starfish, with Jungkook in same position, after another one of Seokjin’s training sessions. No sitting out on the roof tiles when you go searching for the hybrid wolf, watching the stars alongside him.

Maybe you should’ve confessed sooner, instead of being scared by the idea that Jungkook was fated to someone that wasn’t you. The weight over your chest was becoming unbearable, you wanted to see him one more time and tell him again how he makes you feel safe and at home and how much you like even if he wouldn’t feel the same.

You couldn’t possibly survive this, right?

Were you going to have to resort to killing? They were your kind... but were they your family? Were they there to protect you and pick you back up like Yahiko and the pack? Were they worth sparing when they’ve turned your mother into a puppet? Were they worth letting roam free when they’ve put Yahiko and the boys in danger for being associated with you?

You glanced at Eris, smug as she watches you tire yourself. That meant becoming the people you hated, the same people who loathed you back. You wanted to be better than that, despite the growing rage and contempt building within your chest at your clashing thoughts.

Summoning the last bit of magic from your amulet, the glow of the stone resting on your chest flickering with the last bit of its life before growing dull and cold, multiple needle-like spears formed around you. You willed them in different directions, catching the coven members by their appendages. They weren’t fatally wounded, but you still winced at the thought of possibly killing someone still.

Eris seemed to notice the falter in attacks and defense, barely able to keep on your feet with the remaining coven members.

She snapped her fingers, a curved dagger materializing in her hand. Glossed lips curved deviously as she glanced at the blade.

“I guess I have to get my hands dirty after all, hm Colhen?” Eris sighs dramatically as she rises from her seat, not waiting for a response. Her feet tap on the marble as she steps down from the platform, walking gracefully towards you as you take a blow to your side. Compact, dark energy smashes into you, burning your skin and leaving a darkening, almost black imprint, as you’re thrown off your feet from the impact. You hit your shoulder hard on the marble, wincing at the white hot pain that shoots from the bone.

“I’m getting a little impatient, (F/n), every time I try to kill you… you just can’t seem to fucking die you know? A little annoying don’t you think?” She says, piquing your attention, smirking at the haziness in your weary eyes, barely able to glance up at her, “I meant to torture you, but there’s no fun when I don’t get the satisfaction of seeing that mutt fill with absolute terror and sorrow at your slow death. I’m also an impatient woman after all.”

Brandishing the dagger, she mocks an examination of its metal surface before glancing at you pitifully, “I meant to plant an assassin in the school to kill you with this blade, but I guess I’ll have the honor of killing you myself.”

This is it. You were done for. Was everything all for nothing after all?

Stepping close to your fallen form, the blade glimmers under the light of the chandelier as she raises her arm. You take one last breath, swallowing hard as she brings the edge downward and your eyes squeeze shut in preparation for your impending doom.

You had magic left, there was no protecting what was coming. This really was the end, huh?

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” She demands suddenly.

You don’t realize that you’re still breathing and alive as you open your eyes to Colhen knelt before you, arms stretched out at his sides to protect you. He gazes down at you fondly, relieved that he managed to protect you for just a while longer.

This was the man who your mother had fallen in love with, and the man who walked all over those feelings once it had been announced of your mutation. He held your mother and your existence with distaste. So why was he protecting you now?

“You… but I thought you hated me?” You gaped up at him.

He chuckles softly, “My own daughter? Never.”

There’s a certain warmth that sparks behind those eyes, the same eyes that only ever held disgust when directed at you. His eyes reflect repentance and adoration, regret and absolute love, both emotions that were foreign to you. Colhen never looked at you or your mother in such a way, so why? Why now?

“I made the mistake of hiding behind my own fear of being shunned and facing the reality of my actions... but I never stopped thinking about the beautiful little girl out there that I wish I could’ve protected,” His laugh makes your heart warm, “Allow me to be a proper father just a while longer.”

Eris is bristling behind him, fury burning in her eyes as she clenches her teeth at her husband’s actions.

“You betray me like this Colhen?! For a mutant?!” Eris sneers in disbelief, “Fine. If you dare disobey me like this, see to it that your efforts are in vain.”

Your father’s lips are moving but you can’t hear it, his mouth moving to form the words of a final apology and expression of his love for you. They all fall on deaf ears when you cry out as he looks up only in time to see the large thorn that appears from above, impaling him through his gaping mouth. The spear pierces the back of his throat and lodges into the ground with a thunderous crack of the marble. Smaller spears pierce him through his left eye, one at his hip, another straight through his chest cavity, blood pouring from the wounds as his hands hang limp at his sides.

“How could you!?”

Eris snorts, almost flabbergasted, “How could I? He was dumb to even protect trash like you.”

Long nails, sharp like talons, grip you by the throat, forcing you onto your feet on weak and unstable knees. Your hands fly to her wrists in attempt to siphon from her, but she anticipates this and uses two fingers to rip the necklace from around your neck. She smirks as she lets the amulet fall to your feet before forcing her heel down onto the stone, smashing it.

“A pitiful attempt,” she sneers, “This is the reason why I hate failures like you, you’re no better than thieves trying to use someone else’s magic, you’re weak and useless. There is no place you belong in this world for as long as I live as the head of the Blackwells.”

“Let’s finally put an end to this little charade of cat and mouse, yes?”

The doors to the hall are forced open just she forces the blade into your middle. Jungkook’s eyes wide and flashing gold and aqua in a fit of fury.

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Color Me Moonlight. IV

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› Summary: Some flowers are not to be plucked, for their thorns are far too sharp for any hand to graze, yet, she was touched. She was soft, delicate, she didn’t know it, but something so beautiful could never be bad. She grew up in a garden of loneliness, does she have a place to bloom? He gave her a place, and they bloomed together.

“Let me get this straight...” The chief pressed his temples, “you lost her at a red light!?”

Jeon cringed at the embarrassing circumstance for an agent of his caliber. “Chief, I don’t know what to tell you. She was in the car and when I got on the phone, she just ran.” He rustled his hair, a deep sigh leaving his mouth.

“What do you want me to tell senator Greene? He is expecting to hear that we’ve cleared all regions. That girl shouldn’t have been able to outsmart you, Jeon.”

He was silent. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do sir-”

The Chief's phone rang. Senator Greene.

Sweat built at his brow before he hesitantly picked up the phone.

“Hello, Senator,” Greene spoke, it sounded like faint whispers to the agent. “To be honest with you sir, no, not yet.” He narrowed his brows. “Just one. A female, sir.” He nods in an acquiescent manner. “We will sir, definitely. Goodbye.”

Jungkook swallowed. “What did he say?”

“That girl is our first priority, and it’s up to you to find her and get her to the SRMA. Immediately. They think she might be the one they’re looking for.”

“Yes, sir.”

He woke up first, eyes fluttering open slowly at the feeling of warmth under his arm. He sat up, trying to recall the events leading up to this situation. His first thought was, why am I here? And more importantly, how did I get here? He looked down at you, there was tranquility about you that he has yet to witness until now. There is something about your presence that just draws him in, like a light in the dark. In efforts not to wake you, he slowly gets out of the bed, feet touching the cool floor before tiptoeing to close the door and let you sleep.

It was oddly comfortable, and smelled like a loving home – this couldn’t be your room.

You yawned, stretching your arms and legs as you took in your surroundings. The things that happened last night unveiled in your mind like preserved memories embedded in your consciousness. You revealed your secret to and was convinced that the two of you are birds of a feather, creatures of the same creator. Yet, you’re still wary of him. Trust isn’t something you’re entirely used to – it’s just difficult for you.

The control you once had over yourself is slowly faltering. The energy once tightly concealed inside of you is threatening even the smallest of things. You literally had to consciously steady your breathing, force your hands to stay still, and keep your thoughts from flying all over the place.

You could hear a whisk bumping up against a plastic bowl, you smelled vanilla waffles baking, his low humming to the jazz playing from a Bluetooth speaker.

Barefooted, you shuffled to the door and peaked out—nope, you weren’t alone. Taehyung stood at the refrigerator and it looked like he was cooking. For some reason, that sight made you smile, even a fancy CEO can appear wholesome with his heart slippers. You walked out of the bedroom, shyly making your presence known. He glanced back at, a grin coming to his lips at the sight of his baggy clothing hanging on you. You noticed his eyes were back to that artificial brown again.

“Good morning.” He smiled.

“Morning...”

“I made eggs, bacon, and waffles. If you don’t eat that, I have yogurt and fruit, also coffee and tea...” His hair was messy looking, it was endearing to see him in clothing other than a suit his hair looking far from tidy.

“Do you want me to make you a plate?” You inhaled deeply and a pleased expression came to your face—he took that as a yes and he started to make it.

“Thank you, everything smells great... You watched as he sat the plate at a seat right next to his own. You can’t even remember the last time you’ve awoken to a home-cooked breakfast, let alone meal in general.

He sat down right after you, a cup of juice in hand, “Do you have any plans for today?”

“No...” You cut a piece of waffle, rubbed it in a puddle of syrup, and ate it. “I would’ve gone to work but the word probably already got out about me.” You swallowed.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to stay here for a day or so- Just until I can find somewhere to go, then I promise I’ll be out of your hair.” You pressed your lips tight, your hands retreating to rest snug in your lap, purposely avoiding eye contact. You thought about it, you felt burdensome for staying here. “Or I can run to my place and-”

“No, I’d feel better if you stayed here. It’s not exactly safe for you out there, have you seen the news?” You shake your head no.

He slid his phone over to you. “I think you should expect to stay here for a little while.” He put a forkful of food into his mouth.

You picked it up and the first headline said—Suspected Sato Experiment On The Run. The article vaguely described your appearance and your heart began to throb and goosebumps erupted on your skin. You sat his phone down and let out an exasperated sigh, your face was burning at the thought of being wanted. He could practically feel your blood pressure rising, your chest straining in anxiety.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe here.” He placed his hand on top of yours, a startled flinch from you made him recoil a bit. “If they try to take you, which I won’t let happen, they’ll have to take me too, yeah?”

“I guess so...” You slid your hand away so you could finish eating, and that’s when you realized you were sitting next to someone just like you. You two were sewn from the same thread, you were the same kind. There was no need to be fearful around him, you could trust him, right? You revealed your most cherished secret to him��that had to mean something.

“If you're done, pass me your plate, I’ll put it in the dishwasher.” You hurriedly grabbed your plate so he could set it in the dishwasher. Even from only staying here for a number of hours, you admired how well he functioned in a domestic and organized environment. It seemed like he had a place for everything and everything had a place. As he tended to the dishes, you eased up next to him at the sink—helping him with this seemed like the least you could do.

You grabbed the empty pan that he used to make eggs and looked for the dishcloth. “Can I use that?” You pointed to the cloth on the counter to his right. He looked down to see your hands in the bubbly dishwater.

He smiled at your efforts. “You don’t have to do that, I can get it-”

“No, I want to.” You were not about to be waited on hand and foot, especially considering he was doing you such a huge favor.

“The rag, please?” He nods, pursing his lips at your insistence. He handed you the dishcloth and you continued to clean the pan. He took the clean pan from you, and to your dismay, he started to dry it for you. Just as you were about to clean off the dining table, Taehyung gently grabbed your arm.

You paused, staring up at him. “Yes?...”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, sort of.” You paused. “When you came into the room last night you didn’t try to do anything so I don’t see why I shouldn’t trust you...” You muttered quietly, tearing your gaze away from him in remembrance.

He couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks at the reminder of what he did in the absence of his mind. “I’m sorry about that, I honestly don’t know how I got there.” Scratching the back of his neck, he pressed his lips in a straight line. “I assume our connection has something to do with it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to help it going forward, I’m just drawn to you,” He smirked, brushing his fingers over the shell of your ear. “even in my sleep. Just lock your door and I’m sure that’ll solve the problem.” You both laughed, bridging that awkward gap of silence.

You weakly smiled, drying your hands off with a paper towel. “Why do you wear your contacts inside? No one can see you here.”

“It’s a habit,” He never thought about it until now, “and anyone could knock on the door and I’d have to rush to put them on, it’s just easier to put them on as soon as I wake up.” That made sense. You both eyed each other, a mutual comfort being the reason you hadn’t walked away. He was all smiles when he looked down at his phone, but his eyes widened and the smile vanished.

Had the time flown by so fast?

“Sorry to run but I gotta get ready or I’m gonna be late.” He ran off to his bedroom and you went to the opposite side of the house, where your room is.

For the first time in a few hours, you checked your phone. You had a few missed texts from Hoseok.

[10:14PM]: Hey, can I still drop your book up off in the morning?

[8:20AM] I have your book, I gotta head to my 9 o’clock meeting in a little bit

[8:31AM] Y/n, you normally check your texts pretty fast so I’m getting kind of worried tbh

[12:43PM] I’m on my lunch break, can you text me to let me know you’re okay?

Your thumbs went at your keypad immediately, attempting to type something to let him know that you’re alive.

You: I’m so sorry I missed your text and I’m sorry not showing up this morning, I’ve kind of been caught up with some personal stuff. Please don’t be worried, I’m okay, I'm just spending time with a friend for a little bit :) Thank u for checking on me Hobi, it means a lot. P.S u can keep the book for a little longer

You set your phone on the nightstand. Never having crashed at someone's place before, it was natural for you to feel like a bit of a burden. Do you just stay here while he’s gone? What if you get hungry and eat something that you weren’t supposed to and he gets mad? What if someone with a key to his place comes to pick up something?—It was all too much to think about.

“If you need anything, just let me know,” Taehyung spoke loud enough for you to hear.

It’s not long before you hear the front door shut and lock, he’s gone and you’re here alone. Might as well see what the world is up to, you flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. As soon as it turns on, the news pops up.

“Good afternoon and thank you for joining us for the 12 o’clock news. I’m Priscilla Moore, and today we are joined by a very special guest, Senator Nelson Greene. Welcome, Mr. Greene and thank you for being here.”

“Happy to be here Priscilla.”

That voice.

That’s the voice you heard on the agent's phone, the person who wanted to check you personally. It’s sickening, utterly appalling to know that you are in this situation and you don’t have many options. For one, you don’t know why he wants you specifically. Maybe he doesn’t trust the examination process and does it himself from time to time. You found this whole ordeal unsettling.

November 14th, 1995.

“She’s due in 4 months,” Jane sat in her office, doing some things on the computer, “do you have a name picked out?”

Mai, Jane’s close friend and colleague sat across from her, filling out files and forms for her.

“You’ve been calling her Yves ever since you found out about her, I’m kind of used to it now.” She smiled. “It’s quite fitting.”

“I’m honored.” Jane grinned. “I’m not gonna lie, she is one of my favorites.”

“You haven’t even met her yet!” Winnie laughed. “How could you know if she’s your favorite?”

“I just know. Thanks to you Winnie, she has the most potential to excel. She is the purest form...” Jane had explained to them countless times that Winnie is one in a million case. As soon as Winne found out she was pregnant, she and her husband made the decision to give their child life like no other. “The most prominent supernatural gene is flowing through your blood and with the proper procedures, it can be awakened.”

“You know that one of the mothers is due into two months and her baby has attributes like Yves, he has similar gifting of life and energy, I’m not sure in what way yet though. But his mother has had symptoms like you; feeling extreme highs and lows in energy, the heightening of the senses, things like that.”

“When will we know what she can do?”

“I’m not sure. The process has thousands of layers, we could think she’s gonna come out one way but she’s something completely different. What I do know is that a large-scale mutation, we’re modifying everything. A nucleotide is added and taken, her genus is like a puzzle.”

“Are you forgetting something, my love?” Winnie’s husband walked into the room.

“We agreed that our first child if it was a boy, he’d be named after my father, and if it was a girl, she’d be named after your mother.” He shook his head, Winnie had a habit of going with the flow of things like this but that’s because she wasn’t a huge tradition person.

“Oh yeah.” She pouts. “Sorry, Jane, she’ll still be Yves in our hearts but her birth certificate will be my mother's name,”

She placed a hand on her stomach gently, “Y/n.”

“Good morning Mr. Kim, you’re coming in later than usual.”

Margaret couldn’t help but notice the change in her bosses tendencies, rarely did he ever come in late early in the week.

“Yeah, I slept a little late today. What’s on my schedule?”

“The Venet group emailed their presentation draft to you this morning, they’re waiting on your critiques. Oh, and you have a message from the SRMA, I left it on your desk.”

“Alright, thank you.” He made his way into the office, eager to get some coffee in his system. He pressed a button on a remote to open up his automated blinds to get some light in the room. The view was also somewhat of a stress reliever for him, it had a calming effect.

Even being away from you for a little over an hour, his thoughts are starting to drift to you, which unfortunately prohibits his ability to work efficiently. As difficult as it might be, he had to single his thoughts on work, then you. He grabbed the mysterious envelope from the SRMA and opened it up.

His eyes skin over the letter, his brows furrowing. The letter is informing him that all of his employees have been cleared, which is odd because that’s not true. You were the reason why he was receiving reminders 24/7, but now all of a sudden the messages stop?—This is suspicious. He knew for a fact you hadn’t gone to the SRMA for anything and weren’t planning on it either. Thinking it was just an error, he stuffed the letter in the drawer and chose to further investigate it later.

He clicked on a file that said ‘Personal’ and when it opened up, he smiled. The final photos that he took a few weeks ago got framed and the company sent photos of the finished product. His love for art and photography makes up for the stress that comes with this job.

An hour or two had gone by and he was completely immersed in his calls, tasks, reviewing schedules – he almost didn’t notice the knock on his door. He glared at the door, Margaret didn’t say he had an appointment or that anyone had walked in.

“Come in.” He spoke with a slight hesitance but when the door opened, he realized it was just his dad. “Dad, I didn’t know you were dropping by.” He looked back down at what he was doing.

He took a seat in the chair in front of his desk. “I thought I’d stop by for my lunch break, see what you were having.” He smiled, happy to see Taehyung was working so hard.

“Margaret ordered something, it should be here shortly. Let me wrap this up and I’ll be all yours.” He quickly finished typing up the month's marketing schedule sheet and pressed save. Finally, he sighed, leaning back to stretch his neck and arms. Taehyung gazed out of the window with half-lidded eyes, judging by the look on his face, his dad knows when something is different.

“Is there something on your mind Taehyung, you look like you’re in deep thought.”

“I might as well tell you.” He inhaled, exhaling before looking at his dad. “It’s about the girl I told you about.”

His father had a tinge of joy in his eyes, assuming his son had made this girl a girlfriend of some sort. “Oh?” The thought alone made him smile. “Have you decided to introduce me to her finally?”

“Well, she’s special...” He spoke softly, eyes looking down at his fingers. “She’s like me.”

“Like you n what way?”

“In a biological way...”

“Biological? You mean- You’re saying she may have been a part of the 1989 project...” Tae nodded. The man's eyes widened, his thoughts singled in on what Taehyung meant by that. If he was speaking in terms of biological similarities, given Taehyung is the only child from his biological parents, that would only leave one option – she must be a product of Jane Sato.

“How do you know this?”

“I had met with her a few times and I could feel that there was something about her. There’s this connection we share, it’s hard to explain but when I’m around her I feel this energy emitting from her, but she acts unaware of it. I can feel her emotions stronger than I have with anyone. And dad, when I look at her, she doesn’t always have an aura of color around her...” He stressed that unusual fact, “and when she does, there’re shades I’ve never seen on anyone before...”

“It took a while to get her to admit it because she’s been hiding it all her life. She was kicked out at 18 for what she is and she’s been alone ever since.” Taehyung mentally recalled the story you had struggled to tell him last night. “She said she’s never told anyone before, just me.”

“So she knows about your eyes?”

His fingers lightly touched the skin under his eye. “Yeah, I showed her...”

“Does she have that same trait?”

“No- Well, when we were-...” He hid the blush on his face, trying to figure out how to word this correctly. “–Talking, her eyes changed for maybe 5 seconds, then they went back to normal, that was the first time that had ever happened to her.” His father nodded, what Taehyung was telling him only confirmed the suspicions of who you really were.

“How old is she?”

“She’s around my age,” He didn’t see the significance of your age but he answered nonetheless, “maybe a few months younger.”

“Oh,” He sighed, “I see. Then she must be the girl they’re looking for.”

Taehyung swallowed. “Yeah, I’m letting her stay with me. She avoided checkups until they made it mandatory. When she didn’t go, an FBI came to her house and tried to take her to the SRMA. She said the man on the phone with the agent said he wanted to ‘check her’ himself. That’s when she made a run for it and ended up at my place.”

“Has she gotten checkups or tests done before? When you were growing up I always made sure to examine you and make sure your gifting wasn’t interfering with your everyday life.” He was more concerned about your health and well-being more than anything now. “She may need supplements to fill in what her abilities might be taking for energy.”

“She avoids any type of medical treatment altogether, she’s afraid that they’ll find out what she is. I don’t blame her.”

There was a knock on your door. “That’s probably the food.”

He got up and sure enough, that was the food from his favorite sushi restaurant. He grabbed the bag and took it to his lounge area near the coffee machine. “Let’s eat.”

Taehyung took out the chopsticks as his dad walked over to sit across from him. “You know, I think you should meet her. It’d be good if she could get medical attention or just get to know someone who cares about her well-being/”

“I can come over tonight. I’ll bring some of the supplements that you used to take just in case she needs it. I have a million to ask her.”

“I don’t know if she’ll be okay with a lot of questions, she doesn’t care for people prying into her personal life.”

He’s learned that the hard way.

September 12th, 1997:

A massive fire broke out.

High pitched speakers blare from every corner of the facility, people were fleeing from the raging flames and deadly black clouds seeking to devour them. Bone-chilling shrieks from stranded patients could be heard as people were fending for themselves. The fire broke out in the volunteer experimentation residence.

“Get out of there!” Dr. Fai yelled as he ran down the halls towards her, his coat over his nose and mouth, black soot dirtied his hands and glasses. He grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the hallway leading to an even larger fire – why was she trying to run down there?

“No, I have to get them out. They’re gonna die-” She yanked her arm away but the smoke was getting to her, she could barely stand straight.

“The volunteers and 4% are fine! There’s is no one else! Let’s go before we both get killed!”

He didn’t know about the babies.

Two other people from the facility, including Dr. Kim, were in the midst of crying toddlers and infants, trying to calm their state distress. A majority of the mothers were gone aside from maybe one or two.

“Everyone listen.” A lady he had never seen before held a child in her arms and spoke to the few adults in the room. “Grab them and follow me, we need to take them to the pediatric hospital.”

Dr. Kim didn’t question it, he grabbed two children, he held a little boys hand and held a quiet 1-year-old girl in his arms. Oddly, the child holding his hand was one he often helped test with Jane—he had the most stunning eyes.

When they transported the children, the woman leading this escape escorted them all to the private emergency floor. The little girl in his arms was now with a nurse, being fed a warm bottle and the little boy was in the playroom along with some of the other children

“Dr. Kim.” The nurse practitioner, Millie, walked over to him. “Can I have a quick word with you?”

“Of course.”

She sighed. “So, I’d thought I’d give you some background on who I am and how I knew about The Flower Garden. I work with mothers and children in this sector of the hospital, I was alerted by Kelly that no one was coming to help with these kids, presumably because they didn’t know about them. I knew about the project, I helped for a while, especially with childbirth.”

She wrote something down as she continued. “Anyways, these children will all have to be examined and if all goes well, they’ll be put in the foster system. But as you know, these children are not normal by any means,” The stood in front of the playroom window, watching the kids play with multicolored toys. “I don’t know what they can do. For the safety of society and themselves, I've arranged to have them transported to families all over the world who are willing to raise them as their own.”

His eyes widened a bit, he was taken aback. “Why all over the world?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but a select few of them have the M2-gene, they are the purest form of molecular, biological, and cellular mutation. They’re not regular human beings. As they get older, we can’t risk having them in one place for the government to poke and prod at, it’s just not safe. And God forbid they grow up and procreate, that’s what Jane wants eventually. But her plan isn’t full proof, she created a breed of something that we have no idea of their capabilities, anything could happen to them. This is the best option for them in the long run.”

These children are Jane Sato’s life project, all she’s ever wanted to achieve but it’s all over now. He processed the fate of those poor children, wondering how long she had been planning this. “All of them will go?”

“Well, there are a few being handed over to family members, maybe two. But other than that, yeah.”

“What about him?” He pointed to the sweet little boy with gorgeous eyes.

She looked to where he was pointing. “Oh, little Yuuma. his mother resigned from the program when he was 2 months, he’ll probably stay here due to his more noticeable traits, he’s a sweet child but I don’t think he’ll blend in very well with society...”

“I want to adopt him.” He spoke with not a hint of hesitance in his voice.

She recoiled, surprised that he’d consider such a kind and difficult thing. “Are you sure Dr. Kim? That’s quite the responsibility, and you’re at the height of the practice-”

“Absolutely, I have an older daughter. And besides, I know the child, I helped care for him from time to time.” He took quite a liking to the child, he felt as if he could raise him as his own. Especially with the knowledge he has of the system Jane had in place, he could do this. “I’ve taken quite the liking to him, he’s like my own.”

“Alright then, I’ll get those adoption papers for you and you can take him home first thing tomorrow morning.”

She went on her way, leaving Dr. Kim to monitor the child from the window. The most striking feature of little Yuma had him wondering what his gifts were, why he had physical manifestations of what he was capable of. Then again, it could just be a birth defect due to the cellular treatments. He walked into the little room, and just as he expected, Yuman ran right up to him – well, more like stumbled.

“Well, hello again.” Dr. Kim smiled, finding that the child seemed to be made for him. “I’m happy to see you too.”

“Look!” The child grabs him by the hand to show him what he had drawn with the crayons that were no bigger hand than his tiny hands.

“Here you are,” She came back, handing him the papers, “his official birth certificate says Yuma, with no last name. You’re welcome to change that.”

“Well, I’ve always loved the name Taehyung.” He looked at the kid, seeing that he was focused on his second drawing, “I think it fits.” He gazed loving at little Taehyung. “When I look at him, he’s proof that all honest wishes come true and everything will be alright even when facing difficult times.” He grabbed the paper and pen. “Kim Taehyung...”

You rummaged through the closet, finding a few things you could slip on as a disguise. “This should work...” You put the baseball cap and face mask on so all that can be seen is your eyes. It doesn’t seem like the best decision the leave his place but if you want to stay here for another day, you need your own stuff. His lotions and soaps are very nice but you prefer yours.

You put on a t-shirt and what you were wearing yesterday, and you were ready to go.

For some reason, your hands felt icy cold—nothing too new. But as you clenched your fists, hoping to get some good circulation, they warmed up a little. Due to your unconscious suppression of what you assumed to be your energy, you always felt a drastic change in temperature.

“Go and come back.” You exhaled, that’s all you had to do – not so hard. You went to the front door and walked out, on a mission.

You made the decision to call a cab to get to your place because if you were to walk it’d be midnight before you got there. You got into the cab that you had flagged down and gave him an address near to your home.

On the way there, as you tried not to appear anxious or suspicious, you got a text from Tae. ‘I’ll be heading home soon, do you need anything?’ You exhaled in relief, you thought he found out that you left for a second there. ‘I’m ok, thank u tho’

With that quick response, you tucked your phone into your pocket.

“We’re here miss.”

You looked up to see you were at your intended destination—finally. You thanked and tipped the guy before going on your way, the cafe not far from your home. You walked the distance, feeling your nerves tense at the realization that you’re walking around as a wanted civilian. All you could think was, this is so stupid, but also, I need clothes.

You tiptoed into the elevator, thankful you hadn’t run into anyone as you shoved the door closing button. Get your stuff and go without interruption, that means avoid Jan. She’s probably already gathered that you weren’t home last night, if she catches you, the questions will never cease.

Luckily, you made it to your apartment and quickly went inside, locking the door behind you. You went to your room, grabbed one of your weekenders, a backpack and started stuffing them with as much stuff as you could. Toiletries, clothes, your computer, and a few personal necessities. You only hoped Taehyung wasn’t coming home early if you could remember your office hours correctly, he shouldn’t be headed home for another 20 minutes.

“You’re getting off rather early for a Monday sir.” Margaret peeked up from her typing on the computer, seeing Taehyung exiting his office.

“Yeah, I’m going to get some rest. I might be traveling to Saipan or Milan tomorrow, not sure yet.”

“Oh, for the sales pitch at the luxury resort.”

“Yeah,” He waved, “I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight.”

He made his way to the elevator, sighing deeply. His father had left not too long ago so he could meet Taehyung at his home with medicine and some things that he thought might help you. It was comforting to know that despite him not knowing you, he trusted Taehyung enough to trust you. Heck, even if you said you trusted him, he knew you were still wary about him. But when you had shared that kiss last night, he knew at that moment that you had never let your guard down before. He couldn't stop thinking about it, how could he? He’s lived his entire life assuming he was the only person like him. To know that you exist gives him a sense of hope.

He pulled into the garage and in a moment's time, he was walking to his front door but he stopped in his tracks—something wasn’t right. The fervor, sweet energy wafting off of you and into him as he approached you, it wasn’t there. He couldn’t feel it and his heart sank.

She’s not here. He didn’t have to unlock the door since it was already unlocked, stepping inside and just as he expected, you were nowhere to be seen.

He took out his phone and called you, it went to voicemail almost immediately. His initial response was to panic, you could be anywhere, you could’ve been taken, anything. He quickly removed his suit jacket and pushed his hair back, he wasn’t sure if he needed to go look for you, call you or-

The door began to creek and you peeked from behind it, a good bit of luggage in your hands and a condemned expression on your face.

You struggled to pull your bags over the lip of the door, but when you did, you staggered.

“Hi...”

“Where have you been?”

Pulling off the mask, you walk your luggage to your room as he follows. “I needed some of my things.” You lifted your luggage to lay flat on the bed so you could take some of your things out. “I didn’t think you’d be back for a while so I went to my apartment.”

He stares in disbelief. “There are people probably willing to hurt you if it means taking you to the SRMA, and you thought it was a good idea to just go out?” He was pacing—his agitation permeating the room like a heavy humidity that you didn’t want to be around.

“Nothing happened, I was careful not to come into contact with too many people. You shouldn’t be upset with me, I just needed some clothes...” You pulled out your pajamas, setting them on the nightstand with your toothbrush and toiletry bag. Honestly, he didn’t know if it was worth arguing about since you clearly saw no problem with it. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t fearing that something bad had happened to you.

“I understand.” He wrapped his arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting against your head gently. “I’m just glad you're okay.” He inhaled your scent, exhaling near your ear soothingly—his breathing made your legs tremble. He nuzzled his head against yours. “You’re worried...Why?”

You turned to him. “You’re worried that I’m worried,” You grab his hand from their comfortable place on your back to go back unpacking your things, “I don’t need a supernatural connection to know that.”

He leaned against your bed. “So, what’s wrong?”

“I’m technically unemployed now...” You confessed. The realization that you hadn’t been to work or contacted your manager, you felt you surely weren’t still on the payroll anymore.

“I haven’t contacted my manager or anything, and I haven’t checked my emails.” You shake your head. “If I’m not doing any work, I don’t have a job. That’s just basic logic.”

“You’re forgetting I’m the CEO.” That was true. “I’m moving you up. I’ll contact your location and let them know what I decided. You’ll be an assistant consultant for camera testing at HQ, it’s a pretty lonely job but it’s not bad, I’ll pay you well.” You were a bit stunned, he’s offering you a job at his office, he’s giving you the opportunity to be at the top of the company, with him.

“Really?” You were surprised.

“Absolutely.”

“Thank you, Taehyung-” You pause at the sound of footsteps, jingling keys, your brows furrowing in concern.

“Are you expecting someone? Someones coming to the door...” You shy away.

“Um,” Fearing your reaction, he pauses, unsure of how to tell you, “I invited someone over.”

“Who?” You backed away subconsciously, and Taehyung could feel you bracing yourself—the air around you dropping to a startling temperature. You scrunched your nose, “They have a bag of bottles-...Pill bottles or something.” Your suspicion grew as he walked out of your room, you followed him.

“It’s my dad, I asked him to come over and meet you. Are you okay with that?”

Is he serious?

“Why would I be okay with that Taehyung?“ He cringes at your tone. There was a knock on the door, two the be exact.

“I don’t know your father, and I don’t appreciate you not asking me if I was okay with this beforehand. Why does he need to meet me?”

Instead of answering your question, he went to open the door and you quickly retreat to your bedroom, furious. You push the door closed and lock it—how dare he. You couldn’t believe it. What made him even consider that’d be okay with this? His father is a doctor for goodness sake. And you do not like doctors. You trust Taehyung, you feel the connection and everything, you know he’s one of you but

He sighs, letting his father in with a frustrated roll of his eyes when he got a sense of your aura turning foul, brisk – unpleasant entirely. And he knows you’re doing it on purpose, your trying to have an attitude about this to show how upset you are about him not asking beforehand. Like he would tell his father not to come over.

“So, where is she?” His father looks around, confused as to why this mystery girl wasn’t there to greet him.

“She’s afraid to talk to you.” Admittedly, he had foreseen this happening but he was hoping for it to be wrong.

“Did you tell her I was coming?” He could understand your reaction if you were unaware of the arrangement.

“Well,” He tilts his head, “no, I didn’t think she’d have a problem since she knows you’re my father and all, maybe I should’ve said something beforehand...I’ll go talk to her and see if she’ll come out.” His father nodded as he walked to the guest bedroom that you spitefully locked.

He knocked.

“Hey, he just wants to talk to you. He’s not here to hurt you, ok? Just come out, please.” There was a long pause of silence, then he heard low footsteps approach the door and the jiggle of the doorknob. Slowly, you opened the door and looked up at him.

“I don’t know him...” You frown, arms crossed in defense.

“He just wants to help, and he came all this way for you, just give him a chance.” Taehyung flaunts his big ole’ puppy eyes, practically giving you no other option than to sigh and comply.

You didn’t know if you’d regret this later but it’s not like you had much to lose. Groaning in defeat, you start walking. “Fine.”

You walk past Tae and when you enter the living room, his father instantly stands, eyes landing on you. He stares curiously at the sight of you, just as he anticipated, he can feel a change in the air and it has to be because of you.

“I’m Y/n,” You awkwardly extend a hand, clearing your throat, “it’s nice to meet you...”

“I’m Taehyung’s father, Kim Taewoo.” You two shake hands’ briefly, and you’re eagerly taking a seat far from him. Taehyung opted to bridge the gap by sitting by you and by his father who was in the armchair.

“So,” Your tone is unsure but to the point, “what do you want to know about me?”

“Well, firstly, how is your health? I was a bit worried, Taehyung told me a bit about your story and he says you haven’t received medical treatment for your condition.” He spoke like a true doctor, it made you regret agreeing to this.

“I don’t have a condition, I’m not sick and there’s no cure for what I am. I’ve been called a monster...and if I go to the doctors, they’ll treat me like one...” You rubbed your hands together, antsy under the man's scrutiny.

“You’re not a monster dear, just like I’ve told Taehyung his entire life, you’re not a mistake or an accident...You’re a gift. ” You blinked at his odd father like words, those were words you weren’t used to hearing from anyone. He pressed his lips in a straight line before speaking again. “So, you found out when you were around 10?”

You nod.

“What did you notice first?”

“My hearing, one day I realized I was really sensitive to sound, it caused some problems in school...” Your eyes followed his hands as they reached for a notepad and pen, you gnawed on your bottom lip in curiosity.

“Oh, sorry,” He noticed your sudden confusion, “I’m just writing down what you’re saying dear, is that okay?”

You nod. “That’s fine...”

Taehyung glanced at you, taking a moment to slide his hand into your own, catching your lowered gaze. It was as if he was absorbing you and giving you bits of him to soothe your mind.

“Do you know what your powers are?” You had never had anyone call what you have powers—you never thought of what you have as a power, it’s just a part of you that you try to suppress.

“No, I just know my senses are heightened and I have an attachment to energy, I don’t know how to explain it...” You were starting to get uncomfortable given you had never talked so openly about this. “I guess I conduct it or something, when I touch things or if I’m upset.”

He looked at you, his eyes sweeping over your familiar facial features. There was something about your eyes that bewildered him, there was a softness—a gentleness in the air around you.

“Y/n, does the name Yves sound familiar to you?”

Your ears perked at the name, so did Taehyung’s.

“Well, Taehyung had...” You leaned in to speak to Taehyung. “I thought it was maybe a mistake or he was just sleep talking but-...” A heat came to your cheeks at realizing what you were about to say to his father, “Taehyung called me that in his sleep.”

Taehyung recoiled, a blush on his cheeks—why didn’t you tell him sooner and what was the cause of him saying that name?

“I did?” He scratches the back of his neck. ”That’s funny, that name isn’t familiar to me at all.”

“Well, that’s what you said.” You look up and realize Mr. Kim is in deep thought.

“Mr. Kim? Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost...” Uneasiness began to buzz in your stomach, you weren’t sure what he was thinking.

His mind was racing. For years he believed Jane would never be able to get two of the M2-gene carriers in one place—he hoped it would never happen for the carrier's sake. Never had he even dreamed of meeting another child like Taehyung. Jane Sato would kill to have the two of you, she’d do anything to get you two. Her two favorite creations, pretty little Yves and sweet little Yuma.

“Taehyung,” He looked to his son lovingly, solace in his eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner...”

“Told me what?”

“Where you came from...” His aura seeped with affliction, so much so that Taehyung felt physically affected by it.

“You told me, an experiment by Jane Sato...So is Y/n, right?”

That’s what he’s been told all his life, was it not the truth?

“Yes, but you’re not like Zoe Akasma Hawn or the mutants you see on TV, you’re very different –” He thought about the most fitting term to use, “special. You didn’t undergo mutation as an infant, you were mutated on in the womb not long after conception, both of you.” You were both silent, your ears fixated on his words, and eyes furrowed in shock.

“Jane was a very close friend of mine. She had a classified project called the Flower Garden. I was one of the only few people who knew about it...”

- Flashback -

“This is the Flower Garden, that’s what I call this place. In each of these rooms, there’s an expectant mother. They have willingly given up their unborn child to be a part of something bigger, something that will change the course of genetic evolution and human mutation as we know it. Each and every patient allowed me to experiment on their children 3 weeks to 2 months after conception. These children, my children, will be the most beautiful creatures to grace the planet. I was able to reverse any type of genetic imperfection that the baby may have and bend it to my will, replace bad genes with perfect ones.”

“You look shocked, say something.” She sighed, already seeing the disdain on his face.

“Jane, you-” He lightly grabbed her arm, taking her to a secluded corner.

“You’ve been genetically altering unborn babies? Are you serious? Doesn’t it harm the mother?”

“I have a Ph.D. in any science and medicine you can think of, I know what I’m doing. The baby’s state is not dependent on the mother, these are the purest form of my project, they’re perfect. And Dr. Kim, some of these babies would be parentless if it weren’t for my program.” She was starting to get upset now. “I have a woman here, she wasn’t prepared for a child, at all, she didn’t know what to do and I gave her a second option. Her child, he’s showing the most signs mutation. When he’s born, he’s going to be stunning, I can already tell.”

“How were you able to get this past the medical board or the government? These are fetuses your playing with Jane.”

“First of all, I’m not playing with them. They’re like my own flesh and blood, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them. And second of all, a government official signed off on the program, he’s helping fund it.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, I just- I don’t understand it.”

“Come with me, I want you to meet one of the mothers, she comes every other week.” She grabbed his hand and took him to one of the rooms. With a light knock, they entered the room.

“Hello, Dr. Sato.” The woman smiled, she looked about 4 months along.

“Hi, this is Dr. Kim, I wanted him to meet you.” She smiled, Dr. Kim greeted her politely. “I thought you’d be the best person to explain why you’re doing this, he doesn’t quite understand it.”

“Well, it’s simple really. I’m young, I didn’t expect to have to deal with a baby at 21, I didn’t want to get rid of him, that’s just not who I am…So, I went to an adoption clinic, that’s when I met Jane.” She paused. “She told me that he could live a life unlike any other. I didn’t understand then, but in my third trimester, I met a two-year-old who could calm anyone, with just a touch. It was unexplainable, and I thought, I could give my child a gift that some would change the course of humanity. That’s all it took for me to believe.” She smiled in content, a glimmer of joy in her eyes. “Jane’s doing something that nobody else has dared to do, and I trust her, all of us do.” Jane beamed with pride, she had built a connection with all of the parents.

“Little Yuuma is due in December, we’re thinking he’ll be a new years baby, but December 30th is the plan.”

- Flashback end -

Taehyung wore no expression, not a hint of emotion on his face and it made you feel awkward. He knew his birth mother was young and gave him up for adoption but he never knew the details. You were taken aback by his fathers words as well, the whole idea of a program based around experimenting on babies turns your stomach. You could see his confusion, it was hard to process all of this, you understood that more than anyone.

“So,” You interjected, “d- Did you know my parents? Their names were Winnie and Jun...”

Mr. Kim smiled. “Oh yes, they were good friends of Jane from college, they were two of the few the doctors and scientists willing to help with her research. They believed in her belief that through technological advancements, the idea of physical imperfections, chronic illness, genetic disorder or even the common cold can be made history through rigorous genetic and biological alterations. Mutating ill patients was phase one, phase two was taking hundreds of volunteers and testing on them until she gathered enough participants with the M2-gene.” He glanced at his son, then back at you.

“What’s an M2-gene?”

“It’s a genetic trait passed down to a handful of humans, it’s a sign of supernatural gifting if you will. Jane devoted the final project for her doctorate to prove it’s existence. All of the children in the Flower Garden had at least one parent who possessed the gene, and if not, if she caught it early enough she could create a synthetic replica of the gene and attach it to the fetus’s DNA strand.” He looked at you. “And Yves, that’s what your mother and Jane called you even when you hadn’t been born yet. But both names should be on your birth certificate. And Taehyung,” He looked at Tae who was off in his own world but looked up at his father,

“Jane had named you Yuma, a name I actually grew fond of when I’d come help take care of you on my off days.” He beamed at the lovely memory of Taehyung as a toddler. “But when I adopted you, in order to shield your identity, I had to change your name. She named all of the children actually, most names corresponding with the power they possessed.”

“All of them?” You furrow your brows. “How many of us are there?”

“Maybe 10, I never got the exact number. But the rest of them were sent all around the world with parents assigned to hide their identity, your the only known two in this country right now, at least that I know of.”

“Do you know what we’re capable of? Or why we’re connected? Because the more we’re around each other, the more I feel like our meeting isn’t a coincidence.” Taehyung was adamant about you and him having a connection, he could feel your energy, it gave him a slightly euphoric sensation—a sense of tranquility.

He made a thoughtful expression. “I don’t know, Jane said you two shared similar powers, your mothers had the same symptoms during their pregnancies. When you were born though, I used to hold you Taehyung, and I’d feel a calmness, Jane said it was one of your gifts, to emotionally influence. And Y/n,” He looked at you, “Jane kept you very hidden, so I’m not completely sure what you can do, I don’t even think she was that sure...” He spares Taehyung and you a sympathetic glance.

“I’m sorry you had to live so long without knowing son. I thought maybe keeping you from it would help him mold into society better, I wanted you to live a normal life.” Taehyung looked at his father, his aura was dim, his heart was heavy with remnants of guilt from keeping this from him. “I love you Taehyung, I just wanted to keep you safe.”

Taehyung was understanding, he was grasping this in the best way possible but you were a different story. He could read your emotions, it was like you didn’t know how to process it – you were in shock. He considered holding your hand to comfort you, but there was so much tense energy around you that he was afraid of what might happen if he touched you.

“I’m sorry Taehyung-”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. You adopted me and gave me a life that I’m lucky to have, I’m thankful for you.” He touched his father's shoulder. “I wouldn’t have known what to do if I were in your position but I do know I wouldn’t be here without you.” He wore a kind, understanding smile that skillfully masked his current concern for your well-being.

It’s all sinking in.

Your parents, the two people in this world that were supposed to protect you and love you, gave you up for the love of their careers. How could anyone give up their unborn child to a project full of outlandish ideology and uncertain experimentation? You had always thought about your parents, in your mind, no matter what your uncle said, they had to have loved you. Every fiber of your being wanted to believe that they wanted the best—but how could you believe that now? You clenched your fists, were struck frozen with thoughts of your future, your past, even at this very second.

“Y/n,” Dr. Kim cleared his throat, relief in his calm expression. At the short bit of silence, glancing down at the of bag medicine he realized one of the reasons he came here. “I brought a few things for you.”

You’re eyes trail down to his bag. “I made these for Taehyung when he was young, they’re supplements. When he was a child, he would get overwhelmed and unable to control his abilities. Sometimes he’d get deficient in vitamins and other times his power would keep him up for no reason, he’d say he could see lights, even in the dark, he couldn’t control his ability then. I thought you might have a similar issue so I brought medicine that helps steady the heart rate.” He extends the bottle to you.

“Um,” You reach out your hand but hesitate, biting your lip, “I don’t see auras or anything like that, I think I’m okay.” That was a half-truth that Taehyung could easily see-through. “Thank you though.”

“I think you should try it, at least once.” Taehyung grabbed the bottle and sat it on the coffee table in front of you.

“But I’m not a child, it might not even work for me and I don’t have any trouble controlling my abilities.” Now that was a lie. Concealing your powers are not controlling them, the two are very different.

“Double the dosage.” He suggested. Your eyes cut to Taehyung, secretly despising his excessive attention to you and persistence.

“Alright then,” Dr. Kim stood up.

Yes, he’s leaving, you thought.

“I’m here if either of you needs anything, alright?”

“Alright, thank you.” You bid him farewell and Taehyung walked him out.

“Thank you for coming over,” Taehyung stood outside of the door to talk to his father in private, even though you could probably hear him, “and telling us all of that.”

“It was long overdue. After everything she’s gone through, I’m just glad she’s not alone. She seems like she’s had it pretty rough in life because of what she is.”

You walked into your bedroom, and you could still hear them talking but turned a deaf ear to it out of courtesy, it’s the polite thing to do. Today was quite an adventure. You went out into a city where the FBI is looking for you, just to get some clothes. You come back to Taehyung’s place to be met with his father who thought it was a grand idea to bring you some drugs. You rarely take medication, if ever. The occasional ibuprofen for a headache or tea and vitamins for a cold is fine, but drugs with words you can’t even pronounce? Not your forte.

There was so much going through your head right now. This is the first time you’ve ever heard the truth. The real truth. The truth about Jane Sato, your parents, and about how you came to be. You didn’t know if you were angry, sad, or just plain confused, it was a lot to take in.

Taehyung was still outside so you decided to go wash the day off of you and jump into your cozy blue PJs. You walked into the bathroom, cracked the door, and discarded your clothing. You threw your clothes into a small pile and hopped in the shower, letting the warm water run down your body.

Your eyes squeezed shut, you tried to push back your angry thoughts. You were feeling hurt, confused, flat out abandoned. The parents you had idolized, wished you had the chance to spend time with were the ones responsible for what you are. How could this be a gift? All it’s ever done is to bring you pain and suffering. It’s gotten you kicked out of your own home, fired, almost assaulted—and they thought making you this way was a gift? You couldn’t understand it. You’re not all human and the older you get, the more obvious that is.

When the front door closed, you heard Taehyung walk to his room and close the door. Not long after, you heard the water running in his shower. It was then that you realized you had been standing in this shower for quite a while, it’s about time you get out.

You reached for the shower nozzle to turn the water off, but your hand rested there for a few seconds before turning.

“Ah!” You jerked back and at the same time, you heard a shriek coming from the far end of the house and you cringed at the sound. The water went scalding hot all of a sudden. Dumbfounded, you quickly wrapped a towel around you and eyed the shower.

“What the heck was that...” You mumbled, going over to the counter to get your pajamas on. First the light bulb, the subway car, then this? Maybe I do need to take something... If you keep having incidents like this, there’s no way you can go out into the city and not get found out.

You walked out of your bedroom and walked up to his room door and knocked. “T- Taehyung?” Again, you knocked and the door opened.

You looked to see him in a dove white robe and he was patting his hair dry, his contacts were out too. He grinned. “Come in.”

For a moment, you just stared at him and it took a few seconds for you to hear him tell you to come in. When your feet started moving, that’s when you finally got a good look at his room—and you thought your room big. His room made your room look like a coat closet.

“About the water,” You stood awkwardly, trying not to look as he was slipping some clothes on with the bathroom door slightly open, “I heard you shout when the water got really hot,” You nibble your bottom lip, “I didn’t do it on purpose, I’m sorry.”

“That was you?” You nod. “I figured as much.”

He idly buttoned up his pajamas. “That’s not your fault, I’m sure it burned you too.” You went to the cozy love seat near the window where he had a brewed cup of herbal tea on a little table beside it.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I didn’t want to tell your father but ever since we met, I haven’t been able to control myself like I used to.” He reached over to the coffee table to get his tea and you suddenly stood up, standing in front of him.

Your brows knitted tightly. “Is the same thing happening to you? Because you don’t seem to have any visible problems.”

He took a seat on the edge of his bed. “I get an occasional migraine here and there, but other than that, I feel like having you around has actually been beneficial for me. I wish it was the same for you...” He took your hand, bringing it up to his lips.

“I’m feeding off of your energy and your powers are reacting.” He gazed into your eyes, drawing you into the abyss of his captivating orbs.

You scorn at the term, ‘powers.’

“Taehyung,” You frown, “you’re so content with all of this. I just found out my parents gave me to some sick doctor who made me- Made us into- I don’t even know...” You step away from him to sit on the edge of his bed.

“I don’t know how I feel about myself, I want to be okay with it but I’m not,” He turned to join you, laying across his bed, supporting his head with his hand.

“Out of all of your time knowing you had these abilities, did you ever once love something about it?” He grinned when you dropped on your back, laying a shy distance away from him.

“Love? It comes in handy sometimes but it used to get me in a lot of trouble. Movie theaters are a pain, I haven’t gone to one in years because all of the sounds hurt...Bright lights, smells, touches, it’s all amplified for me. I’m just lucky I can control that most of the time now. If I’m not careful I can burst light bulbs, mess with temperatures like I did to the water here, it’s kind of scary to live with because it’s so unpredictable, so I suppress it.”

He studied you with half-lidded pearly eyes. “You’re hypersensitive...I am too but it’s mainly just my sight.” For a split second, his eyes glimmer, almost intensifying the already luminous tones in it.

“Do you want to know what color you’re emitting right now?... You’re purple,”

He tight-lip grinned, eyes squishing from his happy cheeks, “I’ve noticed that whenever you’re relaxed, happy, or if you have one focused emotion, you’re this purplish hue. I’ve never seen it on anyone else before but I’m really drawn to it.” He rolled on to his stomach and crawled over to you slowly, not getting too close, he kept your personal space in mind.

“I have to be honest with you, I want to feel your energy in every way possible...” His wording was so very honest, it made you flush a little. “And it's amplified at night.”

You gulp. “I- I don’t think it’s smart to be near each other than,” You sheepishly confess, “we don’t know what could happen, y’ know? Like, um, because of our energies and everything... ”

“On the contrary, I think it would help us.”

Of course, he thinks it would help us.

“Of course you do.”

“No, I’m serious,” He whines, “when you’re asleep, your presence is blissful, it calms me.”

“You’re over-exaggerating.” You got up and stretched your arms. “I’ll see you in the morning, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Yves.” He purrs, a smirk ever so present on his lips. You abruptly exited the room, and to your distaste, he followed. Heat began to rise up to your cheeks and to the tips of your ears. You weren’t sure if it was from the annoyance of the name or the fact that your body’s out of whack—either way, you didn’t want to hear the name again.

You pause in your tracks, glaring back at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“That’s technically your name.” You didn’t even respond, what were you supposed to say? Legally, you aren’t even supposed to be in this country, so why go by technicalities?

You stand there, not breaking eye contact—for his eyes could possess you if you weren’t careful. You’d never admit it, but when you look at him, you can hear a little voice telling you to let go and let him in. You hate it and force yourself to ignore it.

“Y/n, I’ve been thinking and I want you to know that-”

Before he could finish that sentence, you were in your room with the door shut. All he could do was sigh, and stand in his living room. He was determined to be with you, to feel your energy even if you didn’t think you wanted it—he knew you were hiding it.

You sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed and lazily slipping your bunny bedroom shoes off. “Hugh...” Finally, some peace and-

Taehyung suddenly barged into the bedroom and you jumped back in surprise.

“You’re being rude.”

“What?- Rude?” You rise to your feet.

“Yeah, I was talking to you and you just walked away.” He up walked to stand right in front of you. “What is the matter with you?” For a moment he just stares at you as if to pry into your soul and uncover your secrets, he’s planning something, you can sense it.

During that stare off, you can practically see a light bulb come to his mind and you brace yourself. Thinking this night could hide no more surprises, you see him fiddling with the buttons on his pajamas. You panic of course – nononono, what is this — what is he doing? Your eyes widen to the size of saucers when he walks to turn the light off.

“Um, hey, Taehyung – what’re you doing? Tae,” You try to shield your eyes but your curiosity brings you back to his perplexing actions, “Oh my g-” His chest is now exposed and your cheeks go spread with red like a cherry bomb, “keep your shirt on, we’re not-” You stutter as he comes closer, “I-I’m not-”

“Shh, it’s not like that,” His tone is calm as he gets to the third or fourth button and stops, “you need to see this.” You’re still sitting on the edge of the bed as he towers above you, his gaze making you shake anxiously.

“W-what-...” He takes your hand and places on his warm, bare chest. And just to make sure you don’t move it, he kept his hand on yours. “I- I don’t understand.”

“Shh...” He shushes you for the second time and you finally get the memo to save your questions for later. His eyes fall shut with a breathy sigh, and when you finally take a peek your hands on his chest, you nearly leap out of your skin.

“Oh my god!” You squeal, “Oh my god, oh my gosh-” Luminescent veins began to brighten up from your fingers up to your wrist and so on, “What's happening?” You try to yank your hand away and that’s when his eyes opened, burning more vibrant than ever. Rather than telling you what was going on or releasing your hand, he uses his free arm to pull you against him.

“C- calm down and don’t move, please...” His voice trembled as if your movement pained him.

Your eyelids flutter shut and you fall limp in his embrace, you lost a fight to deep sleep. Not long after that Taehyung falls to sudden fatigue and drops back on the bed with a low thump to the mattress. Your still, unconscious form lying quietly on his chest.

Darkness.

Your eyes shoot open at a pang in your chest, you’re flat on your back and all there is to be seen is obscure nothingness.

You slowly look around as you carefully stand to your feet. Where am I. Physically, you felt no notable change but your mind felt as though you had transcended to another plane?

“H- Hello?” You flinch at the booming echo of your voice. You peered down to see you were still in your pajamas and barefooted.

“Where am I...”

With a bit of hesitation, you begin to walk around, still grasping on the sleeves of your top for dear life—that’s when you heard a voice that was definitely not your own. Hello?

You freeze dead in your tracks at the sound of a familiar resonating voice. His voice sounds as if it were a part of your consciousness. Where are you? His voice draws nearer and you start walking to where it might be coming from.

“Stay where you are,” You’re running now, eyes darting everywhere but the path in front of you. “I’ll come to you!-“

A force slammed into you at the same speed and you Taehyung. This is his fault. is suddenly in your line of sight and you quickly get up.

“What did you do?!”

“Why are you blaming me? I didn’t do this.” This felt weird, it was like he was floating but grounded on to something solid and it was holding him down. He frowned, he was just as surprised as you—he had intentions but this wasn’t one of them.

You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his profession. “Then why were you holding my freakin’ hand and body on your chest against my will? Huh? Explain.”

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.” He looked around, just as confused as you. He breathes, tilting his head at what he sees. “I just wanted to tap into your emotional psyche. You’re so tense sometimes and since I can feel it, and it’s uncomfortable, my intention was to level with you, relax you a little bit...” His words trail off. “Not do this, whatever this is...”

“I don’t like this...” You mumble arms wrapped firmly around yourself. At the shift in the air, you realize that he’s not as calm anymore.

“I think we’re in an alternative consciousness, a dream or something...” He walks past you, eyes focused on something behind you.

But there’s nothing behind me-

You gasp at the drastic switch in the once bleak scenery.

It’s an eerie room, dull green lights, bushels of flowers lining the newspaper-covered walls. Ivy hung loosely on the two windows with views you had never seen before. A little old television was mounted to the corner of the room and it glitched, nothing but a continuous replay of a distorted picture.

Cold. It’s ice-cold—freezing.

You’re standing in a shallow little body of water in the center of the room, it seemed bottomless, dark. Taehyung knelt in front of the small pool, dipping his hand in the water as if it were familiar. It’s coming to him now, the melancholic flowers, the oddly placed body of water—he’s seen this in a dream before.

“I’ve seen this before,” He stands to his feet, “in my dreams...I’ve been in this room.” You swallow, heart rate suddenly at the will of his words—his voice.

“Your dreams...” You repeat his words as you cautiously stepped out of the water, shivering at the cold surface you’re now standing on. “T-Taehyung, h- how do we get out of here? It’s freezing...”

“You’re cold? I feel fine.” He sounds surprised, but you were more shocked that his teeth weren’t chattering like yours. He walks to you to investigate, touching your goosebumps-covered arms. Concern etched into his expression. “You’re like ice...you’re trembling.” He wraps his arms around you, hoping to supply some type of heat for you. “Is that better?”

“Why aren’t you cold?-“

You let out a high pitched shriek of sheer agony and fall out of his embrace. The sound of glass shattering erupted in your ears like a bomb and you collapsed to your knees.

“I-it hurts!” Tears begin to well up in your eyes, “it hurts, it hurts!” You cover your ears with both hands, trying to shield out the sound, but it did little to nothing. You just cried and cried, begging for deliverance from the pain, “Make it stop!”

“I know it hurts,” He tries to remain cool and collected, “but we need to emulate what we did to get here in order to get out.” He tried to keep you still but you steadily rocked in a panic.

“Do you hear me?” You nod weakly before giving him your hand. Just as he did before, he placed your hand on his chest and pulled your bodies together in an embrace. He sensed your inner turmoil, your confusion for life, and the constant suppression—it’s trying to eat you alive.

“You need to breathe and relax, stop bracing yourself.” At this rate, it was about time to switch into a different gear and bring the pressure. “Calm down-”

You cry out. “I’m trying!-“

“No, you’re not!” His tone gives you unwanted chills. “I don’t want to force you to let your walls down, I’m trying to give you the freedom to do it yourself but you won’t do it. Do you want me to force you? Is that it? Because I swear I will if I have to, Y/n.”

Your blood is boiling at this point. It’s not easy to control yourself and he knows that.

“I am trying! It’s just not working!” You shoved him away and got out of his hold.

“This is unfair! How can you expect me to get out of here? I can’t control it! I don’t even know what it is!”

That'll do it.

Unbeknownst to you, your eyes speckled with fiery saffron and amber, a color change he had never even seen on himself. Warm energy began to course through his veins and engulf his senses, you’re close.

“That's good,” He praises you, “take that feeling and use it to focus on waking yourself up.” Despite your unstable state, he wrapped his arms around your waist. “We’ll do it together.” He swipes a finger across your jaw and you lean into him, eyes fluttering as you breathe in.

Heeding his instructions, you shut your eyes, concentrating all of your energy on breaking out of this.

Light.

You feel the warmth of soft light and you reach out to it—your eyes shot open and you're laying on Taehyung, who is still holding onto your hand for dear life. You breathe in relief, pressing your head against him in search of physical proof of your arrival back to the real world. Sure enough, Taehyung's heart is beating and he exhales lowly under you. If you're honest, you're very thankful for him right now. If he wouldn't have pushed your buttons the way he did, who knows how long you could've been trapped in there.

"Taehyung." You pulled your hand out of his grasp and shake him lightly. "Wake up, I'm back, it worked." His eyes remain shut, you start to panic a little.

"Hey, wake up! I didn't come back here to be by myself. Come back, can you hear me!?" You pat his cheek lightly.

"Ah, don't do this to me. Are you seriously still in there? How? Wake up! I can't go back in there so I need you to wake up so I don't want to do something stupid to get you up. Please."

Nothing. He's as still as a log and you're faced with two choices; try to go back in there with him, or do something to him to wake him up.

"I'll splash you with water," That might work, "yeah, that might wake you up-" Just as you try to leave the bed you're pulled back and met with his goofy smile.

"You were trying to wake me up so you don't have to be alone,” He coos, “you do have a heart."

"I can’t believe you- Taehyung, we're not doing that again." You’re half relieved and half disappointed that he’s back.

"Are you kidding? We have to understand what it is. It must be unique to our bond so eventually, we should go back." He speaks so casually about it.

"Well, not any time soon." You shake your head. "Go back to your room Taehyung," You dismiss his teasing and crawl up to get under your covers.

"No," He gets up close to you, "you know if I leave, I might eventually come back. To avoid the trip, I'll just stay, if that’s okay..." Disregarding your wishes to sleep alone, he crawls in bed beside you.

"You don't have to pretend like you hate it, I can feel your feelings, you’re relaxing because I’m close to you." He pulls you to your side to face him. He can feel your feelings. That should have crossed your mind given how many times he's said it but it hasn't. It made you wonder, how do you make him feel? Though you hide it, you do care for Taehyung and you have feelings for him, but they're feelings that connect you to him against your will, that's why you fight it.

"Is this okay?" He had to ask, "I do want you to be comfortable with this..." Your heart lurches at the thought that he wanted you to consent to this above all.

"Y- Yeah, it's fine..." He soothes a hand on your head, "This is something-" You pause, scratching that sentence. "Nevermind..." You trail off.

"No, don't do that, talk to me," His eyes soften, "I like when you talk to me about how you feel, it makes me feel closer to you..." He bats his lashes sleepily, "You were saying?..."

"This is something I've never experienced before, being emotionally and physically close to someone...You seem to be adjusting fine but I'm a mess. And even though I try not to show it, I want to connect with you. I try so hard to ignore it but I feel like I shouldn't anymore, after what just happened..." His lips parted, eyes not leaving you for a second. "I've been unfair to you, and I'm sorry. This is new for you too and you're just doing what's instinctive in your DNA." You shy away from his intense eye contact, it made you nervous.

"I- I've always been lonely,” You stutter, “my whole life, and no ones ever showed me this much attention before.” The more it comes to the light, the more you realize how misshapen you are the aspects of human relationships. “You’re the closest thing I've ever felt to love..."

“Then I want you to always remember this...” He firmly presses his lips to yours, he moves to cup your jaw and you twitch. He’s warm, intoxicating, everything he longed for you to feel—you were feeling it right now.

The proximity alone was enough to have you melting into his touch. He slides his lips against yours with an audible sound and cocks his head to the side. The mutual feelings in the air added to the intimacy, the tight coil building up in your chest as you smile into the kiss. He's leaning into you, tasting and cherishing the shy nibbles you take on his bottom lip. A thumb swipes a stray tear from your cheek and you gently pull away, eyes finding his with a timid glance. He presses soft kisses under your ear, hands snaking around your waist as he erupts in a sweet fit of giggles. Abashed, you clear your throat and divert your eyes.

"Look at me,” He sees the weary look in your eyes and quickening of your breath. “I'm just happy we're together, I feel like I'm complete with you. You’re the part of me that I've been missing my whole life, and that's not just my genus talking, we're meant to have each other and there's no doubt in my mind that I'm really starting to love you..."

His words were entirely sincere. Even for the considerably short time, he’s known you, he knew he never wanted to go another day without you. The burning desire he had for you would not allow him to go on without you. He wanted you to know, that even after the arguments, tension, painful sentiments, he could say those three words—I love you.

To say it so loosely might ward you away so he held back, but it came out, not caring about your reaction. You can't lie, you tend to doubt a majority of things that seem too good to be true. But this is different, he has proven himself trustworthy and that soothes your worries more so than anything else. Taking was a nice change, you had never done that so much before getting involved with Taehyung. But it makes you feel lighter. Like the weight of your troubles weren't pounding on your back, it's freeing. Being with him is freeing, it feels natural to have him near you. You're meant to be together and your body's responses prove that.

The electricity coursing through your body only amplifies when you're with Taehyung. Even though you don't know much about your powers, it becomes painful the more you try to suppress it, especially around him. Since he said he basically feeds off of you like a source of energy, that might be why it's getting harder to suppress it, he's drawing it out.

The heart monitor beeped, the constant sound becoming a part of the white noise. The patient laid peacefully, lashes fluttering at the cool air coming from the air vents. She turned off the light, leaving the room with a quiet shut of the door.

She went back to the office, dreading a load of files to sort through. When she walked in, it was clear by the stack towering as high as a foot that she'd hand this off to an intern or something. She has better 'things to worry about than dosage instructions. Like she's done many times before, she begins to sort through the patients and put them on the hand-off table in the corner.

Knock knock. There's a knock at the door, "Who is it?" Before she can grant entrance, he casually walks in, that gray suit being as recognizable as wine on white.

"Jane." He smiles.

"Nelson," She relaxed at his arrival, "I thought you were gonna drop by in the morning, this is a surprise."

"I was in the area so I thought I'd pay you a visit." He slid a hand into his pocket as she walked over to take a seat on the little couch by the window. "How are you?"

"Fine." She replied simply, not looking t elaborate any further— the small talk was never a favorite of hers.

"Did you see the news from this morning?" He went to sit across from her. "I had an interview."

"I did, but I only caught a few minutes of it, your interview was good."

"Yes, it came out well. Have you read any articles or tabloids about the project?"

"I try not to read about it too much anymore, it just disgusts me how they distort my work the way they do, I can’t bear to read it anymore."

"That's understandable." He nods, eyes trailing from his hands to her gaze that's on the window. "But, there's something I know you’ll be happy to hear. We found one, a child of the Flower Garden."

She freezes, eyes glued to the image of the skyline through the window. He's said this before she got her hopes up, and they were wrong. She saw it foolish to take his word for it this time.

"You've said that before Nelson, I'm not getting my hopes for nothing-"

"We have proof, Jane. She works for one of the fortune 500's, and since those big companies have a list of policies regarding SRMA clearings, we were able to weed out suspicious people. She has never gotten cleared, in fact, she ignored all of the cities warnings to get cleared. As a result, I sent a federal agent out there to make sure she got cleared but she ran from him."

"That still doesn't prove anything, if they scare anyone I'm sure that person might run..." She wasn’t buying it.

He feels through his pockets for a moment, then shows her a photo. “This is her.” There you stand, smiling for an ID badge and she nearly loses all ability to comprehend. She inspects the photo with a hand on her chest to keep from tearing up, it can't be.

Yves, her life's work lives.

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